Page 58 of Summer Ever After
We kissed our way to the bunk bed and down onto the bottom bunk. The dress was strapless, and I hadn’t worn a bra, so my breasts were already bare, my nipples puckering in the cold. His lips traveled down my body and he pulled down my panties, replacing the lacy fabric with his lips.
“Oh, Max.” I writhed beneath him. My body remembered exactly what his mouth felt like between my legs. I trembled, my body tingling as I forgot all about the outside world. The only thing that mattered at that moment, was Max. I stopped him before the wave of my orgasm crested. “I spent the whole year wishing that I had done this,” I whispered and wriggled from beneath him and pulled down his boxers and took his cock in my mouth.
“Rosie, he groaned. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing—
I took him deep, and then teased with a few strokes, and then took him deep again. His legs were trembling like the leaves on the aspen trees. “Oh, God.” His hand rested on my shoulder. He eased himself out of my mouth. He was panting. “You’re incredible.”
My thighs were slick with desire. Max pressed his weight onto my body, and we kissed, our bodies moving and writhing together. His desire rested at my opening, but he did not push inside. I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged his hips forward with my heels. We both gasped as he pushed inside, filling and stretching my body.
“I don’t have any…protection.” He squeezed his eyes and rested his forehead on my chin. “Rosie. I want to do this with you, like so fucking bad, but we have to be…”
“Responsible?”
“That’s the word I was looking for,” he pulled out and immediately my body felt like there was a piece missing. “We’ve got the rest of the summer.” He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “We’ve got the rest of our lives.”
There was a crackle and a faraway voice called out his name. “Shit.”
Max hopped off the bed and fumbled in his pants, pulling out a small headset. “Go for Max.” He slipped the piece onto his head. I couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, but Max seemed focused, nodding at whatever the person on the other end was telling him.
“I have to go.” He pulled on his boxers and stepped into his pants. “Come here.” He pulled me from the bed and rested his hands on the side of my waist. “I need to see you again. As soon as possible. Promise me you will meet me in the morning?”
“Where?” I shivered.
He rubbed my arms vigorously and then helped me into this dress. The cape provided a surprising amount of warmth for such a flimsy piece of fabric. “Do you remember Keystone Point?”
“Of course.” I remembered every detail about that place.
“Meet me there, tomorrow morning. As soon as the sun comes up.”
“I will be there.” I buttoned up his shirt and helped him to do up his bowtie. Unlike the catering bowties, his was one that you actually had to tie. “I remember helping my dad with these.” I smiled as the knots came back to me.
We were both a little rumpled, but presentable. “Promise me you’ll be there.” He held onto my arms and his eyes held my gaze.
“I promise. I will be there.” And I meant it.
* * *
Max hadto go help Tracy with the logistics. I returned to the tent to try to find Jessica. “There you are.” Jessica pulled me aside. “Trey is looking for you. You’re supposed to be on the boat. It’s his last run.” She looked me up and down. “Where were you? Where is your mask?” Her eyes tracked up and down my body and then widened. She pulled off her mask.
“Wait a minute. Where’s Max?”
I shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
Jessica slid the mask back onto her face. “Rosie. I’ve never seen Max look at anyone the way that he looked at you.”
My cheeks burned, but I didn’t say anything.
“He fell for a girl named Daisy last year, and no one has been able to measure up to this mystery woman, and then you show up, and he’s tripping over his words. You’re Daisy, aren’t you?”
I nodded. “I can explain.”
She grinned. “I don’t care. I love you and I love him. I’m so happy you two found each other. Now get to that boat before Trey leaves without you.”
“Thank you.” My eyes welled with tears. “Thank you for everything.” I wrapped my arms around Jessica, and then it dawned on me. “You and Mrs. Graham. You planned this, didn’t you?”
Jessica stepped back and held onto my arms. “Mrs. Graham hears and knows everything. That’s all I will say about that. Now, get going.” She pushed me in the direction of the docks and I held the skirt of the dress up so I could jog along the dock. “But Rosie,” she shouted. “Don’t you dare hurt him again.”
The boat engine idled and Trey stood with one foot on the dock, the other on the boat. “I won’t,” I shouted to Jessica. As I made my way to the boat, carefully avoiding the cracks in the dock with my heels, I wondered just how much Mrs. Graham knew about my situation, and if she knew that she had saved my life.
