Summer Temptation (Hot in the Hamptons Book 2)

by Wendy S. Marcus

I appreciated that. “Thank you for your restraint.”

  “It wasn’t easy.”

  “I’m proud of you.”

  His smile grew. “I’m proud of me, too.”

  ‘You show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ may not have worked as foreplay for me, but rubbing lotion on Nick’s bare back sure did. He stood before me as my moistened hands caressed him, his muscles defined, his shoulders rounded, his skin warm and smooth and tan. I rubbed up to his neck, down to his low back, up his sides, an activity I’d have been happy to perform all day. All too soon he said, “I think I’m done.”

  Well, I didn’t think so, mostly because I didn’t feel done. But okay. I forced myself to stop.

  He spun around to face me, taking the lotion from my hand. “Now it’s your turn.” He seemed rather eager to get started.

  The moment of truth had arrived. I put my hands on the hem of my pool cover-up, inhaled a fortifying breath, and lifted it over my head, tossing it onto a lounge chair.

  At first I couldn’t look at Nick. Well, I could have, but I didn’t want to. Instead, I busied myself looking everywhere but. Then the silence got to me. So I dared a peek. He stood there, staring at me with an odd look on his face.

  I glanced down. Boobs were covered, bottoms in place. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling on display and uncomfortable because of it.

  “You’re…”

  His eyes dropped to my lower abdomen. Feeling self-conscious, my hands went down there to hide it from view. I shouldn’t have eaten those potato chips last night. This morning I’d woken up bloated and gross, and this was a mistake. I grabbed for my cover-up.

  “Don’t.” Nick got there first.

  “Hasn’t anyone told you it’s impolite to stare?” I tried to yank my clothing out from under his hand.

  He held on tight. “I’m sorry. It’s just…you’re stunning,” he said, looking down the length of my legs.

  Okay. He could keep the cover-up. “Thank you. But—”

  Before I could finish, he said, “I think we both need to cool off.” And he pushed me into the pool!

  Nick

  We had to cool off? More like I had to cool off. I threw myself into the pool after Leigh, hitting the cold water, welcoming the shock of it.

  What the hell was wrong with me? I swam up to the surface. She’d asked me to tone it down, and I’d had every intention of doing just that. But then I’d felt her soft hands on my heated skin and saw her exquisite, almost nude body, those full breasts, just the way I like them, that thin waist and curvy thighs. Man oh man. My cock had developed a mind of its own and refused to abide to my ‘tone it down’ plan.

  A few more seconds and Leigh would have gotten a very real, very large indication of my attraction. No words necessary.

  “What the heck?” she said, popping up to tread water a few feet in front of me, the floppy straw hat she’d been wearing floating beside her.

  I braced for the harsh words and anger sure to follow my impulsive, idiotic move. You ruined my hair…my makeup...my hat. I could have jumped in by myself, but nooo. I had to push Leigh in ahead of me. Idiot.

  “I’ll buy you a new hat,” I said stupidly.

  “That hat is an Octavio Florio Delgado original. It cost five thousand dollars.”

  “Five thousand dollars?” I plucked it out of the water and swam it over to the deck. “Are you kidding me?”

  “Yes.” A huge splash of water hit me in the back of the head. What the…? I turned to Leigh and wham! In came another one. I wiped my eyes and opened them to see her…smiling.

  “You’re going to pay for that,” she said, splashing me again.

  “Oh I am, am I?” Now I was smiling too.

  “Yes.” Splash. “You are.”

  I made a move toward her, and she dove under the water. The battle was on.

  Something pulled at the bottom of my bathing suit. Not something, some-one. And I knew exactly who. I had half a mind to let her yank it clean off. Only right then I felt more like playing. So I dove under the water too…at the same time she came up for air.

  A simple tug was all it took to untie her tiny top.

  I resurfaced to hear her laughing. “You did not just do that.” Treading water, she had her hand holding her bikini in place.

  “I most certainly did.” I smiled, enjoying myself immensely. When was the last time I’d played around in a pool? So long ago I couldn’t remember. “What are you going to do about it?”

