Page 18 of Very Unlikely
Now I have a raging hard-on compliments to recalling the last time her sunscreen failed her, and an inappropriate wish for her to get as burned as the overcooked chickens at Walmart.
“Sunscreen isn’t enough, Sum. You need proper protection.” When I slip out of bed to join her by the patio doors, her tongue delves out to replenish her lips before her eyes stray to her feet. It doesn’t matter if it is the morning or the evening, if I’m slipping out of bed, my dick forever stretches the material of my boxer shorts. “Your dad mentioned something about packing you a pair of swimmers. Where are they?”
Her eyes return to mine, and they are as blistering as ever. “They’re not swimmers. They are the equivalent of a chastity belt!”
Even more reason for you to wear them.
I’m confident Summer can read minds when her eyes narrow into tiny slits a mere second before she digs her father’s idea of swimwear out of her suitcase. I never thought I’d admit to horn-dogging over a man, but there’s no denying my admiration of Rye when Summer holds up his beach-approved attire. He didn’t just go for a tankini and boardshorts combination that will cover her sweltering thighs and smooth stomach, he went the full fucking hog. Her wet shirt has sleeves that stretch to the wrist, and the boardshorts are so long, you wouldn’t even see my kneecaps if I were wearing them.
“You don’t want to risk it, Sum. The sun out this way is harsh.” Ignoring her pouty dropped lip, I snatch the sunscreen out of her hand, then nudge my head to the chair tucked under the desk. “Double protection isalwaysbetter than no protection.”
After forcefully plopping her into the chair I gestured to, I pull the strands of hair that fell out of her messy bun while she was sleeping to the side, then squeeze a generous dollop of sunscreen onto the tips of my fingers.
Within seconds, her annoyance is eased into relaxation, and her groans shift to moans. A neck isn’t a part of the female anatomy I often pay attention to, but the way Summer responds to my briefest touch has me considering adding it into the mix. There are many erogenous areas to a woman’s body. I just had no interest in exploring them until now.
I’m so caught up in discovering just how nervy Summer’s body is, I rub lotion into parts of her skin that won’t see the light of day thanks to her father’s wish to keep her off horny ballplayers’ registers. I drag my hands over her shoulders and across her collarbone before the twitch of my cock announces the swells at the base of my fingers feel squishier than they look.
And that’s the exact moment I remember who the person in front of me is and the promise we made three years ago.
“There you go.” I drop my hands from Summer’s shoulders, then step back like the lack of blood in my head due to its frantic rush to my cock is responsible for me misreading her sigh as disappointed. “Beach ready.” Even knowing I have no right to act like a possessive douche, I can’t rein it in when it comes to Summer. It’s been there since day one. “Onceyou get changed.”
There’s no mistaking her sigh this time around. It rings in my ears long after she’s snatched up the swimwear I’m holding out in front of her, and it remains even when she skirts by the bulge in my boxer shorts no amount of angling could hide.
I have a boner for my best friend, but because of an agreement I made before I realized how influential she’d be to my life, I can’t act on it.
7
Summer
Two weeks later…
“They’re forty percent off. How can you say no to forty percent off?”
I place the bikini I’ve been eyeing the past five days onto the rack before turning to face the playful voice heckling me. Desiree is one of Lennox’s teammate’s girlfriend. She’s a stunningly beautiful redhead with the cutest little freckles adorning her nose, but despite her eyewatering good looks, she is as humble as pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving.
She’s taken me under her wings the past two weeks, and with her help, I secured an interview yesterday afternoon for the merchandise store in the stadium Lennox will play at each week. If I’m successful, I will be a part of Lennox’s baseball bubble way more than I am at school, and I can’t help but grin at the prospect.
We’ve become close the past couple of weeks—extremely close—but not all the chumminess stems from Lennox’s obsession with ensuring I don’t leave Ravenshoe looking like a wrinkled prune. There have been a handful of other incidences that have made the line we drew in the sand three years ago a little difficult to see.
After joining me in the swimsuit section, Desiree murmurs, “Lennox would flip a switch if he saw you in that.”
“Ohhh,” I groan out slowly, proficient on the line I’m about to feed her but hating I have to give it to her. I thought she understood my ‘relationship’ with Lennox. Although we’ve never directly come out and said we’re only friends, so the misunderstanding is more my fault than hers. “We’re not like that. We’re friends.”
A reddish-brown brow pops up high on her gorgeous face. “Who sleep in the same bed every night?”
Busted.
“Uh-huh,” I answer, my voice as weak as my reply.
Before we commenced our travels to Ravenshoe, I easily got away with the we’re-just-friend’s line. Lennox and I had never spent the night, much less hours upon hours in the same bed as we have the past eighteen days. He never saw me naked, and up until the incident at his father’s ranch I’d rather not discuss, I had no clue a body as unenticing as mine could cause such a feverish response from any man, let alone one as good-looking as Lennox.
It’s been a weird couple of weeks, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying the change-up. It’s like we left our baggage at Morrison, giving us a clean slate for Ravenshoe.
When it dawns on me that Desiree is peering at me suspiciously, I add to the list of lies I’ve been telling both myself and strangers the past two weeks. “We don’t want to make an unnecessary mess for the maids.” I lean into her side like the salesperson at the boutique will rat me out to the check-in clerk if she hears my confession. “I’m not officially here as a guest. We told them I was only staying for a few days.”
“Right,” Desiree mutters, her voice kind even with the skepticism in her eyes on the other end of the spectrum. “You could always make one of the beds before housekeeping arrives. You don’t necessarily need to sleep in the same one.”
“That’s true,” I reply with a head bob. “But who wants to do housework while on vacation?” Before she can respond to the deceit in my tone, I push out, “Oh, would you look at the time. The guys will be back at any moment, so I better head off and…”I’ve got nothing, not a single thing,“… fill the bath. Lennox is always a little stiff after training.”
