I know what she wants to say...that she wasn’t trying to make the Barbie doll more like her, but when we’re kids we all do things like that. It’s why boys wear uniforms of their favorite athletes and pretend to be James Bond with their cap guns or other toys. I mean I pretended to be the Incredible Hulk once and I flexed my muscles so hard during the opening credits to that show that I fell off the arm of the couch and fractured my arm. A little girl wanting her doll to more closely resemble her is kind of cool if you ask me, but I couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease her about it.
She quickly turns back forward and crosses her arms underneath her chest and lifts them propping up her amazing breasts even more. She tucks her feet up and underneath her making her so small I could pick her up with one hand and lift her right off that seat and into my lap…and do I ever want to.
She exhales hard overselling her fake frustration.
“I need time to pack.”
The heel of my right hand presses hard into the steering wheel up and to the left as we make a sharp U-turn sending her sideways in her seat.
“In a hurry?” she asks.
“I’ve already waited way too long…you know it and so do I.”
CHAPTER 4
Summer
What was supposed to be Sebastian picking me up and taking me to a coffee shop to go over some design ideas has turned into me having thoughts of designing a life together with him.
I don’t know what’s gotten into him after all these years, but I sure do like it.
I just wonder how my brother’s going to like it when he comes for a visit soon. He moved to New Orleans for work, but is coming for a week’s vacation any day now. He wanted to drive Route 66 so we’re not exactly sure when he’ll arrive. He’s got two weeks off in total and plans on spending a full week here…at Sebastian’s summer beach house.
I say summer beach house, because at the moment Sebastian has an apartment in addition to this place. But I can’t see him wanting to live in that apartment full-time once the house is complete, or even at all starting right now knowing that he’s going to put so much of his time into renovating the beach house. Plus, what would be the point of going back to that apartment, especially with this far superior house just across town? And this place is on the water with an ocean view. As a matter of fact I’m not even sure if he’s living in that apartment anymore.
And I also didn’t see the point in telling him my roommate was gay. There was something about watching how jealous he immediately became when he saw I was living with another guy. I thought his pink shorts and perfectly moussed hair would have given away the fact that Jonathan had no interest in me whatsoever, but what was obvious to me, and I’d expect most other people, went right over Sebastian’s head.
Just the fact that there was a guy living with me was enough to set him off. And in doing so it set off a weather advisory in my panties as in an immediate precipitation warning…a downpour…and a chance of flooding if I wasn’t careful.
I got wet instantly at his possessiveness and jealousy. Watching his body language and words just become so aggressive like that was more of a turn on that I’d like to admit. And it’s also one of the reasons there was no way I could refuse his invitation even though there’s a chance I could get my heart broken.
I don’t know if he’s trying or not, but my hopes are definitely getting up, and I’m afraid what might happen if they come crashing down.
But the good thing is that things are moving so quickly I don’t have time to think at all…about anything.
“Hungry?” Sebastian asks as he comes in from outside as the sun sets over the ocean.
“Starving. I haven’t eaten all day,” I say, wanting to ask if his body is on the menu.
“Let me shower real quick and we can grab some burritos.”
“Yum,” I say.
“You like guac?”
“Love it.”
“I know just the place then.” He looks up at the antique clock on the wall. “And we’ll get there just in time for happy hour. Two for one Mexican beers.”
My eyebrows perk up.
“If you’re old enough to drink that is.” He flashes me a panty-wetting smirk and I’m glad I did laundry two days ago. At the rate this man is turning me on I’m going to be out of clean underwear soon.
“I’m not a little girl anymore,” I say.
“I noticed,” he says as his eyes run over me from head to toe, lingering on my hips and breasts.
“You’re having the chicken burrito aren’t you?” I ask.
“How’d you know?”
“Because breasts and thighs seem to be on your mind.” What’s gotten into me? And what’s up with this banter.
“Those thoughts are a recent development…very recent,” he says checking me out blatantly again.
He turns and walks toward the shower and as he does he reaches down and pulls his shirt up and over his head.
I feel my teeth come down hard on my lower lips and my eyes narrow as I take in the sight of his thick suddenly exposed back muscles and the width of his shoulders. He’s so huge that and just being in his presence makes me feel small and feminine.
But just how huge is he everywhere?