  She quickly re-tied her top and swam toward me with a determined look on her face. A few seconds later she had me in a headlock, her bikini-covered boob smushed into my eye, and she was trying to dunk me. Really?

  No one, and I mean no one, bested me in a pool wrestling match…ever.

  I had to admit, she was a wily thing, wrapping her legs around me, tightly, and holding on to the point I couldn’t shake her loose. Ouch! My nipple. She fought dirty. “No pinching.”

  “No promises,” was all she said in between her laughing.

  So I dunked us both. While we were down there, I untied her bikini top, again, along with one of her bottom strings, too. What the hell. She’d started it.

  Ouch! She pinched me again. Then she swam away.

  I followed, with my eyes open, watching her underwater.

  Down at the shallow end she stood, only her head above the water, one hand covering her top, the other holding her bottom together.

  I resurfaced a distance away, giving her some space.

  “Time out,” she said.

  That made me laugh. “Time out? What are we? Twelve?” It kind of felt like we were, and I kind of liked it.

  She smiled. “I need a minute to get my bikini back under control.”

  Even though I preferred it the way it was, being the gentleman I am, I offered my assistance. “You need some help with that?”

  She glared at me, but it was a playful glare. “No. I’ve got it.” She turned her back to me and opted to fix her bottoms first. I used the opportunity of her distraction to very quietly and carefully swim closer.

  Apparently not quietly or carefully enough because she caught me. “Stop.”

  I didn’t. “Let me help you.” I moved in behind her. “We want to make sure it’s tied good and tight so that doesn’t happen again.” I took a string in each hand, holding them beneath her shoulder blades.

  She glanced over her shoulder at me. “Yes. We do.”

  I’d gone over there intending to help. Really. But standing so close to her, something in my brain short-circuited. That’s the only explanation I could come up with to explain why my hands were suddenly touching her, pulling her close, skin to skin.

  Maybe something had short-circuited in her brain, too, because she let me, even going so far as to rest her head back on my shoulder.

  I took it slow, not wanting to spook her, when going slow was the last thing I wanted. I smoothed my hands down her sides, over the indentation of her waist, to her hips.

  “Don’t.” She stopped me at the ties to her bottom.

  “I won’t.” Not yet.

  My hands took a different route back, over her stomach. I felt her tighten her abs and smiled. “You’re perfect.”

  “Far from it.”

  Close enough for me.

  I reached her ribs and kept on going…beneath her bikini top, to the undersides of her breasts, round and full. I closed my eyes so nothing would distract me from the pure joy of feeling her for the very first time. I slid my hands forward, just a bit, and pinched each nipple, much gentler than she’d pinched mine a few minutes ago.

  She let out a breath. “That feels nice.”

  Yes, it did. I pinched them again, a little harder.

  She moaned and ground her butt back into me, and the tenuous hold I’d had on my self-control threatened to snap. I held it together…barely, sending one hand lower, between her legs. I stayed on the outside of her bathing suit, but moved my hand with purpose, touching her the way women l
iked to be touched down there.

  “That feels so good.” As she moved against my hand, her butt rubbed along my erection.

  If she kept it up, we’d both come without me ever getting inside of her.

  Ladies first.

  When she rocked her hips back, I positioned my hand to skillfully slip beneath her bikini bottom on the upswing. It worked like a charm. I’d expected her to stiffen or stop me. She did neither.

  “Okay?” I asked, my fingers moving through her short hair, dipping between her moist lips, along her wet heat, until I reached her opening.

  “Yes,” she said, breathless.

  I slid inside.

  “More,” she whispered.

  I added another finger, plunging deep. She squeezed them tight.

  “I want you,” I whispered in her ear. So fucking bad my cock ached. I swirled my hand, spreading her juices, then I pushed back in, with three fingers that time.

  “I want you, too,” she said, surprising me when she turned around, threw her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She kissed me, honest to God, like I’d never been kissed before…with such passion…such desire.

  “Hold on tight.”

  She did.

