I get up, grab some clothes, then head to the bathroom. As I’m in the shower, I can’t help but think about last night. I can still remember what her tight, wet pussy felt like around my cock.
My dick starts to harden, so I reach down and give it a few slow strokes. Jesus, I wish she were here with me right now.
“Five minutes!” Royce yells from the other side of the bathroom door.
“Fuck off!”
I stop fucking around and finish my shower. Knowing I’ll be around Midge all day with the memories of last night still fresh in my head, I’m sure my cock will have a hard time staying soft.
When I turn off the shower, I quickly come to realize that there aren’t any towels in here. I search through the cabinets, but only find washcloths and different kinds of soap.
With a grin, I grab my phone from the back of the toilet and text Midge.
Cillian: Hey, there aren’t any towels in here.
Midge: Oh, sorry. I thought I had put some in there. One second.
A minute later there’s a knock on the door. Still fully naked, and dripping wet, I crack the door open just enough to reveal half my body.
“Oh. I didn’t realize you had already showered,” Midge says, looking up and away while she shoves a stack of towels at me through the door.
I chuckle as I pull the door open a little wider in order to take them from her. “Royce has been rushing me. Something about the girls getting stabby soon if they don’t eat.”
She laughs, still refusing to look at me. “Oh. Well, here you go.”
“Hey,” I say, resting my hand on top of hers as I grab the stack of towels. “Look at me.”
Midge turns her head and looks into my eyes. “What’s up?”
“You good?”
She nods. “I’m good.”
“About last night?”
“Last night was good,” she answers with a smile.
“We good?”
Her smile widens as she nods. “We’re good.”
“Okay. I’ll hurry up then.”
“Yeah, do that,” she says before spinning around and walking away.
After I’m dry, I throw on a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirt, then slip on my black boots and head into the living room.
“Fucking finally,” Royce says.
I flip him off. “Sorry, everybody else.”
Everyone laughs, and I don’t notice London looking at me any differently, so maybe Midge decided to keep what we did to herself. Until I talk to her again, I won’t tell Royce either. Honestly, I don’t want to hear his shit.
“Okay, we’re going to this nice little place about a block away. They serve breakfast all day, but they have a bunch of shit to choose from,” Midge says, swiping her purse from the counter.
Outside, the wind blows just enough to keep you cool under the bright rays of the sun. We left through the front door, so I still haven’t seen the lake. Midge told me that the back of the property backs up to the water.
I glance over my shoulder to take a quick look at the front of the house I’ll be painting. I was expecting a quaint cottage-type house, and though this house appears to have been here a while, it’s fairly big. I can definitely see families coming here for the summers and having a good time.
On the right of the pale blue house, is a cluster of large trees that creates plenty of shade. The front yard is perfectly manicured with bushes and pink and red flowers blooming in the garden area.
“You comin’?” Midge asks, the only one of the group who hung back.
“Yeah, sorry. Just tryin’ to get a look at the place.”
“The back is what sells this place,” she says with a smile. “I’ll show you when we get back.”
“Cool. Yeah, I still haven’t even seen everything inside.”
“It’s a nice place. My grandparents have upgraded a few things over the years.”
We stay a good ten feet behind everyone and talk like we didn’t just have sex twelve hours ago. Everything seems normal, so that’s good.
“I expected it to be louder around here,” I say with a laugh. “You know, lots of kids running rampant.”
Midge giggles. “Not around here. Not too much anyway. Marblehead has less than a thousand people. Tourists, retirees, but it’s not a huge party place. You’ll definitely have some peace, especially when we all leave,” she says, angling her head over her shoulder with a grin.
“I’ll make sure to enjoy the company while I can then,” I say, returning the smile.
We watch each other for a little while before she turns her head. “Oh, you have to go to the lighthouse. And there’s a couple galleries here, too. One has some beautiful blown glass, and they offer classes. There’s some fantastic oil paintings of the lake and the lighthouse.” She shrugs. “You might be interested.”
“Yeah, for sure. I’ll check it out.”
The group up ahead stops and looks back at us. “This it?” Jon asks, pointing to a restaurant.
“Yeah,” Midge replies.
Once inside the somewhat small and outdated restaurant, the waitress seats us after pushing two square tables together. We all take a few minutes to decide what we want, and about twenty minutes later we’re all scarfing down a variety of cheeseburgers, seafood, and fried chicken.
“You guys have to try their donuts,” Midge says. “They are the best!”
“I’m already eyeing a piece of pie,” London says.
“No! Donuts!” she reiterates. “They’re famous for them.”
“Fine, I’ll try some donuts,” London says with a laugh. “Psycho.”
“So, did everyone have a good time last night?” Royce asks, looking at everyone with a smile on his face like he knows what everyone did.
“We did,” Jon says quietly, knocking his shoulder into Daniel’s. Daniel smiles in response.
London rolls her eyes playfully, and me and Midge take a quick glance at each other before taking a bite of our food.
