Page 72 of Bayside Heat
His eyes turned dark as night as he said, “Couch? Kitchen counter? Shower?”
“Yes, yes, and double yes!”
Several toe-curling orgasms later, after they conquered the couch, counter, floor, and the shower, Serena realized she had no clean clothes. There was no need to pack a bag to come home when she had clothes at her cottage. She put on one of Drake’s shirts, tied it around the waist, and wore her shorts from last night.
“Aren’t you missing something?” Her panties dangled from his finger.
“I’m not wearing dirty underwear. I’ll run to my cottage and grab a pair.” Her phone vibrated. She pulled it from her pocket and read Desiree’s text. “Desiree said Violet left us a basket with breakfast on the stairs. I’m starved.”
“I’ve got a meal for you.”
She rolled her eyes. “I need sustenance. This girl’s got to keep her stamina up to keep up with our sexual activities.”
On the steps to the apartment she found a basket filled with fresh fruit, two muffins, and a sealed pink envelope addressed to Drake. She carried it to the coffee table and handed him the envelope. “You and Des, huh? How does Rick feel about that?”
He plucked the envelope from her fingers and tore it open. After reading it, he handed the letter to her. “I think the Girl Squad is after me and Vi’s a Peeping Tom.”
She read the note as she ate her muffin.
Drake,
Deliver Serena, sated and happy well fucked to Summer House at 11:30 for a wedding dress fitting hen party followed by lunch in P-town a trip to the sex shop.
We’ll return her to the music shop at 2:30, and then she’s yours for more fuckery until 7:30, when we meet at the Bookstore Restaurant to get sloshed before enjoying the concert across from Mayo Beach.
Do not deter from these instructions or you’ll be sorry. except for much needed fuckery.
Love, Bayside Girl Squad
PS: You two horndogs might want to go inside tonight. The noises coming from your deck could bring a lonely woman to orgasm. Just sayin’.
Serena nearly spit out her muffin. “Oh my God! Do you think Violet really heard us?”
“Do you doubt it?” He snagged an apple and bit into it, chuckling as he chewed.
“Drake! This isn’t funny. What if other people, paying resort customers, heard us?”
He hauled her against him and pressed his lips to hers. “Then I’d say they got their money’s worth.”
“Forget your deck. From now on, we’re sleeping at my place.” At least there they’d have privacy.
“Until your lease runs out.”
She rolled her eyes as she pushed to her feet. “I have to go home and get clean underwear before I meet the girls.”
“Let’s go.” He stood up and grabbed his keys. “And let’s bring some of your clothes over, so if we do stay here, you’re not stuck going pantiless around other guys.”
“You’re coming? Don’t you have to work?”
“I’m taking a few hours off with my girlfriend,” he said, surprising her. Drake hardly ever took time off. “Unless you’d rather go alone?”
She went up on her toes and kissed his lips. “Heck no. I’m alone every night in Boston. That’s more than enough.”
“Good. Now let’s talk about your shopping list.”
“Shopping list?”
“For the sex-shop detour.”
Oh my…
SERENA AND THE girls weaved around tourists streaming in and out of an array of galleries, eclectic shops, and restaurants on their way to the boutique for Desiree to try on her wedding dress.
“So, you’ll just see each other on the weekends?” Emery asked. She and Chloe badgered Serena for the scoop on her and Drake as they hurried along Commercial Street in Provincetown.
Serena and Drake had started out as such close friends, it felt like they’d been a couple for much longer than they had. It was a little jarring for her to realize this was the first weekend her friends would see them acting like a couple. That made her acutely aware of everything she said and of the immensity of her feelings toward him.
“Yes. Did I tell you about my teammates?” Serena kept trying to change the subject to work, the inn, yoga, anything other than her and Drake, but they kept circling back to them.
