Page 115 of Barefoot Dreams
Hey…I wasn’t complaining.
Her crazy, wild, red hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top, leaving her neck open and the skirt she was wearing wasn’t any better.
It was so short and I could see her ass hanging out. Maybe it wasn’t a skirt, maybe it was a part of her swimming suit, but I didn’t care. My dick didn’t care.
It was all too much.
Oh, fuck, I’m getting hard right now just thinking about it all again.
I’ve never seen anything hotter! Not in any of those magazines, or on other girls and my dick shot up so fast, I barely had time to slap a towel over him before Cal waved at her.
And then it was game over because on top of having all that access to her skin, she also smiled when she sat down next to us on the blanket.
God, she smelled so fucking good. Like cherries. Birdy always smelled like cherries and vanilla ice cream. She was so close, there wasn’t a chance in the world I could’ve held it back.
I came. Right. Freaking. There.
I must’ve looked like an idiot coughing so hard but that was all I could do to hide what just happened.
And then not five minutes later, Juile leaned in, grabbing a strawberry from the container Cal packed and bit into it right in front of my eyes. Some of the juice slipped past her lips, trailing down the valley of her tits andddddd I was hard again.
So painfully hard, I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off.
Don't ask me what else was happening at the beach today. I have no clue because I only watched her.
Thank God, Callum didn’t notice anything.
He’s been getting more and more protective over his sister, and I can’t blame him. Not when half the school—girls—hate her because they are so jealous. And the other half—boys—are salivating over her.
Nope, I can’t blame him at all.
In fact, I might be breaking some noses in the near future.
G.O.
“Oh my God,” I whisper-shout, and Griff jerks up again.
“What?” he asks, concerned but I can’t speak. I’m trying too hard not to laugh or drown in my blushing right now.
Oh my God, sweet daisies! Is it hot in here?
“What is it, little J? What did you read?” When I shake my head again, rolling my lips he snatches the diary out of my hands and immediately groans, falling back into my lap.
“Yeah, yeah, go ahead laugh at poor little me.”
“There’s nothing little about you, Griff. How did you even manage to hide it that day?” I chuckle and his lips twitch up in the corners.
“Well, I was still a growing boy back then. So it wasn’t as hard.”
“You liked me.” I can’t hide the giddiness out of my voice. “The big, sexy, formidable football player liked his best friend’s little sister and came in his pants because of it.”
Griffin laughs noiselessly into my lap, his shoulders shaking. “That’s putting it mildly.”
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” I can’t help the tug that grows in my chest. How different it all could’ve been if one of us had said something.
Griffin sighs heavily. “Keep reading.”
I go through a few more entries until I get to the one I’m assuming he meant.
