Page 17 of Summer of You
Chase bit his lip and looked at the house behind me. He was thoughtful for a moment, then his whole body relaxed as he turned back to me. “Looks like Drew turned the lights out.”
My skin vibrated because I knew what he was implying. My uncle had gone to bed. If we wanted to mess around back here, the chance of getting caught was slim. Once Uncle Drew went to bed, he was out for the night.
That shaky feeling continued when Chase stood from his seat and slunk around the fire. A groan worked its way from deep within my chest as he took off his hat and stuffed it in the back pocket of his shorts. He meant business.
The chairs weren’t expensive. They were the run-of-the-mill classic lawn chairs with metal frames and webbed material that weren’t always comfortable. While it was fine with one person sitting in one, I wasn’t sure how well one would hold up with two grown men.
Chase hooked his leg through the armrest and sank into my lap, the aluminum frame whining under our combined weight. I only hoped he wasn’t serious about doing this here. When he leaned in, and his lips met mine, all concerns about the stupid chair flew out of my head. All I cared about was the guy pressed against me. My hands gripped the material of his shirt, sliding beneath the fabric. His breath hitched as my fingers trailed up his back, resting against the warm muscles there.
Our heated kisses continued, Chase grinding into my growing erection. Sharp gasps fell from our mouths as we moved against one another. The chair made another groaning sound, but Chase didn’t let up.
My hands explored, sinking into the back of Chase’s shorts. They skimmed past the band of his underwear and over the globes of his ass. I found his crease, my fingers dancing down the middle.When my finger found his hole, Chase broke apart from me, hissing.
“Is that okay?” I asked, applying gentle pressure.
He hummed appreciatively before speaking against my lips. “It’s more than okay.”
Our tongues tangoed as I swirled his tight pucker with my fingers when, with a screech, the chair suddenly gave out below us. The air rushed from my lungs, and I blinked up at the starry sky above. Chase rolled to the side, laughing, the mood officially destroyed.
Max barked from inside the house as the lights clicked on in one of the bedroom windows. Uncle Drew threw open the window and looked out into the yard, spotting us and the ruined chair on the ground.
“What the hell are you two doing out there?”
“Sorry, Uncle Drew,” I called, sitting up and surveying the damage. There was no hope of saving the chair. Hopefully, they weren’t too expensive to replace.
Uncle Drew huffed and slammed his window closed as the light clicked off again. Chase sat next to me on the ground and stared at the fire for a few minutes before nudging me with his shoulder. “Well, as fun as that was, maybe we should put this out so I canhead home.”
My heart sank a little. While the evening had turned sexually charged, I had hoped that he would let me in a little more. That hope was now squashed as flat as the chair.
“Yeah, sure.” I stood and wiped dirt and grass from my butt before offering out a hand to help Chase to his feet.
“Are you sure that you need it?”
I huffed, pacing around the kitchen. Max followed closely behind, trying to figure out what had me so agitated.
“Yes. If you want me to keep applying for jobs, I’ll need my computer.”
Mom sighed. “So you’ve been out there for almost three weeks, and you haven’t been applying for anything?”
My annoyance grew. The phone in my hand was sure to be crushed if I squeezed it any tighter. “I applied for a bunch of stuff before I left. I don’t know why no one is calling me back. Plus, I’ve been busy working.”
Uncle Drew walked through the front door. His eyebrows raised at the way I was talking on the phone, but he walked around meand opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of beer and heading to the living room. He plopped onto the couch and turned on the TV, flipping it to a talk show. The noise was an added distraction, but I tried not to let it bother me.
Mom was quiet for a moment. “I don’t know, Nathan. It seems like a long way to bring a computer.”
“Send Aiden to do it.”
Her laugh was shrill, and she was probably just as annoyed as I was right now. “Your brother has his own life. Although he seems to be hanging out with your friends a little bit more lately, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. What friends was he hanging out with? Andrew and Brandon were okay, but the fact that I knew Joe had been around was bothering me. Joe was an okay guy, but he was the hit-it-and-quit-it type. While he did have a preference for girls, I hadn’t lied when I said he didn’t discriminate. When he picked guys, they were guys like Aiden. That’s what had me the most worried.
“Yeah, I’m not a fan of that either. I don’t know. If Aiden doesn’t want to do it, I’ll see if Andrew or Brandon can.”
I rubbed my eyes as the TV volume in the living room went up. Was Uncle Drew trying to drown me out?
“I’m sorry, Nathan. That might be the best idea.”
I instantly deflated. I didn’t want to drag my friends all the way out here, and this all could have been avoided had I remembered to pack the damn laptop. “Okay, Mom. Thanks, anyway. I love you.”