Oh how I’d like to be a fly on the wall of that shower, especially when I hear his belt unbuckle and the denim slide along his legs.
Did he even close the bathroom door?
Part of me wants to look and part of me knows it’s not right.
The side of my shoulder with the devil camped out on it wins out over the side with good reason and I quietly slide my feet along the wood flooring trying not to make any noise.
The bathroom door is closed, but not all the way. I can see the shower water coming from the head, but there’s a curtain in place where I know he wants to install a frosted door.
We already began tossing around some design ideas, but we didn’t toss around any ideas about me testing out his shower with him.
And that’s exactly what’s on my mind right now.
I take another step closer wondering if this is really a good idea. What if he rebuffs me? Every minute that’s gone by since I saw him again makes that seem like less of a possibility, but still…I’m not sure.
His signals are not mixed at all, but he hasn’t come right out and said anything or done anything that’s just so over the top that it leaves me no room for doubt.
Then again his two episodes of jealousy, and I’ve never seen him act jealous before in my life…especially in regards to another guy, are pretty strong indicators of where his head’s at right now.
But should I let his other head, the one that seems to be controlling his thinking at the moment, enter me for the first time in his shower?
I’ve been saving myself for him and now that it seems like there’s actually a chance of it happening, I want it to be special.
This doesn’t seem so special. Exciting and memorable? Definitely. Romantic and a precious memory? Unlikely.
But before I can decide what to do I hear the water shut off and I scurry back towards the area I was standing.
“Summer? You there,” he asks.
“Yes,” I say when I get back so he doesn’t think I was creeping on him.
“I forgot a towel. Can you grab me one and hand it in?”
“Uh…yeah. Sure. Where are they?”
“In the other bathroom.”
“Which bathroom?”
“The ones the kids will use.”
I close my eyes and wonder what this guy is trying to do to me. He’s taking my mind and my ovaries to a place the two of them have never been before…and certainly not at the same time.
“And where might that be?”
“Next to the nursery.”
“Of course it is,” I say under my breath. I search the house thinking this might be a joke until I see a room that does appear to be a perfect setup for a nursery. It needs some work and a whole lot of design, but the layout makes sense.
And the crib in the corner leaves little doubt.
“Where did this crib come from?” I ask, not remembering it from earlier.
“I saw it in the closet a couple days ago, but didn’t see any use for it…until now.”
“Right,” I say softly.
“See the towels?”
I find the bathroom and the towels. Of course they’re all a pristine bleached white color, my favorite color on a guy.
“You want the one that says his or hers?” I joke.
“I want the his, but I want her.”
“Her who?”
“The keeper of the his and hers towels.”
“Who’s that?”
“Well, like they told me at the property title company,” he says as I move closer to the bathroom. “Possession is nine tenths of the law.”
“They told you that?” I ask.
“If they didn’t they should have,” he says as I reach the bathroom door, wondering what I’m going to see this time. It’s still cracked, but I can see his head is hanging out from around the side of the curtain.
“I see you peeking,” he says.
“I was not!” I say.
“Oh, so you were peeking earlier then too.”
“No!”
“Got ya.”
“The only thing you can get is your own towel, I say setting them on the small table just outside the bathroom door.”
“If that’s what you want,” he says and I hear the curtain rings slide along the rod and wish I was the one sliding along his rod.
“No wait,” I say realizing I’m about to get a view of the full monty.
“You don’t want to see it?”
“I…let me bring it in to you.”
“So you do want to see.”
“I never said that! Uh!” I set the towel on the table and storm off.
I hear his wet footsteps on the floor and listen to the pause and then them heading in the other direction, as I keep my head turned in the opposite direction.
But when I hear his cadence stop and then start again I know his back will be turned again…which gives me just enough time to spin around and catch a view of his bare backside, and what a backside it is.
I bite my fist and wonder how in the heck I’m going to survive living here.
And how much time until my brother shows up without notice to totally wreck my life…as if it’s not on a collision course for disaster already.
CHAPTER 5
Sebastian
“So what now…roomie?” Summer asks as we get back to the summer house.
“Roomie, huh?”
I wanted to talk to Sean first. I needed to talk to Sean first before anything went down between us. He’s like a brother to me and I don’t want him to be blindsided by the news of the two of us and think were sneaking around or we planned this or something.
