Page 51 of Hot Summer Nights

“I also wanted to remind you to keep your legs closed around the new guests. Most of them are here with their families and I’d hate for you to destroy another happy couple.”

She smiles like a shark at me and I know that she knows she hit her mark. Tears prick my eyes but I hold my head high and stare back at her.

“Everything will be perfect.” I tell her.

She turns away, dismissing me, and I head for the back door. I get back to cleaning cabins and then getting ready for my dinner with Weston. My mom’s words stung but what really has me rattled, is that Weston is scheduled to leave tomorrow. I need to find him and figure out if he feels what I feel. If this thing between us is real, or if I’m just a summer fling.

EIGHT

Weston

I pullmy car up to Ember’s driveway and see that she’s already outside waiting for me. That must mean that her mother is already done working for the day and inside the house. Ember walks down the path and is sliding into the car before I can get out and get the door for her.

“Hey.” I say, leaning over the center console to kiss her.

She turns her head at the last second and my lips graze her cheek instead of her lips.

“Everything ok?” I ask, already knowing that something is wrong.

“Yeah. Everything is fine.”

Uh oh. There’s that word.Fine. Women never mean they’re ok when they say that. I decide to let her have some space. I can try to talk to her when we’re at dinner. We ride in silence to this little barbeque joint on the outskirts of town. The ride is over in only a couple of minutes and I hop out of the car to get Ember’s door but once again, she beats me to it.

We stand in silence studying the menu and I can’t help but sneak glances at her. I’ve been wracking my brain for anything that I could have done that would upset her but I keep coming up with nothing. Maybe her mom did something. My fingers curl into fists when I think about someone hurting my sweet Ember.

We order and find an empty picnic table, sitting down across from each other. She’s staring at her hands and I just can’t take it any longer. This silent treatment has lasted less than half an hour and I’m already going crazy over not having her eyes and thoughts shared with me. God help me if she ever realizes how completely wrapped around her finger I am.

“Ember, what’s wrong?

When she remains silent with her eyes cast downward, I reach across the table, snagging one of her hands between both of mine and giving her a little squeeze.

“Please talk to me, honey.” I plead.

“You're leaving tomorrow.” She says, finally looking up at me.

The sadness in her eyes hits me right in the gut. I completely forgot that I was supposed to check out tomorrow morning. These last few days have flown by and I know that it’s because I’ve been with Ember. I don’t want to leave. Not without her. The fact that she doesn’t want me to leave either makes my heart flip over in my chest.

“Ember, I know I was supposed to leave but there’s nothing that can’t keep in New York. Besides, I have to see these fireworks that you keep raving about.” I say as I squeeze her hand in mine and interlace our fingers.

“So, you’re not leaving tomorrow?” She asks, looking up at me with hopeful eyes.

“No. I’m going to stick around for a little longer.” I say as our food arrives.

After that, things go back to normal. We dig into our food and spend a couple of hours talking and laughing. This place has live music on Thursday nights so we hang around and listen to them play for a while before Ember leans into my ear and tells me she’s ready to go home.

I take her hand in mine and lead her back to the car, opening the door for her and kissing her before she can slide in. Her hands wrap around my neck and she uses that as leverage to press herself against me. I groan as she wiggles against my hard cock and she pulls away laughing before hopping into the car.

“Tease.” I say as I slide in behind the wheel.

“Maybe I don’t want to just tease you.” She says through half-lidded eyes.

My head whips towards her and my cock presses angrily against my fly. Ember reaches over and slowly strokes her hand up and down my thigh, her fingers stroking higher and higher on my leg and I sit there in shock, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed. Her fingers find my stiff length and I let out a guttural groan as she wraps her tiny hand around it as best she can.

“Ember,” I pant, “are you sure about this? We can wait as long as you want to.”

I tell her but I’m afraid that my balls will turn permanently blue and fall off if I don’t get some relief soon.

“I’m sure, Weston. I want this. With you.”

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