  I carried her out of the water and over to an inflatable pool lounger lying in the corner of the massive deck. Bushes blocked its view from the neighbors. Three recliner chairs made it difficult to see from the pool. Yet somehow I’d spotted it earlier. Lucky me.

  To protect her delicate skin, I grabbed a towel and threw it down to cover the plastic. Then I set her on her back.

  “You’ll need a—” She moved the towel around.

  “I know.” I reached into my pocket for the condom I’d stored there this morning. Just in case.

  She undid the tie at her neck and flung the top away, her breasts an absolute vision of loveliness. “Even though I might—”

  “I know.” I knelt down, holding up the condom.

  “Oh.” She slid out of her bottoms, her hair even redder down there. “Good.” She looked up at me. “Well, come on then.”

  I smiled, my hands going to the drawstring of my shorts. “In a hurry, are we?”

  “If you’d rather not…”

  She tried to roll off the float, but I tackled her. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “I changed my mind.”

  I slid down and licked her nipple. “Give me a minute to change it back.” I sucked hard, while shifting to the side so I could slide two fingers deep inside of her. Still so wet, she hadn’t changed her mind at all.

  She bent one knee and dropped it to the side, rocking her hips into my touch.

  On the end of a moan, she said, “That feels good.”

  Unable to wait a second longer, I lifted to my knees.

  Leigh went up on her elbows to watch as I lowered my shorts, not doing a thing to hide her blatant perusal of my package. “You like?” I ripped open the condom wrapper.

  She nodded. “Very much.”

  I swelled even more. Condom on, I settled myself on top of her, naked skin to naked skin. “God, you feel amazing.”

  She opened her legs even wider.

  Even better.

  Cock in hand, I rubbed the tip up and down along her slit, dipping inside, just a bit, before retracing my path.

  Leigh thrust her hips in invitation.

  I stayed my course, over and over, waiting…

  “Please,” she said, her fingernails digging into my ass.

  I gave her what we both wanted, driving deep, again and again. She met each thrust with one of her own. Fuck. Me. She felt so wet, so hot, so unbelievably good, my balls started to tingle. Too soon.

  I wasn’t going to last.

  Shifting up, I slowed things down, angling my hips, making sure to hit her clit every time I moved.

  “Ooohhh.” She moaned. “I like that.”

  Good. I did, too.

  She moaned again, lifting her knees, arms and legs holding me tight. “So good.” She pumped her hips. “Don’t stop.”

  A category five hurricane couldn’t stop me. I was too far gone, pounding into her, my moans mingling with hers. I was going to come, couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to stop it. “Please tell me you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready.”

  To make sure, I slid a finger between us, giving her some extra attention.

  “Oh God. Keep doing that. Don’t stop.”

  I didn’t stop.

  “Nick. Oh, Nick.” She stiffened, straining out her release.

  “Right here, baby. Let me have it. All of it.” I kept on moving, in and out, my own orgasm building, strengthening, until holy fucking shit…

  The world stopped. Time stopped. My heart stopped…okay, no they didn’t, but they could have, as far as I was concerned…at least for a few seconds. My body completely spent, I collapsed on top of Leigh, sweating, practically gasping for breath. “So fucking good.”

  She hugged me and kissed the side of my head as I succumbed to the aftermath of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

  At some point Leigh tried to slide out from under me. “Wait.” I grabbed the condom and pulled out of her.

  She turned away, reaching for her clothes, not looking at me.

  Not good.

  “Hey,” I said. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m not…” She shrugged. “I don’t usually…”

  “Listen, you showed me yours and I showed you mine. We just had us some extremely hot, extremely satisfying sex. No regrets.” I leaned in and kissed her lower back. “No nerves. No embarrassment. Got it?”

  She flashed me a little smile and nodded. “We did just have us some extremely hot, extremely satisfying sex, didn’t we?” She looked rather proud of that fact.

  “We most certainly did.” I found my shorts and slipped them on. “Now point me to the bathroom.”

  “Inside to the left, just after the kitchen.”