I’m trying to maintain mental control of the situation, but I’m failing fast. I tell myself a life together with Summer will be long and incredible, and I should be happy to wait a few days until Sean shows up so we can speak man to man first…but I doubt I’m going to be able to make it that long.
Not after the dinner we just had. We just grabbed a burrito at some taco shack a block from the ocean right on Pacific Coast Highway. It was perfect. No frills. No big corporate chain. Nothing fancy or elaborate.
Just a simple spot with great food and the greatest dinner companion I could have ever hoped for.
This time last night I was eating tuna out of a can as I stood in my kitchen. And I washed it down with some tap water and then broke off a handful of lettuce, folded it in two, and jammed it into my mouth so I could say I ate a vegetable. That’s how my life has been for years.
Everything is utilitarian. The way I dress. The way I eat. The way I live.
Everything serves a purpose. Everything is mission oriented. There’s nothing that involves pleasure or actually living like a happy human being.
Until her.
Tonight was burritos and beer and even dessert.
Watching her lips move as she spoke at dinner was as big of a turn on as the words coming out of them.
The way she outlined more of her plans for my place. Even her sense of humor. “Well, we’ll probably look for some additional information from Architectural Digest and not Elle Decor,” she said. I’ve never heard of Elle Decor before, and I don’t speak French or whatever language it’s from, but I do know Elle means girl or woman or something like that. And even though I’ve “hired” the most beautiful woman in the world to design the interior of my place I’m glad to know she’s got my interests in mind.
But we need to talk about that.
Because now I want this place to be our home. I want her to have an equal say.
I want her to know this place needs to be just as comfortable and feel just as much like home for her as it’s going to for me.
Because it is her home…already.
Which leads me back to her roommate comment.
“Well, we are living under the same roof…in different rooms.”
“For now,” I say. “Or not.”
“Sebastian, what’s gotten into you? Out with it.”
Or more accurately into it. As in how bad I want to get into her and fill her so full of my seed that she’s guaranteed to get pregnant from our first time together. A first time that needs to happen soon.
Damn, Sean, where are you when I need you most? When I need to tell you the most important thing I ever have. When I need to explain to you that we’re not just “brothers” anymore in the way that we refer to each other, but that we need to be brothers-in-law.
“Tomorrow I’m going to show you, Summer. I’m going to show you what I really think of you. Let you see with your own eyes just how special you are to me.”
I move in closer and I can feel the heat from her body. We’ve both had a couple drinks, but in no way is that an excuse for my words or my behavior. We may be feeling good right about now, but it has nothing to do with how I want us both to feel so great when the two of us connect as one.
But the beers do make it that much harder to resist that moment from happening right now.
But I mean my words. I’m going to do something special for her because she deserves it and I have just the plan.
“Tomorrow?” she says.
“I’d show you right now, but you deserve more than what I have prepared, because I haven’t prepared. Because I wasn’t ready for this.”
“Ready for…what?”
“What’s happening between us,” I say gently running the pad of my thumb along her cheek, but staring at those full lips of hers.
“What is happening between us?” she says, but her body betrays her question as she takes a knowing step closer.
“You know how much I want to put nothing between us right now? How I want to pull your body in closer to mine…bring you so close I can feel your heartbeat. Scratch that…feel you heart race because of what I’m doing to you and what you’re doing to me.”
“Uh huh,” she moans.
“But we have to wait until tomorrow,” I say taking a step back for the first time in my life. I always go for what I want and I will. I can’t lead her on anymore…there’s nothing worse. And I can’t torture myself like this either.
Not when I know at this time tomorrow we won’t have to hold out.
When she’ll be ready for what I have to give her and how I’m so ready right now for what she has to give me.
Her arm reaches out to me trying to replace the absence my thumb on her cheek left…to bring us back together from the space I’ve created. The space I hate right now and I don’t want anymore between us.
“I have to tell you something,” she says.
I nod.
“I’ve wanted you for a long, long time. I never knew this…us…could happen. I honestly thought today when I was coming over here to look at your place that it was just that. I hoped for more so much, bu
t I tried not to get my hopes up. I even told myself I wasn’t hoping but I can’t lie to myself. I was. I always was.”
Hearing these words tears me to shreds…makes me wonder why this didn’t happen so much sooner.
“All those years and now we’re finally this close.”
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