10 Weeks

10 Weeks by Jolene Perry, Janna Watts Read Free Book Online

Book: 10 Weeks by Jolene Perry, Janna Watts Read Free Book Online
Authors: Jolene Perry, Janna Watts
me?”
    “I like you. I’ve always liked you. We’re kind of alike, you know? I get you more than I get those other guys. They’re all just stupid and wanna get wasted and hook up. They don’t care about anything.”
    “You’re nineteen going on forty, Kay-Kay.”
    I nod. “Yep. I always have been. That’s why I got so tired of hearing all your crap about how young I am. That stuff has never mattered to me.”
    He gets quiet for too long , and I nudge his shoulder. “It matt ers to other people though, ” he finally says.
    I shrug. “Not my problem.”
    He frowns and doesn’t say anything else until we get back to the camp road. “So what do you see happening between us now?”
    “Well, it wouldn’t suck to do that again.”
    “Ha. True. So is this just that then? We’ve got three weeks of camp left so it’s just going to be fun. Is that what you want?”
    I know what I want, but I’m not about to put myself out there like that again. Not when I’m not sure how he’ll respond. Not when there are so many what ifs between us.
    “Can’t we just play it by ear?”
    He stops the car half way down the camp road. He leans over and kisses me. Soft and warm and wet and yummy. “Okay. We’ll play it by ear.”
    Then he drives the rest of the way to the parking lot , and I make the slow climb up the hill back to my cabin. My skin is tingling and I feel like I’m glowing in the dark. My feet move at a snail’s pace because I’m not ready to get back to my cabin yet. The rush of the day is coursing through me , and I want it to last a few minutes more before the reality of camp life settles in again.
    I take another step and hear a noise by the bathrooms. I peer into the darkness and feel hands grab me. I almost squeak, but I know these hands. I’ve known them all day. The y pull me into the darkness against a tree.
    “Alex,” I whisper as he trails his mouth in lingering kisses along my neck. “Someone might see.”
    “Yeah,” he says, then lifts me for a hungry mouth kiss before setting me down and stepping back. “It’s probably a good thing I won’t be here next year.”
    He drops another kiss on my cheek and starts to whistle as he makes his way toward his tiny cabin.
    I slip beneath my sheets and can’t help my brain from latching on to the last thing he said. I won’t be here next year . My gut cramps and I have to take several deep breaths before I can think clearly again. I have three weeks. Three weeks to make a guy old enough to be my dad fall in love with me. How hard can that be?

Chapter Ten
    We can’t stop touching each other. It’s bordering on obnoxious and if anyone was looking really careful, we’d totally be called out on it. Alex helps me adjust the archery target, which really involves his hand on my ass as I struggle to inch it two feet to the side. I help him put away the windsurfing boards which is really me sliding my hands up his muscular back while he hoists boards over his head. I m ay have also licked him. Twice.
    I can’t wait until my next night off and when it finally comes, I race to his cabin without even talking to Jo or Sam about my plans. My shirt is off and I’m on top of him when a hard knock sounds on his door.
    “You in for the night?” Sam yells.
    I choke back a laugh at the look of horror on Alex’s face. “Yep. Talk to you tomorrow.”
    “Use protection. Some of his sperm might still be viable,” she calls out and barks out a laugh as she clomps away.
    “Your friends know about us?”
    I raise my eyebrows. “Not that hard to figure out. They’re not stupid.”
    He shakes his head. “This is going to bite you in the ass later. Irene’s gonna find out , and there’s no way she’ll hire you back next year.”
    I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from blurting out that I have no intention of returning to camp if he isn’t. Instead, I say, “Well, you won’t be here so it won’t be a problem.”
    He fingers the edge of my cut-offs and

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