  I walked in that direction. “When I come back, it’s my turn to lotion you up,” I said over my shoulder. “You’re starting to turn pink.”

  On my way past my bag, I grabbed another condom, in anticipation of round two.

  Leigh

  Toward the end of our third week together, Nick got us into a charming restaurant with stunning views of Sag Harbor Bay. “I love looking at the water.” Always had, ever since I was a child. “It’s so relaxing.”

  “You’ve never been here during a hurricane,” Nick said, buttering a roll.

  My stomach tightened at the thought of all that water churning about. I tore a roll in half and took a bite. “I’m sorry about yesterday,” when I’d thrown up over the side of the boat that’d taken us out for parasailing.

  Nick reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Like I told you then, it’s no big deal. I’ve gone parasailing before, and I’ll go parasailing again.”

  Pretty sure the five other people on board hadn’t felt the same way. “Thank you.” I wasn’t typically prone to motion sickness, although I had suffered the occasional roller coaster-induced nausea in the past. Up until yesterday, boating had never bothered me. Not a good sign.

  A cute little blond waitress’s arrival at our table stopped my thoughts from plummeting into pregnancy paranoia. “My name’s Ashley. I’ll be your server this evening. Can I start you off with a drink?”

  If only. “Just water for me,” I told her.

  She turned to Nick.

  “Water for me, too.”

  When she left, I said, “Just because I’m not drinking alcohol doesn’t mean you can’t. I’m happy to serve as your designated driver.”

  “Take it as a compliment.” He set down his roll. “Lately, before the summer, that is, most of my dates have required a pre-pickup beer primer and a two-drink minimum for me to tolerate them through dinner. But with you,” he leaned in, resting one elbow on the table, “no alcohol buzz required for me to enjoy your company.”

  He had a way of warming me down to my soul.
I smiled. “Thank you.” This time I reached for his hand, but rather than squeezing it, I held on. “I enjoy spending time with you, too. No alcohol buzz required for me, either.” Which was a good thing, considering…

  He smiled back. “Last night, while you were out with your friends, I told Murphy I got laid off.”

  I’d been wondering about that. “How’d it go?”

  “He’s gone into crisis mode. Starting today, we’re economizing.” Nick took a sip of water. “He’s clipping coupons and wants to start planning meals around weekly specials at the grocery store. Do you know what’s on sale this week? Rump roast. What the hell is a rump roast? The name doesn’t generate a nice visual, I’ll tell you that.”

  I laughed.

  “And he’s considering exchanging all the light bulbs in the house for energy saving sixty watt bulbs and cutting back to basic cable.”

  “Oh the horror,” I teased.

  “Desperate times,” Nick teased back. “Even though I have assured him we are far from desperate. Today he rallied his friends for an emergency meeting at the house. Before I left I heard talk of a multi-family yard sale, to be held in the parking lot of the senior center, to give each of them a chance to raise some money. Someone’s got a son who owns a hot dog cart. Someone’s granddaughter can do face painting. There’s going to be kettle corn and a blow up slide for the kids.”

  “I think it’s a wonderful idea. It’ll give him something to do.”

  “Give him something to do?” Nick stared at me. “Who do you think is going to wind up crawling around in the attic? Me. Who do you think is going to have to drag stuff up from the basement? Me. Who do you think is going to have to haul all of Murphy’s junk to the senior center? Me.”

  “You’re a good grandson.” I patted his hand.

  “Not really,” he said, shifting his gaze to my lips. “All I want to do is ditch the old man so I can spend all of my time with you.” He reached out to where I sat on his left, cupped the back of my neck, and tugged me close. His mouth touching my ear, he whispered, “Alone.” He let out a hot, moist breath that shot tingles throughout my body. “Preferably naked.”

  Sometimes his words warmed me down to my soul. Other times, they warmed other places. Since our first time together, I’d started to crave Nick’s touch. I loved the closeness we’d shared, more than once, and wanted more of it. At this point, the mere mention of ‘preferably naked,’ in that sexy tone of his, had me ready to actually get naked, with him, someplace more private. “Do you think we can get our meals to go?”