Page 27 of Very Unlikely
When Lennox enters the main part of our room—that’s thankfully separated from the entrance by an impressive bathroom—I think I’m in presentable order.
The cocking of his brow proves otherwise. “You alright? Your face is really red.”
I fan my cheeks with the hope of lessening the heat on them. My efforts are a woeful waste of time when Lennox heads my way instead of moving for his cleats a good twelve or so feet from the sex toy I dumped into his bedside drawer. He’s marching right to the piece of furniture hiding my shame better than my beetroot red face, meaning I’m seconds from being caught with my pants down—literally.
“What are you doing?”
My snapped tone stops Lennox in his tracks better than my boardshorts and panties huddled mere inches from his feet. “Getting the aloe vera gel for you. You must have a reflective burn from your Kindle screen.”
“It’s fine. I don’t need it. I’m not burned.” This is usually the time I’d march him to the door with the tenacity of a bull shark, but since I am without pantsandpanties, I’ll have to resort to words. “You also don’t want to be late. Coach makes you drop and give him fifty for two seconds of tardiness.”
“It’s fine. Coach can wait.”
“No!” I shout, but it comes too late.
He’s already yanked open the drawer.
I wait for him to badger me about finally relenting to his multiple suggestions for me to self-pleasure. If I were holding my breath for that to occur, I’d be dead by now. He doesn’t say anything.
Not a single word.
All he does is dig the bottle of aloe vera gel out from beneath Lelo, place it next to my still shuddering thigh, then he mouths a goodbye before he leaves our room as briskly as he entered it.
10
Lennox
Walk the fuck away, Lennox. This isn’t your mound to dominate.
I lean my head onto the door of the hotel room I share with Summer, aware I just trampled all over her personal space but too worked up to care. My cock—fuck.If it gets any harder, I’m going to give new meaning to the word batter.
I’ve been struggling to keep it in check the past twenty-plus days, but today’s prolonged wade through murky waters is bound to make matters worse. I knew I was skating on thin ice when I lubed Summer up with sunscreen the first morning we spent at the beach, but I convinced myself it would be fine. We’ve been friends for years, so I don’t look at her the way my dick constantly implies.
In case you’re wondering, I made a liar out of myself that day even quicker than I did in her childhood bedroom. I love the way goosebumps follow the trek of my hands when I roll them over her shoulders and the parting of her lips when my fingers dip below her collarbone. So much so, I’ve skated across the same patch of ice every day for the past three weeks. It is extremely thin. I’m going to fall through at any moment, even more so since I heard my name leave Summer’s lips in a breathless moan a mere second after I entered our room.
Riling Summer is nothing out of the ordinary for me. I’ve done it more times than I’ve complimented her the past three years, but none of the thoughts that bombarded me when I stared down at the gift Indigo purchased for her were of the teasing kind. They were crude, graphic, and very much above the PG rating you’re meant to reserve for your best friend.
None of our interactions the past three years have had this amount of edginess associated with them. I want to say things changed because we’re spending so much time together, but that would be a copout. I developed a crush on my best friendbeforeshe was my friend, but since I have to place our friendship above my dick’s inability to realize how much is at stake, I’ll never pass on that information to Summer.
It’s better for us to remain friends. I can’t hurt her if I keep my needs out of the equation. So, with that in mind, I breathe out some of the heat bubbling in my veins, then spin away from the room that could irrevocably change who I am even more than an unexpected coffee date at Books N Bites.
Like a soft cock who’s never had his dick sucked, I knock on my room’s door instead of barging in like I own the place as I did only hours ago. I haven’t stopped playing the image of Summer splayed across our bed all day. It made training real fucking hard, and I don’t just mean figuratively.
“Is it safe to enter?”
“Yes,” Summer replies, her tone a mix of relief and worry. “But I am warning you, I’m notexactlydecent.”
The stern talking to I gave my dick four hours ago is a thing of the past when her confession doubles the lengths of my strides instead of halving them. I enter our room at the speed of light, my eyes moving as fast as my feet.
When I fail to find Summer entertaining herself on the mattress, I drag my eyes across the room. My throat becomes scratchy when I learn the reason for her comment. As discussed, she purchased a new swimsuit, but she didn’t go for the frumpy one-piece I tried to veer her toward last week. She chose the racy red number Desiree pointed out, and it fits her like a fucking glove.
“Wow.” I breathe out, unable to hold back my awe for a second longer. “You look…”
“Stupid? Hideous? Like I’m trying to pretend grease monkeys didn’t raise me?” Summer fills in when words elude me. “After…you know… I decided to splurge to cheer myself up, but now I feel like a reject.”
“A fucking hot reject,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. “But are you sure you want to wearthatin public?” I’m not afraid she’ll get burned. I amsolelyconcerned about explaining my constant state of erection to the people surrounding us. The morning wood I wake up with is easily excused since I’m a man in his prime, but my teammates will never let me live down my dick popping up at random times like it did when I went through puberty. Holden was already eyeing me weirdly when I tried to slip off the daybed without poking someone’s eye out with my cock. “You could get burned, and…”
When my brain fails me for the second time, Summer spins around to gauge my true response. I’ve never classed myself a lucky man until now. She looks hot enough to melt Antarctica, but no woman, not even one entirely comfortable in her own skin, would want to be seen in public with what she’s got going on in the bottom half of her two-piece.
