Page 6 of Summer Ever After
“It never ends.” She jogged away.
Daisy stepped to my side. “Those two are fighting like cats and dogs – over chips.”
“It’s obvious you don’t have a brother or sister.” I laughed. “I fought with my sister Jessica over anything and everything. We still scrap to this day. My sister was a wild child and got away with everything.”
The screams of the two kids escalated and the mom packed up the blanket and beach bag and the three of them headed to the parking lot. “Jessica would’ve dumped that entire bag of Cool Ranch on my head.”
Daisy’s smile seemed sad. “It must have been nice growing up with a sibling.”
“So, you are an only child.” My observations about her were proving to be accurate. Anyone who grew up with a sibling knows that fighting over snacks is pretty much a requirement.
“Kind of. Growing up I was an only child, but now I have a stepsister.” Her tone told me that her relationship with her stepsister was not necessarily a loving one.
“Is she evil?” I was trying to lift the heaviness in her voice, but she glanced to the ground, digging her feet into the sand. “Yeah. I mean, she’s not a psychopath, at least not officially…” she pressed her lips together, “I mean she’s never liked me, and I’ve never liked her. That’s all there is to it.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I reached to her hand and rubbed her fingertip.
“Don’t be sorry.” She withdrew her hand from mine and tucked a loose strand into her braid. “It is what it is, and I only have to put up with her until I go to college.”
Something told me that there was a lot more to that story, and that same gut feeling told me to stop asking questions about it.
“That was great, what you did out there.” She pointed to the lake. “Those kids could’ve ended up at the Stone Oven.” The pizza place was at the other end of the lake.
“Then they could’ve fought over pizza toppings.” I clapped my hands together.
“No, I’m serious.” Daisy put her hands on her hips and I realized that her shirt was soaked. “You saved them.”
It was my turn to kick at the sand. “Anyone would’ve done the same thing.”
She sighed. “I don’t think so. Most people would’ve pulled out their cell phones and filmed, rather than jumping into action like that.”
The mom gave a friendly double honk of her horn as she left the parking lot. “I’d like to think more of humanity than that.”
Daisy shrugged. “Maybe I’m jaded.”
“You stopped to help me. I stopped to help them. I think that for our sample size, we’re doing just fine.”
She smiled. “You’re going to have to ride home in wet jeans now.” She hooked her finger into the belt loop and let it rest there.
“You’re soaked too.” I put my hand on her waist.
We were alone and my horny dude mind went to all the things that Daisy and I could do in and out of the water, or on the beach, or the rocky outcropping, or against my motorcycle. The pressure from the button fly on my jeans intensified, and I was horny as hell, but I also wanted to sit down and watch the sunset with her, my arm over her shoulder, with her head on mine. I wanted to hear more about her bitchy stepsister, and why she wanted to be an environmental engineer. I wanted both Daisy’s body and her mind, something that hadn’t happened to me in years.
She was smart, beautiful, and while a touch jaded, had an optimistic and dreamy way of looking at life. They say that you should surround yourself with positive people who can lift you up in life, and while Daisy might have had holes in her shoes, and a thrift-store hat on her head, something told me that she’d make my life better.
I bent my head to kiss her and the world disappeared. The boat engine droning in the distance became muted, and the blood pumping through my veins whooshed in my ears. My dick, which was already rock hard, throbbed even more. “We should get you out of these pants,” I whispered.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
THREE
DAISY
I didn’t feelshy undressing in front of Max, but I was embarrassed. My underwear, red boy shorts with a white elastic band were faded to pink in spots and the band had detached at the side.
Max, on the other hand, was wearing frigging silk boxer shorts. He kissed me like I was a delicacy that he wanted to devour and savor at the same time. The savoring was driving me crazy. All I wanted was to feel him inside of me. I’d never had a one-night stand, let alone fantasized about taking the cock of the man I’d just met inside my mouth.
He was…effortless, that was the only way I could describe him. Confident, yet caring, Confident, yet cocky, confident, confident, confident. And it was hot as hell.
