Page 5 of One Last Summer

She looks out at the distance. It’s not that far, definitely swimmable but not easy. I’m a stronger swimmer only because my brothers, cousins and I spent a lot of our summer swimming in the lake smack-dab in the middle of Plain Daisy Ranch property.

We’re standing at the edge of the drop off and the bottom of the quarry is like a cliff underwater about fifty feet from the edge. Once we start swimming to the other side there will be no place to stop and rest—leaving hundreds of feet between us and the bottom.

I want to get her mind off of me leaving, but I also have an ulterior motive.

“I’ll give it my best shot.” She takes off before I start to count down.

I laugh and push off the hard bottom, swimming forward. “Head toward that outcropping of rock.”

The quarry is shaped like a sideways oval except for one area where there’s a small outcropping of rock. The bottom is shallow enough for us to stand, and it’s the one spot that offers any semblance of privacy.

The water grows cooler the further out we swim, but it’s still refreshing and not numb inducing.

I lag behind, keeping Gillian ahead of me so I can keep an eye on her and make sure she’s okay until we’re close to a group of rocks. Once I know she’ll reach it safely, I give it my all and easily swim past her until I reach the area where I can stand.

She approaches a few minutes later and I lean against a rock with my arms crossed and taunt her with a smirk. “I’ve been waiting here for ages.”

Her eyes narrow, and I laugh. About thirty seconds later she reaches me, and my hands grab her hips and drag her to me.

“Just letting me think I could win, huh?”

I shrug. “Maybe.”

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Is there anything you’re not good at?”

“English. Biology. Spanish.” It’s true. I’m not terrible but let’s just say it’s a good thing I snagged an athletic scholarship, otherwise I wouldn’t be going to a school like Clemson.

“Join the club.” Her mouth twists down.

“Hey.” I push my hand into her wet hair. “You’re gonna kill it in your courses this fall.”

She looks away from my gaze. “Maybe. I’m sure as hell going to try. But it’s not like I’m heading down the same path as you.”

I frown. “Everyone has their own thing going on, their own road to go down. One isn’t better than the other. The only thing that matters is you and I.”

Gillian smiles and I lower my head, pressing my lips to hers. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she deepens the kiss this time. I’m gonna miss her so much. She has no idea how badly my heart aches thinking about not seeing her every day.

My cock grows rock hard in my wet swim trunks.

No surprise. I basically think and want to have sex with Gillian 24/7, but I don’t want her to think all I want from her is to get laid. Especially today.

But I can’t fight the struggle right now because her hard nipples are pressed into my chest through the thin fabric of her bikini top.

My breathing picks up and my hands graze down her body until they’re both on her ass. I squeeze and lift her into my arms. Gillian wraps her legs around my waist and moans into my mouth when my hard length presses against her core.

Thankfully, there’s still enough of my brain working for me to realize that we need to move further back behind the outcropping of rock so we’re hidden from the people in the water and on the beach. I don’t want to hear Brooks mouth when we get back.

We won’t be completely out of view, but it’s the best we can do.

I walk us backward until we’re tucked behind the rock. There’s a small ledge underwater and I sit down. I can’t fuck Gillian right here without other people knowing, but there’s other stuff we can do.

I pull away and her beauty strikes me. Her hooded eyes are dazed, holding that turned-on spark that I love.

Just like me.

“I want you so fucking bad right now, but I’m not going to do it where someone might see.”

Her shoulders sag and disappointment paints her face.

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