“Oh yeah, it was fun,” Midge mumbles around her food.
“I haven’t drunk that much in a while,” I say. “We doin’ the same thing tonight?”
While the question is aimed at the whole group, I make sure to look across the table at Midge when I ask it, then I glance around at everyone else.
Midge coughs, then takes a sip of her Coke, but a flush crawls up her cheeks.
“Ooh! We could have a little bonfire out back, right?” Jon asks Midge. “Didn’t you say there was a little set up out there?”
She swallows down her drink. “Yeah, the back is made for entertaining.”
“And we can get in the water!” London squeals.
“That means no classy restaurant tonight,” Midge tells Jon.
Jon seems to contemplate this for a second. “I guess I prefer backyard drinking with you guys.”
“Guess you’re not as classy as you thought,” she jokes.
Jon fake flips his non-existent long hair then turns to talk to London excitedly about our plans for tonight. Royce and Daniel talk about taking a canoe out on the water, and I stop paying attention to their loud chatter and focus on Midge.
I nudge her foot under the table until she looks up at me. “Do we need to go to the store or anything? Get some food?”
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. We only bought drinks and small snacks yesterday. You’ll definitely need some food in the house. Plus, tonight we can cook on the grill.”
“You know how to grill?” I ask, raising a brow.
“You say that like it’s something hard to master. It’s cooking outdoors. Of course I can grill.”
I raise my hands in defeat. “All right, sorry. I’ll just supervise.”
She purses her lips at me. “Pft. I’ll put you to work.”
“Oh really?”
“Mmhmm. You’re not just gonna be sittin’ pretty while I do all the work.”
I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.”
She rolls her eyes while her lips c
url into a smile. She looks down at the rest of the table. “Donuts to go? I’ll probably order a couple dozen. Believe me, they’ll go fast.”
“Sounds good to me,” London says.
“What’re we up to next?” Daniel questions, looking at Midge.
“Umm. Well, me and Cill were just saying we need to go to the store for some food. I’m thinking we can grill for dinner, then just stay out back to drink and swim,” she says, looking at London. “But I can do that on my own. Y’all should go out to the beach or something.”
“We don’t wanna leave you behind,” London says with a frown.
Midge waves her off. “I’ve been here and done that a thousand times. I’ll be fine. You guys go enjoy it. I’ll get the food and make sure everything is marinating before we cook. Maybe even take a nap,” she says with a laugh. “Don’t worry about me.”
“You sure?” London asks.
“Positive.”
Once we’re paid up and Midge gets her donuts, we all start the walk back to the house so everyone can get in their swimsuits, and so Midge can get her car.
After Royce puts his swim trunks on, he comes into my room and throws a small, pink backpack on my bed.
“Cute.”
“Fuck off. It’s London’s.”
“Right. What’re we supposed to bring? Towels?”
“Jon and Daniel have the towels. London’s bringing snacks and sunscreen. So, just put on your trunks and let’s go.”
I go to the bathroom to take a piss and change, and come out to hear Midge yelling out her grocery list to see if anybody wants anything else.
“Oh crap, I think I need to get stuff for the grill, too. I’ll have to double check the garage, but I’m not sure if we have propane.”
“That’ll be pretty heavy,” I say, squeezing into the doorway next to Royce. “Plus, since I’m gonna be staying here, I’ll be needing more stuff, so I might as well just go with you. You shouldn’t have to carry all this shit on your own.”
“It’s really fine. They have carts, and I’m not as weak as my delicate frame may suggest,” she responds, resting her hand on her cocked hip.
“Right, of course,” I reply with a grin.
Everyone stands around looking at each other, not sure what to say.
“Cill will be here for another week, anyway. He doesn’t need to go to the beach with us,” Royce says, slapping me on the back and giving me a smile like he’s doing me a favor. “Just let him help you, Midge.”
“Seriously, I can do it,” she says, being stubborn.
“Okay. Well, I’ll just go to the store on my own then. Maybe I’ll see you there,” I say, turning back to the room so I can change back into my jeans.
Midge scoffs and London laughs. When I exit the bathroom dressed and ready to go, Royce is sitting on my bed with a stupid smile painted across his face.
“You and Midge will have some time together while we’re out.”
“We will be shopping and getting dinner ready for all of your asses.”
“I’m sure you’ll have some free time, though.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” I state, even though I’ve had a similar thought cross my mind. We’ll have the house to ourselves without the worry of being caught or heard if we decided we wanted round two.
“Whatever, man. I’m out. I’ll see ya later.”
“Yep. Have fun.”
He throws a grin over his shoulder as he walks through the door. “You too.”
After I grab my phone, wallet, and keys, I wander into the living room looking for Midge. I hear the screen door shut, so I dart toward it, and spot Midge sauntering down the walkway toward the driveway.
“Hey! Wait up!”
“I told you I can go by myself,” she replies, not looking back.
“And I told you I have to go to the store anyway. You’re just gonna let me get lost?”
