Boyfriend for the Summer (A Second Chance Enemies to Lovers Romance)

by Penny Wylder

  This is perfect.

  “I never would have done anything like this last year, you know. I’m not a very daring person.”

  “What changed.”

  Seph bites her lip, swollen from our kissing. “You.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. You make me want to do everything.”

  The space around us spins towards something more serious. “This doesn’t have to end, Seph.”

  “Doesn’t it?”

  “No, it doesn’t.”

  She laughs harshly. “We don’t live anywhere near each other. You want to be with someone that you’ll never get to see?”

  I shake my head. “It’s a couple of hours and I have a driver’s license. Plus, phones exist.” Dread pools in my stomach. “Unless that’s not what you want.”

  “I didn’t say that,” she says quickly. “It just makes me nervous.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s camp. Everything feels so real while you’re here, and then like a dream for the rest of the year. Even though I—” She cuts off and swallows. “I don’t want you to forget about me.”

  “There’s no chance of that. None.”

  She smiles, but it’s a little sad. “Good. But let’s talk about this a little closer to the end. We’ve still got a month to go.”

  “True.” In the distance the bell that signals dinner rings. “Race you back?”

  Seph grins, the smile brilliant. “Bet your ass.”

  13

  Eric

  Present

  The last few days have been interesting to say the least. Things have been busy, and the most that I’ve been able to do with Seph as far as intimate things go has been a stolen kiss here and there. The beast inside me that craves to take her over and over again is barely contained on a leash. And that leash is my hand every time I have a private moment. Also the brutal workouts that I put myself through every morning.

  I’m pushing myself as far as I can go with the equipment that I have, including going for runs before dawn that leave me panting. But I need an outlet, and I know that every time I’m working out I’m contributing to the way she looks at me like she wants to wash me with her tongue. I will happily let her.

  I’ve had vivid fantasies of Seph on her knees worshipping my cock with those gorgeous lips. And just as many about making her moan again with my tongue. My mind is a sex-drenched paradise, and I don’t know if I can go much longer without taking her again.

  But in the absence of sex, we’ve been reconnecting in other ways. Spending some free time together. Sitting near enough to speak at meals. Learning what we both have done in the couple of years that we haven’t spoken. While at the same time avoiding the subject that neither of us wants to talk about.

  But I’m thinking that we might be there. Perhaps tonight after the bonfire we’ll be able to talk about it. We’ve talked enough about small things that I feel okay about finally asking her what happened. I don’t want to make the same mistakes.

  If we’re going to give this a proper second chance, I want it to be a real second chance. They say that you never forget your first love, and Seph was that for me. Wholly and completely.

  Lunch has just finished, and Seph gives me a scorching look as I walk out of the dining hall. The fact that we keep getting pulled apart by responsibility and things coming up is frustrating, but it’s also building the tension. Maybe there’s something else we can do after we talk. If Seph will want to. I’m not sure how the conversation is going to go.

  But something needs to happen. Because it’s gotten to the point where I go semi-hard just looking at her, and fisting my cock in the shower isn’t enough. Or when I fall into bed at night and I feel like I can still smell her on my sheets. Or when I wake up and I’m hard after dreaming about her.

  Something’s gotta give or I’m pretty sure that I’m going to go mad.

  Next on my list of tasks is the end of week camp announcements. There’s a little shack on the edge of the camp that connects to the ancient PA system. It’s creaky and squeaky and everything you would expect from a camp communication system. The tiny building is run down and looks like a drive-through security building or a toll booth. Windows on four sides and paneling on the bottom half. Just enough to house the soundboard and shelter it from the elements.

  One more thing on the long list of things that really need to be repaired. One more thing that the camp can’t afford to do anything about it. I step inside and pick up the receiver—which makes me feel like an old school safari guide—and flip it on.

  There’s a little bit of feedback before I start to talk, and then I start. “Hey Red Rock, I hope you’ve enjoyed your first week at camp. Tomorrow our staff will be making runs into town for supplies so if you have mail to go out or special requests—within reason—today is the day for those things.”

  I startle when I hear the door open behind me, and I turn to find Seph stepping into the booth with me. I smile at her and she grins. I’m still paused, seeing if she needs me, but she gestures for me to continue.

  “And of course, many of our repeat campers know that tonight is the first bonfire.”

  Seph sinks down onto her knees in front of me, hands going to my belt, and my stomach drops with lust. It’s like an image jumped out of one of my fantasies and came to life. I should not have started speaking into the mic because holy shit. She doesn’t hesitate, pulling my cock out of my pants and wrapping her lips around it. Just like on Monday, I go straight to fucking heaven. And I have to keep talking, because I’m in the middle of the broadcast.

  What the fuck is she doing?

  “The bonfire is not mandatory, but we encourage everyone to come.” Fuck, I don’t want to think about the word ‘come’ right now. Not when Seph is sinking down my shaft like it’s the only thing that she ever wants to taste.

  “It’s a long-standing camp tradition, there will be stories and s’mores and it’s generally a good time. Of course, if you ever have any questions or need anything, my door is open. Thanks.”

