Summer Dreaming (Hot in the Hamptons Book 1) by Liz Matis Read Free Book Online Page B

done to me. To forever change the way she thought or felt about sex. I ended the kiss to begin my mission. “I can’t wait to be inside your hot little pussy.”
    “Hot and wet,” she purred.
    Holy. Fuck. If there were a world’s record for putting on a condom I would have blown it away.
    Kelsey now had her back to me, her hands braced against the wood slats. Her sweet ass upturned, ready for me to enter her pussy from behind. It was an invitation that I couldn’t refuse. And yet somehow how I did.
    Turning her around, I said, “I want to see your face when I make you come.”
    She tugged on her bottom lip, her eyes alight with fire making me feel as if I were standing on the sun.
    Placing one hand on her ass, I gripped a wooden slat for leverage with the other. Kelsey threw her leg around my hip. Wasting no time, I sunk my cock deep into her. Her mouth had showed me no mercy, so I gave her none, pumping in for all that I was worth. Every ounce of myself was giving itself over to her. Her breaths began to come in short gasps and her pussy clutched around me. I leaned back to see her face as she fell apart with me buried inside her.
    She was the beauty who had turned me into a beast. And I roared as I came.

Chapter 12
    Kelsey
    W ondrous smells led us into the kitchen. Storme was a great cook, but all I needed was some food as fuel so I could keep up with Sean’s god-like stamina.
    Sean held my hand and I was a little nervous as we entered the room. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t very well say, ‘Sean and I had hot sex in your outdoor shower. And I came multiple times. Three to be exact. Now please feed us.’
    Storme broke the ice with a cheeky, “Hope you worked up an appetite.”
    I looked to Sean who remained bashfully silent. Thank goodness, he wasn’t like that in bed. Or rather in the shower. Or on the dunes. An image of us rumpling up the sheets entered my head and my body tingled in anticipation.
    “Let’s just say I’m starving,” I said.
    We each took a seat at the farmhouse style kitchen table, which was set up as if HGTV was about to walk in and start filming. Storme played the perfect hostess. The salmon was grilled to perfection and the wine, direct from Storme’s family vineyard was divine. I was beginning to relax when they started grilling Sean like he was the piece of salmon on my plate.
    “How old are you, Sean?” asked Storme.
    “Twenty-two.” Sean answered the first question with a good-natured shrug.
    “How long have you been a lifeguard?” asked Leigh.
    “Since I was sixteen.” He raised his wineglass to his lips and took a sip.
    “What do you do during the off-season?” asked Storme.
    I threw both of my friends the evil eye and made a cutting motion with my knife for them to stop tag teaming my date with questions. Sean and I were nowhere near the stage of talking about the future. I didn’t want to know beyond today.
    “I travel.”
    This peaked my interest. Had he been to Europe? Just like a typical male, he didn’t elaborate. My friends were not discouraged from his lack of chattiness.
    “Where are you going at the end of this season?”
    “Storme,” I cautioned, my voice tight, conveying to them both not to be so nosy, even if I was soaking up all this information like a dry sponge that’d been doused with water.
    He looked at me. “Actually, I’ll be leaving for boot camp down in South Carolina. The Marines.”
    I blinked. I couldn’t have heard that right. The Marines? It couldn’t be. The Universe wouldn’t be that cruel. I didn’t need a man to be rich. Poor, I could handle, but a military man? I couldn’t do it. Wouldn’t do it. As the oldest, I’d witnessed my Mom suffering through the long absences. Watched her put on a happy face for my sisters and I, even as the constant worry tore her apart. Then, her brave face as she’d accepted the American Flag at my dad’s funeral.
    Hadn’t I already sacrificed enough?
    Unable to meet Sean’s