Summer Dreaming (Hot in the Hamptons Book 1)

by Liz Matis

  “You will, multiple times,” said Sean.

  We threw the towels over one of the walls. Sean tossed his wallet that he grabbed from the lounge chair onto the bench seat. I was so counting on him to have a condom in one of the folds.

  I turned on the faucet, grateful to find there was hot and cold water. Sean ran his hand along my curves, nuzzling my neck as I adjusted the temperature to pleasing warmth. He pulled at the strings of my bikini and just like that I was topless. Was it the idea of getting caught that turned me on or the way Sean massaged my breasts, playing with my nipples in just the right way.

  He angled me against his body so the water hit the place between my legs but it was merely a tease and not enough to make me come. Impatient, I took his hand off my breast and slid his hand beneath the waistband of my bikini right to my pussy.

  “Ah, Kelsey. That is so fucking hot. You are so fucking hot.”

  His fingers tapped my clit until I was wet from more than just the water. Then he hooked two fingers and moved them in a pumping motion, rocking my body to a breath-stealing orgasm.

  “Sean.” I sobbed his name as I came.

  I turned in his arms and his lips again claimed mine as the water pulsed down around us. He gave me no chance to recover, backing me up against the wall.

  “That’s number one.”

  My body still shook from the release.

  Sean dropped to his knees. The water splashed off his chiseled shoulders as he slowly drew down my bikini bottom like he was savoring the act. Placing a small kiss at the v of my thighs, his tongue then moved over my clit in the same rocking motion his fingers had used. The rough siding of the wooden wall dug into my back but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was Sean’s tongue greedily licking my pussy.

  My breaths came in short gasps. I didn’t know where to put my hands, but they needed to go somewhere before I toppled over. Reaching up, I grabbed the pipe leading to the showerhead not caring if I tore it off. My other hand clutched the back of Sean’s head. I felt like I was going to climb up the wall with each little shock of pleasure that grew and grew until my body was on fire.

  “Oh, oh, Sean,” I cried out. The pleasure was too delicious, too everything. My head hit the wall as I jolted forward and then back, my body shuddering with blessed release.

  Sean glided his hands up my legs, then the curve of my hips as he stood. I tasted myself on his lips as he slowly kissed me like it was an art and he a master of it. Like the Leonardo Da Vinci of kissing.

  “That’s number two.”

  But when he reached for his wallet, I used all my strength to pull him back and reversed our positions.

  I kissed him with abandon, clutching his biceps until I was sure my nails would leave marks. I pulled away and dropped to my knees. “My turn.”

  The slate tile floor dug into my skin. But I didn’t care. I tugged down his shorts, impatient, as he was patient with my bikini bottoms. His cock was beautiful and strong like the rest of him.

  My wet pussy warred with my mouth, each wanting possession of his cock. My mouth watered anticipating the taste of him, my pussy dripped from my orgasm.

  Mouth to pussy: I will make him harder and bigger than he’s ever been in life and then he’ll fuck you with it.

  Pussy to mouth: Promise?

  Mouth to pussy: Promise.

  Chapter 11

  Sean

  With no preliminary teasing, Kelsey’s lips engulfed my cock into the recesses of her hot, wet mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot down my rod at the shock.

  Captivated by the erotic sight, I felt the skin of it stretched so tight I feared it would tear. Not that I was about to stop her. She didn’t play with it or dabble with it, no; she worked me in and out of her mouth.

  It was the cock sucking of my dreams. If it weren’t for the shower’s cooling mist my body would have combusted into a pile of dust.

  “Kelsey, your mouth is so hot.”

  Were her moans of approval from the size of me filling her mouth? Or did sucking my cock turn her on? Both? Oh hell, yeah. Then she deep-throated me and gagged. Holy. Fuck.

  I was a championship swimmer but this chick made my thighs tremble. Tremble! And I loved every fucking second of it.