  I slam the broadcast off and drop the receiver, and gape down at Seph, who’s grinning. Which is an impressive feat given the fact that her mouth is full of me. “Seph, what the fuck?”

  She strokes my cock as she pulls back to speak. “I was tired of waiting, and you were alone. Besides, nearly being caught is kind of our specialty, isn’t it?”

  That’s not a wrong statement. Especially given the first time that she ever gave me a blow job that summer we came so close to being discovered that my heart rate didn’t settle for an hour. And I still remember every second of that. Something tells me that I’m going to remember every second of this too.

  “Besides,” she says, “I told you. I want this. I want all of you. I want to taste you again too.”

  “Jesus.”

  Seph doesn’t wait before taking me in her mouth again, and she drives her mouth down onto me, as far as she can take me. My cock is hitting the back of her mouth and her lips are stretched around me. It’s hot as fuck, and my knees are weak. I lean back against the wall in the small space for support, and she follows.

  If anyone comes to look for me, they’re about to get an eyeful. Because this little shack is all windows, and even though Seph is below them, one look down and everything is on display.

  Sucking me hard, Seph pulls her head back and drives forward again, setting up a smooth rhythm with her suction. God, it’s so fucking hot that I can’t breathe.

  Her tongue teases the underside of my cock, and I groan loudly. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

  Her eyes flick up to mine, and my cock jerks in her mouth. I want to take a picture of her like that. Speared and stuffed on my shaft. “Can I take a picture of you? Just like that.”

  She nods, and I grab my phone from my pocket, snapping a picture of her, eyes closed, mouth full of cock. If it weren’t an entirely stupid idea, I would have that photo as my lock screen. But I’m not sharing that picture with anyone.
That’s just for me. For later, when I’m reliving watching her take my cock deep and sucking. And drinking me dry and loving every fucking second. I’m never going to look at her lips the same again, having seen them stretched like that.

  Seph moves, taking me deeper, and with one clever move I’m suddenly in her throat. “Oh fuck.” The head of my cock is being squeezed by her and she swallows, making me blind and deaf and dumb entirely. And still she keeps going, sinking down until her lips are near the base of my shaft and I’m in utter awe at the amount of me that she’s taken.

  I grab her hair, desperate to hold on to something. She leans into my hand ever so slightly, and then pulls back, releasing me entirely. “Seph, holy fuck.”

  She’s panting. Chest heaving, and lips shining. “Don’t hold back,” she says.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You already know. Don’t pretend you don’t.”

  Whatever blood I have left in my body floods my dick, and I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life. So hard that it’s almost painful. And Seph doesn’t give me any chance to breathe, swallowing me down again, impossibly all the way to the hilt. My hand is still resting in her hair, and I weave my fingers through it, gripping harder.

  Don’t hold back.

  God, I think I might be in love with her again. Maybe I never stopped being in love with her. And maybe now is a weird time for that realization. But as Seph herself said all those years ago, time moves differently at camp.

  I let that part of myself that I push down come clawing out. That feral part of me that wants to pin her down and fuck her till she’s screaming my name for the world to hear. The part that wants to control and drive my cock into her mouth as hard as I can until I go over the edge. The part that she’s asked me to set loose.

  I don’t hold back.

  Gripping harder, I thrust my hips forward. I’m already so deep that there’s not that far to go. Instead her throat hugs my cock tight, and I groan. I add my other hand, and push into her throat again. And again. Harder.

  I’m fucking her throat, and it feels so brutally good that I never want it to end. Seph taps my leg, and I release her, watching her pant for breath. “Are you okay?”

  Her eyes are glazed with lust and pleasure, and she gives me a sensual smile. “I’m more than fine.” She takes my cock again in one smooth motion, sealing her lips around the base of it. Her nose is pressed against my stomach and I cannot believe that she’s doing this. My cock is not small, and even though I’ve never been one of those men to brag about size, I know I’m big.

  Releasing one of my hands from her hair, I curl it under her throat so I can feel myself buried there. It’s full and straining, and I’m so close. But I am holding back in one way. I don’t want to come yet.

  I keep my hand on her throat, push in and pull back. Push in and pull back. The pleasure rising through me isn’t going to let me stop or rest until I finish. It’s too much. Too close.

  Releasing her, I allow her one more breath, watching her pant. The wetness from my cock dripping down her lips. But that’s the last breath. She’ll take me till I’m finished now. And she better drink every drop.

  She’s not ready when I push between her lips again and all the way down to the hilt. Her eyes lock on mine, clear and drowning with lust. The perfect image of desire and temptation. To take exactly what I need with no restraint.

  Fisting my hand in her hair, I let myself go. I fuck her throat hard and fast, pleasure roaring up through my body like a train until I can’t hold back anymore. It’s like fire. Burning and cleansing and I yell. It’s loud in the shack but I don’t regret it for one second.

  I come in waves, pouring it down her throat while I hold myself deep. So much tension this week, and it’s all come to this. One perfect orgasm, and I curse out loud while inside I’m thanking the fucking universe.

  Pulling back, Seph hauls in a breath looking up at me and smiles before swallowing everything that is left. I’m still leaning against the wall. Spent and panting and completely dazed. “Fuck.”