She spins around, her hair flying in the wind. “Oh, come on.”
I grin and rush over to the passenger side. “Cool. Let’s go.”
She laughs. “You’re annoying.”
“You’re stubborn.”
She shrugs as she starts the car up. “Yep.”
14
Midge
We start our drive to the grocery store in comfortable silence. He gazes out the window, checking out the scenery, and I quietly hum along to a song playing through the speakers. We’re only five minutes away from the store when he speaks up.
“I haven’t told Royce.”
I stay silent for a couple seconds. “I haven’t told London either.”
“Why? Don’t girls tell each other everything?”
I shoot him a look. “Stereotypist much?”
“Uh, Royce told me a little story about you and London having full-on, detailed conversations about your sexual escapades.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. “So, boys talk too?”
“Touché.”
“Anyway, yes, usually I tell her about all my escapades. But I don’t know, this is different.”
He shifts in his seat, facing me. “How so?”
I tighten my grip on the wheel. “Uh, you’re Royce’s brother? We’re childhood friends? It has the potential to get messy. I don’t want her to know and start thinking one thing, then when shit dies off, everyone feels uncomfortable when we’re around. If they don’t know, they don’t get uncomfortable.”
He’s quiet for a little while. “Okay, so we don’t tell anybody.”
I pull into the parking lot and find a space up front. When I put the car in park, I turn my head and study him. He’s so damn good looking it makes no sense. His elbow is propped up near the window and his fingers rest against his temple as his dark eyes stare intently into mine.
“Deal. We won’t tell anybody what happened.”
His lips curl up on one end. “You say that like it was a one-time thing.”
My stomach flip flops and heat spreads across my chest. “Wasn’t it?”
He leans in, his hand coming to push a lock of hair away from my face. His tatted knuckles graze my cheekbone. “I have a feeling it could happen once or twice more.”
I bite down on my lip. “Just once or twice?”
His eyes flicker to my mouth before meeting my gaze again. “You yourself said this would die off.”
Guilt coils in my stomach. “Seems to be the case for me.”
He shrugs. “Every relationship ends until you find the right one.”
“I haven’t been in a relationship in a while, and I like it that way. I’m not about getting my heart stomped on.”
“I’m not in the business of stomping on hearts, so...”
“So this is what? Friends with benefits?”
He smiles. “Sure.”
“And we won’t tell anybody?”
“No, we don’t have to tell a single soul.”
“And we won’t let this ruin our friendship?”
“Definitely not.”
He leans closer, his lips a hairsbreadth from mine.
“And when things die off, no hard feelings?”
“No hard feelings.” He speaks the words against my mouth.
“Okay,” I breathe. “Those are the rules, then.” I lick my lips, grazing his in the process. “One more thing.”
“What’s that?” His lips ghost over mine when he talks.
“No falling in love.”
He smiles. “Good luck.”
Then he slides his tongue across my lips, parting them with ease. He swallows my moan as he delves deeper into my mouth, massaging my tongue with his. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me in closer, and his other hand squeezes my hip. I start getting too turned on to be in the front row of a parking lot at a grocery store, so I force myself to pull away.
“We’re not in the right place for that kind of kiss,” I say, out of breath.
“Then let’s hurry and get back to the house,” he answers with a mischievous grin, before leaning in
and planting another kiss on my lips.
He pushes the door open and steps out. Through the passenger window I notice him trying to be as inconspicuous as possible as he adjusts himself. I chuckle to myself before I get out of the car and start toward the store.
To make this a quick trip, we each get our own cart and split up to get what we need. Twenty minutes later we meet up at the registers and check out.
“What’dya get?” he asks, peeking into my cart.
“Hamburgers, hotdogs, and wings. Keepin’ it simple. I also got some chips and more stuff to drink. How about you? Get everything you need?” I glance into his cart and see a variety of food, some Gatorade and energy drinks, and a pack of condoms.
When I look back up at him, he’s already watching me with a grin. “I got all the important stuff.”
“Based on that box, looks like you’re planning on more than once or twice. You know I leave the day after tomorrow, right?”
“Do you think you can only have sex once a day or something?”
I playfully roll my eyes. “We have other people in the house.”
“Makes it more exciting, right?”
As I think about it, I smile. “Maybe.”
“And we’ll eventually be back in town together, so I’ll probably need a few boxes.”
I shake my head with a smile firmly planted on my face, but I don’t say anything because I’m up next to check out. The old woman smiles at me before doing a double take at Cillian behind me.
She looks startled before he gives her a charming smile and a nod. She returns the smile. “You find everything you need?”
“I think so.”
“You visiting?” she questions.
“Yeah. My grandparents have a house here, so we’re just taking a little vacation.”
“Oh, that’s nice.” She glances at Cill again. “You guys together?”
“Oh, no, we’re just friends,” I say with a laugh, and maybe too quickly.
She gives me a polite smile. “I meant are you paying together, dear.”
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