  I was ready to explode but if I did, I’d be rendered useless until later and I’d promised to make her come multiple times and twice was only a couple in my book. I wanted her to burn out of control with me. Reaching for a fist full of her hair, I pulled her mouth off my cock, and then I lifted her up off her knees and up against my hard body. Her soft flesh melded to me, my cock trapped between her legs.

  Burying my tongue into her mouth, I kissed her with a passion I had never felt before. The scent of her suntan lotion intoxicated me, as if it was some sort of love spell. She tasted of oranges. And musk, which was probably the flavor of me lingering on her tongue.

  I wanted to do more than fuck her. I needed to imprint myself onto her the way she had done to me. To forever change the way she thought or felt about sex. I ended the kiss to begin my mission. “I can’t wait to be inside your hot little pussy.”

  “Hot and wet,” she purred.

  Holy. Fuck. If there were a world’s record for putting on a condom I would have blown it away.

  Kelsey now had her back to me, her hands braced against the wood slats. Her sweet ass upturned, ready for me to enter her pussy from behind. It was an invitation that I couldn’t refuse. And yet somehow how I did.

  Turning her around, I said, “I want to see your face when I make you come.”

  She tugged on her bottom lip, her eyes alight with fire making me feel as if I were standing on the sun.

  Placing one hand on her ass, I gripped a wooden slat for leverage with the other. Kelsey threw her leg around my hip. Wasting no time, I sunk my cock deep into her. Her mouth had showed me no mercy, so I gave her none, pumping in for all that I was worth. Every ounce of myself was giving itself over to her. Her breaths began to come in short gasps and her pussy clutched around me. I leaned back to see her face as she fell apart with me buried inside her.

  She was the beauty who had turned me into a beast. And I roared as I came.

  Chapter 12

  Kelsey

  Wondrous smells led us into the kitchen. Storme was a great cook, but all I needed was some food as fuel so I could keep up with Sean’s god-like stamina.

  Sean held my hand and I was a little nervous as we entered the room. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t very well say, ‘Sean and I had hot sex in your outdoor shower. And I came multiple times. Three to be exact. Now please feed us.’

  Storme broke the ice with a cheeky, “Hope you worked up an appetite.”

  I looked to Sean who remained bashfully silent. Thank goodness, he wasn’t like that in bed. Or rather in the shower. Or on the dunes. An image of us rumpling up the sheets entered my head and my body tingled in anticipation.

  “Let’s just say I’m starving,” I said.

  We each took a seat at the farmhouse style kitchen table, which was set up as if HGTV was about to walk in and start filming. Storme played the perfect hostess. The salmon was grilled to perfection and the wine, direct from Storme’s family vineyard was divine. I was beginning to relax when they started grilling Sean like he was the piece of salmon on my plate.

  “How old are you, Sean?” asked Storme.

  “Twenty-two.” Sean answered the first question with a good-natured shrug.

  “How long have you been a lifeguard?” asked Leigh.

  “Since I was sixteen.” He raised his wineglass to his lips and took a sip.

  “What do you do during the off-season?” asked Storme.

  I threw both of my friends the evil eye and made a cutting motion with my knife for them to stop tag teaming my date with questions. Sean and I were nowhere near the stage of talking about the future. I didn’t want to know beyond today.

  “I travel.”

  This peaked my interest. Had he been
to Europe? Just like a typical male, he didn’t elaborate. My friends were not discouraged from his lack of chattiness.

  “Where are you going at the end of this season?”

  “Storme,” I cautioned, my voice tight, conveying to them both not to be so nosy, even if I was soaking up all this information like a dry sponge that’d been doused with water.

  He looked at me. “Actually, I’ll be leaving for boot camp down in South Carolina. The Marines.”

  I blinked. I couldn’t have heard that right. The Marines? It couldn’t be. The Universe wouldn’t be that cruel. I didn’t need a man to be rich. Poor, I could handle, but a military man? I couldn’t do it. Wouldn’t do it. As the oldest, I’d witnessed my Mom suffering through the long absences. Watched her put on a happy face for my sisters and I, even as the constant worry tore her apart. Then, her brave face as she’d accepted the American Flag at my dad’s funeral.