  She laughs. “It needed to happen, Eric. I wasn’t about to spend the entire bonfire staring at you over the flames wanting to jump you in front of all the campers.”

  “If you think that this isn’t going to make me want to do that more…” My voice is low and rough. “You’re wrong.”

  She smirks. “Guess you’ll just have to suffer.”

  Reaching out, I pull her to me and reverse our positions. “If I’m going to suffer, you’re going to suffer with me.”

  Her breath goes short as I press my body against hers. Shit. And the look in her gaze is pure fire. “Do your worst.”

  “Is that a dare?”

  Seph smirks. “That’s a good camp game, right?”

  I like Seph like this. Bold and brash and unapologetic. It’s dangerous. “I don’t have time to do my worst, but I can do enough.” I lift my fingers to her mouth. “Suck them.”

  She meets my eyes while she does, thoroughly stroking my fingers with her tongue, and when they’re wet, I slip my hand down her shorts, finding her pussy already soaking wet. She told me not to hold back, and I don’t. I drive my fingers into her finding that rough spot inside her that I know will make her squirm in pleasure while dragging my thumb across her clit. She took my cock perfectly, and I’m going to reward her. To a point. Just enough to make her want more of me. And that same cock.

  Seph’s pussy is hot and tight, and she’s so turned on that it only takes seconds to wipe the cocky look off her face and replace it with desperate need. She clings to my arm like she might pull away, but I keep going. Watching her breasts rise and fall with her gasping and the way she bites her lip. The way she leans her head back against the window, riding my hand. “Yes,” she whispers. “Yes.”

  And that’s when I pull back. Just as she’s on the edge. “Oh fuck,” she says, looking at me and suddenly realizing exactly how I intend to make her suffer. That I’m going to leave her hanging and in agony for the hours until we can be alone again. Because I can. Because I want to. Because I love knowing she’s going to be thinking about me and exactly what I can do to her.

  “You told me to do my worst,” I say with a smirk.

  “I did say that.” Seph closes her eyes, catching her breath. “Shit.”

  “Guess we’ll both be suffering,” I say.

  She sighs. “Guess so.”

  This friction between us, the edge that’s pushing us further. I like it and I don’t. We’re lashing out, daring each another to do our worst, and it’s not because we’re horny. But because there are things that we’re not saying to each other.

  I catch Seph’s arm as she’s brushing by, and I see it in her eyes too. We’re dancing around everything. “This isn’t over,” I promise her. Both the sex and everything more.

  She looks past me. “No, it’s not.”

  14

  Persephone

  Six Years Ago

  I’m getting sleepy. The bonfire always does that to me. We’ve been sitting here for hours with music and laughter and s’mores, and it’s getting late now. Normal camp curfew doesn’t count on bonfire nights, and everything is more relaxed.

  It’s that reason that I’m currently sitting between Eric’s legs, drowsily staring into the flames. I lean my head to one side on his knee and close my eyes, leaning into him and enjoying the way he strokes my hair and neck.

  We’ve gotten a lot more careless with showing people that we’re together. But it’s a pleasant surprise that no one seems to really care. Eric’s friends have been really sweet and welcoming, and there’s even been a few times when he’s referred to me as his girlfriend. I like that more than I want to admit.

  The counselors don’t seem particularly concerned either. We haven’t gone as far as to start making out in front of them—or his parents—but we hold hands now. And I love the simplicity of that.

  I love a lot of things about this and about him. I almost let it slip a few weeks
ago under the dock. I’m in love with Eric Elmore. It’s an impossibly large feeling, and I don’t know what to do with it. I’ve never been in love before.

  But what happens now? None of the issues of taking this beyond the summer have disappeared. We live two hours apart. We’ll never be able to see each other. And as much as I’d like to believe we could make that work, it doesn’t seem likely.

  Across the fire, I see Eric’s parents. His mom makes eye contact with me and smiles after looking between Eric and me. At least there’s that. She doesn’t wholly hate me for her dating son, even though he hasn’t officially introduced to her to me as his mother. He holds that information pretty tightly to his chest.

  “Sleepy?” he asks, leaning close to my ear.

  “Yeah.”

  “Can I walk you back to your cabin?”

  I can’t keep the smile off my face. “Yeah.”

  Eric helps me up and leads me away from the fire into the darkness. There are still enough people around the fire that us walking away doesn’t draw a lot of attention. But that cozy, sleepy, feeling doesn’t leave me as I walk.

  Eric has his arm slung around my shoulder, and he pulls me in so I can lean my head on his shoulder. I’m not sure why I’m so tired, but I could nearly fall asleep standing up. Almost to my cabin, we cross the spot where Eric tackled me. “I like that spot,” I say.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Even though I almost broke your nose?”

  I smile even though he can’t see it. “Almost would be the key phrase there.”

  “I like that spot too. But this spot works,” he says, leaning me up against the wall of the cabin by the door.

  “You’re playing with fire.”

  “Yes, I am. I just left a bonfire after all.”

  He kisses me gently, and I let him. “Your mom smiled at us.”

  “I think she likes you.”