His nose screws up before he replies through a tight jaw, “I guess an extra set wouldn’t go astray. We have plenty in the kitty to get us by, so anything your job contributes will be gravy.” He guides me into our room before offering, “Do you want me to purchase you some now? Desiree said Felix is quick to pay, so you don’t need to wait for your first check to come in.” After snatching up his room key, he spins around to face me. “The hibiscus one I showed you last week, right?”
“Actually…” Before I can tell him I’d rather sunbake naked than wear the monstrosity he pointed out last week, a knock sounds from outside our room. It isn’t from the doors that lead to the beach. It came from the main entrance of our room.
“Bus is here, Jamison. We roll out in five.” It must be a teammate of his as they’re the only people who refer to Lennox by his surname.
After replying that he’ll be right out, Lennox shifts his focus back to me. “As long as it is sun-safe, pick anything you want.” My anger that he’s acting like my father doesn’t get the chance to be announced when he tacks a generous offer onto his reply. “Put it on the room’s tab. I’ll pay for it later this week.”
“You don’t have to pay.”
His grin would kill any red-blooded woman. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to.”
When he leans in to kiss me goodbye, he swoops to the left and I swoop to the right, meaning his lips land on my mouth instead of my cheek.
Since he doesn’t immediately pull back, I don’t either. I could blame shock for our odd response, but lying isn’t my strong point, so I’ll veer toward heatstroke instead.
Additionally, Lennox’s ‘testosterone’ levels are surely a little weird after our bump-and-grind routine. I know mine are, and I don’t have testosterone! All I have is an insane urge to rock my hips like I did in my realistic daydream and a buzz between my legs that won’t quit.
“Well, that was awkward,” I lie when Lennox eventually pulls back. “You went one way, I went another, thenbam, next minute, we’re kissing.” I stop, curse myself to hell, then try to claw myself out of the hole I just dug. “Not that we were necking or anything. It was a peck. Can’t really call that a kiss, can we?”Shut up, Summer! Please. You just humped the guy’s leg so why are you acting like he’s worried about an accidental brush of your lips?“Anyway, you better get going. You don’t want to be late.”
Since he’s frozen, my farewell kiss goes off without a hitch, and even quicker than that, I enter the bathroom and close the door behind myself.
I’m still leaning against the gleaming white material when a shadow appears underneath it a couple of minutes later. “Hey, Sum…”
Lennox sounds uneased, and I hate it more than wondering if he’s annoyed about our kiss. We’ve faked being partners before, but since we have a natural connection, we never needed to lock lips to authenticate our ruse. To some guys, kissing is more intimate than having sex.
After a big exhale, I breathe out, “Yeah?”
“When you’re at the hotel’s boutique, you should buy some more of that strawberry Chapstick you purchased the day we arrived.” I bite my lip to hide my smile when he mutters, “It tastesreallygood.”
“Okay,” I say with an impish nod, unsure if I’m misreading the hitching of his voice. “I’ll do that while purchasing new swimmers.”
“Good.” His shadow moves away from the door before it returns half a second later. “If you don’t like the one I picked out, you don’t have to buy it. You can get any pair you want. Even that red number Desiree pointed out. It would look good on you. We will just need to add an extra ten minutes into our routine in the morning to make sure you’re adequately covered from the sun.”
No amount of gnawing can hold back my grin, so I smile like a lovesick fool. “Okay,” I repeat, my happiness heard even with my brief reply.
Although I can’t see Lennox, I feel the heat of his smile through the door before he mutters a swift “Goodbye,” then exits without a second pause.
I’m so stunned by his uncoerced compliment and the frantic throb of my clit, instead of washing off the sand from my skin, I race into the main part of our room to flop onto our bed with a squeal. I’ve never really been awarded a compliment before, and although it wasn’t necessarily beaming with admiration, the fact it happened seconds after our accidental lip-lock and minutes after an impromptu leg hump makes it seem more consequential than Lennox probably meant.
It won’t stop me from relishing it, though. It’s nice to feel wanted. It’s right on par with the gooey feeling I get about Lennox’s dedication in ensuring I don’t leave Ravenshoe a wrinkly old prune.
With my heart rate the highest it’s ever been and my body thrumming from a blissful couple of weeks, I stray my eyes to the locked hotel room door before slinging them to my suitcase. Despite Lennox’s numerous suggestions for me to take it for a whirl, Indigo’s gift is still tucked inside in its original packaging. I denied his somewhat unwanted propositions because they were made when he had no plans. I don’t face the same issue now. The stadium Lennox trains at is a thirty-minute drive away. That means I have plenty of time to settle the buzz my best friend forever causes between my legs, and he’ll be none the wiser that I use him as my muse.
After taking a moment to settle my heart rate, I pad to my suitcase to fish out Indigo’s gift. “Why the hell are you so small?” I whisper at the purple handheld device with ‘Lelo’ embossed on the back. I thought these things were supposed to put men to shame, but this device nuzzles comfortably in my hand.
I call myself an idiot when I read the pamphlet that came with the packaging. Lelo isn’t a vibrator. It’s a SenSonic clitoris stimulator, and just the naughty things the brochure assures it will do sees me quickly drawing the shutters on the patio doors and yanking down my sweat-damp boardshorts.
The rustling of bedding against my bare thighs as I slip beneath the sheets Lennox and I share every night heightens my senses, much less the alluring scent lingering in the air. It’s the sun-kissed skin of a man who isn’t afraid of hard work. An oddly arousing smell I get easily swept away in.
It takes me a couple of seconds to figure out that Lelo’s sonic waves are more mind-blowing when they aren’t pushed up directly against my clit. They’re more powerful with a bit of distance. More stimulating.
“Ohhh…” I moan through a shuddering breath when the closing of my eyes enhances the tingling sensation rolling from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s strong yet not overpowering, and it has me wishing I hadn’t waited so long to test drive Indigo’s gift.
As desire awakens inside of me, I sink deep into the mattress before hitting the button that assures me there’s no such thing as too much stimulation. It doubles the throb shooting through my pussy while increasing the arching of my back from the bed.
I’m so close to exploding in what I’m now confident will be my very first orgasm when I’m suddenly ripped from the fantasy by the very man helming it. “Can you believe I forgot my cleats? Don’t see me getting in many pitches without them.”
I yank up the bedding that slipped from my grasp during my stretch for climax before dumping Lelo into the bedside table, then I pull my flyaway hair away from my sweaty face.