  Hadn’t I already sacrificed enough?

  Unable to meet Sean’s gaze or utter a single word, I looked away, tears springing to my eyes.

  I shouldn’t care. What I had with Sean was just a summer romance, a fling. I shouldn’t care, but I did. Because I’d already had stupid, crazy feelings for him. Why couldn’t he be a simple lifeguard? But he wasn’t. I had to break it off now.

  I wished my friends hadn’t dug for information. Wished I’d never met Sean. Wished my father were still alive.

  Chapter 13

  Sean

  The silence deafened my ears. Had they been a part of some anti-war college group? Twenty minutes ago I had been in heaven and now I was in hell as Kelsey’s friends interrogated me like they were trying to replace her father.

  Holy. Shit.

  Had Kelsey’s father been a Marine? And had he been killed in action? The tears in her eyes confirmed it. Her friends got up and surrounded her, creating a wall of support, looking at me like I was the enemy.

  “You should go,” said Leigh.

  I shook my head. “I got this.”

  Storme and Leigh looked at each other over Kelsey’s head. Were they using some kind of female telepathy?

  “I made her cry, let me dry the tears.”

  Now they looked at me like I was some sort of alien. Maybe, I was. Truth was, I was scared to death of being alone with Kelsey right now, but I’d feel worse leaving her to deal with emotions that I’d dredged up.

  Kelsey nodded and her friends left the kitchen.

  Gathering up Kelsey in my arms I said, “I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t know.”

  “My father—,” she sobbed.

  Questions burned on my tongue. How had it happened? How long ago? “It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want. I can guess.” My tone was soothing, but my insides shredded into pieces. There was nothing I could say to comfort her. Nothing I could do, but hold her.

  I reached over for a napkin and handed it to her.

  She blew her nose and then blew my mind.

  “I can’t see you again.”

  “Whoa.” I pulled away but slid my hands along her arms like I was trying to rub some sense back into her. “Nothing has changed between us.”

  “Everything has. Sean, I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

  “Do what?”

  “Fall for you. You’re going to leave and what if—if. I can’t even go there.”

  “Fall for me?” I should have left. But I couldn’t. “Kelsey, tell the truth. What were you planning to do at the end of the summer?”

  She blinked. “I…don’t know.”

  I shook my head. “Yes, you do. Like all the other summer girls, you were going to go back home.” After breaking my heart, I didn’t say. Why was I fighting so hard to keep her close to me? Maybe she was right to break it off now, before one of us got hurt.

  “Probably. Home or somewhere else. I haven’t planned that far ahead.”

  “Exactly. Nothing has changed. You’re here for the summer, so am I. Let’s spend it together.”

  “And then what, Sean?” She placed her hands on my chest and shoved me away. “You go off to war and get yourself killed?”

  Instead of drying her tears, I’d made things much worse. I dragged a hand through my hair. What could I say to the possible truth of what she’d said?

  “You should go.” Kelsey folded her arms across her waist, looking away from me.

  How could she burn for my touch just an hour ago, yet be so cold? She’s still grieving, shithead. Nothing I could say right now would change her mind.

  “This isn’t over, Kelsey. It can’t be.” I placed a tender kiss on her forehead. “I’ll see you at the bonfire tonight.” It was a statement, not a question.

  *

  I kept a close eye on Kelsey from the grouping of pickup trucks my buddies had driven onto the beach. The flames from the bonfire shot up into the air casting a glow over her skin. Taking a swig of beer, I tried to quell the urge to go over there and kiss her in front of everyone. To fucking claim her like I was her mate.

  She was having fun with her friends, dancing and sipping on beer, oblivious to the fact that every guy on the beach was mesmerized by her moves. It certainly looked like she wasn’t second-guessing her decision to break it off with me. Determined to get Kelsey out of my head, I laughed at something my friend said because everyone else was laughing. But my gaze returned to her, drawn back like I was the pathetic moth to her beautiful flame.

  Then one of my supposed bros left the group and walked over to the bonfire to put the moves on her. Fucking Blake. My blood boiled as if I were being roasted alive over the bonfire. It was exactly what I would like to do to Blake right now.

