Page 3 of The Last Summer


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“Ok?” I shrug my shoulders and hold out my hand to shake his. “Let’s win this.”

“Awesome.” He takes my hand leads me to the registration table.

“We’d like to register. Joe Santini and…”

“Madelyn Wheaton, yes, with an H.”

For the next hour, I run with Joe in a chariot race (snow sleds on the grass), a three-legged race, and the egg in a spoon race, and we’ve won two of the three. We’d have won the egg race except I sneezed at the wrong time and crossed my legs afraid I might pee myself. It hasn’t happened yet, but the constant throbbing pressure down there has me on edge.

Of course, that could be Joe’s effect on me. Every time his eyes meet mine, and every time he laughs or smiles, I forget who I am and my current predicament. I’m just Mady, living my best life. And it’s so refreshing.

“Musical chairs, really?” Joe looks at me, eyebrows raised as the team of teenagers setup two rows of chairs back to back and explain the rules. “If the guys could see me now, I’d never live this down.”

“Let’s do this!” Kicking off my sandals, I squish my toes in the grass, and step into the circle. “Guys?” I ask, as we begin walking in a circle around the chairs.

“Yeah, I’m here with a few friends. A guy’s bachelor weekend golfing before my buddy Landon gets married.”

“Sounds fun. The wives and girlfriends let you get away for a week.” I’m fishing, wondering his story while we stop and wait for the first chair to be removed.

“Nah, we’re all single. Landon is the first to bite the bullet.”

“I see.” We start walking again, the music is faster this time and I can’t help but sashay my hips to the music.

“And Madelyn, what brings you to the resort?”

“Mady, please. And it’s a long story for another day.” I hesitate to add more details.

“Husband? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?”

Should I say yes? Is it safe to announce that I’m alone? It’s a question I’ve had to ask and assess every day of my van life.

“No, I’m here alone.” Our eyes meet as we grab chairs side by side. The game is now down to three chairs.

Joe grabs my hand. “We’ll, you’re not alone Mady. You have me now, and my three buddies, if you need anything.”

Joe’s hands brush my hips as we race around the two remaining chairs with a fluorescent clad lady wearing a sweatshirt with the words ‘They call me Grannie’ embroidered on the front.

“I just need to WIN!” The music stops and I drop into the closest chair, but Joe is faster, and I land on his lap. His hands wrap around my hips holding me in place. My heart jumps into my throat.

Damn, his hands are strong. He lifts me up with ease and grins devilishly as I’m pulled aside, disqualified. But Joe isn’t about to let Grannie lose. When the music stops on the final round, he pretends to sit but let’s her grab the last chair.

Chapter Four

Joe

“That was nice of you to let Grannie win.” Mady picks up her sandals and squishes her toes in the grass. Sexy toes, if I’m allowed to think such a thing, with their red polish and little silver toe ring on her left foot. “Cotton candy? I am in desperate need of some blue cotton candy.”

“Let’s do it.” I hold my hand out to her and rest it on the small of her back as we head towards the concessions.

“The past few hours have been… shockingly fun.”

“They have!” Mady tilts her head to the sky and laughs, and I swear the birds chirp lauder, and the sky brightens in response. “But I bet you still don’t want your buddies to know that you played kids birthday party games?”

I tap my nose and laugh. “Truth Mady. But I don’t regret a thing. Here, let me pay.” I try to pay for the cotton candy but am shood away. It’s free and part of the complimentary lawn games.

I watch in awe as Mady breaks off a clump of the warm cooton and places it in her mouth. She closes her eyes and sucks the sugar off her fingers moaning in pure delight and my cock springs to life, pressing hard against my shorts. This isn’t good. It’s broad daylight on the main lawn. I try to adjust myself subtly.

“Here, try some.” Mady breaks off another clump and puts it in my mouth. I close my lips over her fingers and use my tongue to scrape the sugar off her skin. Her eyes widen and she bites her bottom lip.

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