Page 8 of One Reckless Summer

Outside, her cherry scent mixes with the smell of the pine forest that blankets the top of the Michigan border, and I know I’d give my left nut to get a lick of her.

She squeezes my fingers and I feel it down into my balls.

“Look,” she says, her manner turning serious, although it’s hard to take anything she says right now as gospel. From the thickness of her words and the sway in her steps, she’s clearly under the influence.

She scratches at her neck, then fiddles with the gold four leaf clover pendant around her neck, zipping it back and forth on the chain a few times as we walk through the parking lot toward the street.

“I’m staying at the Black Swan bed and breakfast, just over there.” She points an unsteady finger across the street, but I saw the place she’s talking about when I drove through town last week. It’s across the park, down about a block certainly within walking distance but there’s no fucking way I’m letting her walk there without me.

“Got it.” I want to ask her why she and her friend are in town, because no way they’re local, but knowing more about her is only going to make it harder to leave her there and walk away. “I’ll make sure you get home safe, just like I said.”

God, I wonder if she’s wet.

Stop thinking about her fucking pussy dipshit. You’re walking her back, that’s it.

“I want to ask you something…brother.” She blinks up at me as I slow my steps, my strides three times the length of hers.

Just thinking of walking her to the bed and breakfast has heat charging up the back of my neck. The way her thighs are rubbing together as we walk is fucking distracting, and I steal a long, depraved look at the way her round ass is working the back of those shorts, the curved bottoms of her cheeks hanging out, making it hard to breathe.

“Ask away,” I grumble, unsure what her question is going to be but already knowing it’s going to be trouble.

“See, I like that we aren’t going to share our names. You’re just big brother, and I’m little sister. That works out perfect because, see, I want to lose my virginity.”

Full fucking stop.

I look around to make sure there’s no cameras because this can’t be real.

But, she keeps talking and I’m all fucking ears. “So, I want to do it, and I don’t want any strings. I feel like you’re the guy.” The words are thick as molasses as she looks up at me, and fucking angels start singing.

She wants me to pop her cherry and never see her again?

That’s the most impossible thing I’ve ever heard of.

My resolve is fraying like a rope over a sharp cliff.

“You’ve been doing shots all night. You’re not thinking straight. What have you had to eat today?”

The words taste like arsenic in my mouth. All my tongue wants to do is say ‘yes, I’ll introduce your untouched sacred ground there to every inch of my dick while planting myself in your belly so you’ll be mine forever’.

All my brain wants is to put her over my knee and teach her never to proposition a near stranger in the middle of a dark street after doing shots all night.

I’d turn that ripe, round apple ass of hers red as punishment, then let her know the new order of her life. I’d kiss away her tears and explain I’ll forever only want what’s best for her. Keeping her safe would be my number one priority.

But that’s not happening, Price.

Not. Gonna. Happen.

Chapter Four

Price

It’s nothing new to me that my decision-making skills leave a lot to be desired.

Right now is one of those moments, because I’m following Daisy through the foyer of The Black Swan bed and breakfast instead of leaving her at the door and walking away.

A quick goodnight, nice to meet you, glad you’re safe…any of these would have worked. Then I could have turned and left, knowing the little bundle of hotness was safely back in her room, destined to be the fuel for an angry beat-off session in the shower back at camp.

Instead, my eyes are digging into the soft flesh of her lower ass cheeks hanging out the back of her shorts as she turns her face over her shoulder, holding a finger to her lips in a ‘shhhhh’ gesture, then points to a door at the top of the stairs.

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