  Chapter 14

  Kelsey

  Alcohol buzzed in my blood. My heart thumped to the beat of the loud music as I danced with Storme and Leigh. The bonfire’s flames were hot and the beer cold. The scent of smoke mingled with the salt-kissed air.

  The stars sprinkled across the night sky. A perfect summer night, except Sean wasn’t there to share it with me. Smiling at me. Snuggling on the blanket by the fire. Waiting for the perfect time to sneak a kiss. To sneak off to do more.

  Since Sean had left the house I had done an admirable job of convincing my friends that I was okay. In fact, I should forget architecture and run off to Hollywood to become an actress that’s how good I was. So good that I had fooled myself into believing I wanted nothing to do with Sean. Until now.

  Why had I completely lost it on him? Once he’d left Storme’s kitchen, he’d probably realized I was more trouble than I was worth. That’s why he wasn’t here. He was avoiding me and I couldn’t blame him. I’d taken a simple summer romance that was all of three days old and blown it into a star-crossed lovers tragic romance.

  I was about to reach into my pocket for my phone to text an apology when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Thinking it was Sean I swirled around, ready to throw myself into his arms.

  “Remember me?”

  “Oh.” It was the lifeguard who asked me to play the victim yesterday. He was super cute, but he wasn’t the one I wanted to be with. I bit my lip to keep the disappointment from my voice. “Yeah, you’re Sean’s friend.” Hopefully, he’d take the hint and leave me alone.

  “Which makes me your friend.” He tried to slide his arm around my waist, but I slipped from his grasp right into Sean’s arms.

  Where I belonged. At least for the summer, I did.

  “Beat it, Blake.”

  “Sorry, bro. I thought—

  “You thought wrong.”

  I nuzzled Sean’s neck, breathing in his masculine scent of sea spray and leather. What was wrong with me? I’d never felt like this about a guy before.

  Glad to see his friend get lost, I backed away and gave Sean a little shake. “What took you so long? I’ve been here for hours.”

  “Missed me?”

  By the cocky look on his face he already knew the answer. I wanted to kiss him until he transformed into a longing, hungering, mess. But f
irst we needed to set things straight. “We need to talk.”

  We walked to the shoreline, away from the crowd and the music. He didn’t take my hand. Why? And why after such a short time was I missing it? I needed some reassurance, so I risked taking his. A sigh of relief escaped me when he squeezed my hand.

  At the water’s edge, he turned to me. Taking my other hand, our gazes met and my mouth went dry with the words I couldn’t form. In the moonlight his blue eyes appeared ethereal, like they were calling to me. This place was magical, that was the only way to explain the rush of tingles in my blood and the reason why I would risk my heart.

  “Sean, I’m sorry I freaked out on you.”

  “Don’t be. I understand, I do. I’m being selfish. I want you.”

  “I want you too. I want to spend the summer with you, but I can’t give you more than that.” Even if I fell in love with him, even if my heart was ruined forever when I had to say goodbye, it would be worth it because I’d put myself out there without regret.

  “That’s all I’m asking for, Kelsey.” He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. “One perfect summer. One perfect memory. I swear I won’t ask for more.”

  All these mushy girly feelings were sweeping me away. I had no idea how to process them. Was I really falling in love? Was he? I didn’t want to break his heart any more than I wanted him to break mine. “One more thing. No talk of the future. No talk of the past.”

  He nodded. “So it sounds like you just want sex?”

  “Lots of sex.”

  “You drive a hard bargain.” With a crooked smile, the cocky look was back in full force.

  I snorted. “I—”

  Farther down the beach we heard shouting.

  Sean turned and scanned the water before looking to the sand where a couple of people were dipping their toes into the water. Turning back to me, he released a breath. “Sorry, it’s an occupational hazard. What were you going to say?”

  “Nothing.” I’d forgotten. I smiled, liking his dedication to the job. “Let’s find a non-water view, so all of your attention is focused on me.”