The Boys of Summer (The Summer Series) (Volume 1)

by C.J Duggan

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Maybe it was the buzz of the alcohol?

  Or the secluded darkness and the attraction I had always had for Sean, but as he lifted me and pressed me against the rock I knew that it was all in an effort to forget. I kissed Sean so fiercely it had taken him back initially, his brows raising in surprise as my hands wrapped around his neck, my tongue slipping inside his mouth. Sean broke away breathless, holding my wrists and looking down at me like I was a stranger. Then, as if reading my pleading gaze, silently telling him that this was what I wanted, what I needed, he pinned me against the rock and met my urgent, forceful kisses. As our mouths feasted on one another, I knew it was exactly what I needed. My mind was clearing, erasing every touch, every memory, every moment with Toby Morrison. And as Sean lifted my leg to bend around his waist, I wanted to hurt Toby, hurt him like he hurt me. A new excitement ran through me, a new urge as I moved and moaned against Sean's muscular frame, his arms pinning me in like a cage, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my other leg around his waist and gasped at the new pleasure I felt as he pressed in between the junction of my thighs. Now all thoughts of anyone else were gone as I was blinded by the thrill that threatened to surge as Sean's hips rocked into me. We were fully clothed but with heated, passionate kisses and touches I was on the edge, and as his hand slipped from my breast to between my legs and his friction intensified, the pleasure so intense, so unexpected, I screamed into his shoulder and went limp in his arms. Sean's groans ebbed as my own died and he slumped, his weight on me pinned me to the cold slab that stung through my shirt and, what I suspected, grazed my back now I could feel the sting.

  Hot breaths heated my neck, and then Sean's gravelly voice half laughed in my ear.

  "Christ! I haven't come that hard since high school." He chuckled and kissed my neck.

  I let the aftershock of my climax ride over me; I felt the wet patch and the bulge pressing against me from Sean's jeans. I pressed my face into the alcove of Sean's neck, and sobbed. I sobbed so hard and so violently my body shook. All my hurt, anger, confusion and shame flooded through me.

  "Hey, hey, hey ? what's wrong?" He cupped my face, forcing me to look into his worried eyes.

  "What's wrong, did I hurt you?"

  I laughed through the tears. "Hurt me? No." God, if only he knew what he just did to me. "I'm sorry." I broke away, straightened my clothes and fixed my hair. I tried to wipe my face.

  "This was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here with you."

  Sean rubbed my arm. "Do you want to go home?"

  I hiccupped and nodded. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

  He smiled. "Hey, don't be, come on."

  We walked back to the group, moving slower this time and together. Sean kept glancing at me as he stepped over rocks and steadied me as I went along. As we walked back into the clearing of the Point, Sean pulled his shirt over his crotch and I straightened my skirt and top. We rounded the corner of the old fire shack and walked right into the path of Carla and Peter. Their stunned gazes roamed over our dishevelled states, my bloodshot eyes, our kiss-swollen lips. They exchanged knowing smirks and walked off without a word, whispering and snickering to each other.

  I couldn't take any more. I had never felt so ashamed; I had used Sean and behaved in a way ? who was that girl out in the bush with him? She didn't seem like Tess, that's for sure.