Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Saying goodbye can sometimes be difficult. Today, it felt nearly impossible.

Sam and I followed Nicky down the dock to the parking lot, and my chest felt tight as I watched him climb into his red Jetta . He rolled down the window, resting his arm on the door.

“I don’t want to leave. I had the best time this week, and I just don’t want it to end.”

In the ten years I’d known Nicky, I’d never once been able to say no to that sweet face. “You did an amazing job this week. I was so impressed with you. The way you helped out and were ready to learn. It's going to be a great summer.”

Nicky glowed from the praise. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

It was a simple question, so why did it feel so complex? Because you can’t stop thinking about his dick print in that Speedo. Why were my thoughts becoming so complicated where he was concerned? It shouldn’t be this way! It should be easy with Nicky. It always had been.

“Nicky, go home and check in with your dad. He’s missed you. Tell him about all the great things you did this week. I’ll pick you up first thing in the morning. Barbados is waiting to be explored.”

“Okay,” he agreed with a smile. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Pack a new bag with fresh clothes and leave that Speedo at home. Bring something… larger. ”

Nicky giggled. Did he not realize I was serious?

“Cass?

“Yeah?”

“That was the best week of my life.” This time, he wasn’t amped with excitement. He said it calmly, shyly. Nicky was being sincere, and it squeezed my damn heart until I couldn’t take a deep breath.

“Just wait until next week,” I promised, leaning in to drop a kiss on his forehead. He turned his head like he was trying to catch my lips with his, and I pulled back abruptly, ignoring his disappointed look. I waved as he drove off.

“You ready?” Sam called from across the lot. I jogged over to his pickup truck and dropped my bags in the back. “Am I dropping you at your house? Or did you need to stop somewhere first?”

“Do you want to stay with me tonight? ”

His expression changed from bored to really interested. “Yeah? Let me drive by my house and repack my bag, then we’ll pick up a pizza and head to your place. Sound good?”

I nodded. Sounds perfect.

With my belly full, I stripped off my clothes and stared at my reflection in the mirror, but there was no change in my appearance. Things only felt different on the inside , this nagging guilt at my inappropriate thoughts about Nicky eating away at my conscience. Sam appeared behind me. His dark stubble scratched over my skin as he brushed his lips across my shoulder.

“You wanna tell me what’s in your head? I can see it fucking with you.”

Hell could freeze over before I told him I was becoming obsessed with the idea of sucking Nicky’s little pink cock into my mouth and using my tongue to make him grow thick and hard.

“I need your mouth,” I rasped. He looked into my eyes in the mirror, reading the heat and the need in them. I grabbed a condom from the medicine cabinet.

“Let’s shower first,” he suggested, tugging me into the stall.

Sam peppered my back and shoulders with kisses as his soapy hands glided over my body. He soaped his cock and slid it between my cheeks, pushing through my crease to rub his shaft back and forth.

“Ungh,” he hissed in my ear, sending goosebumps over my heated skin. “Is this what you wanted?”

I just want to forget the outline of his cock through the thin, wet spandex.

I don’t want to think about what his cum tastes like.

“I need it hard and fast.”

Sam spun my hips around and dropped to his knees. He slipped my wet cock between his lips and sucked hard, making me cry out.

“Fuck, just like that.”

He pinned me with his dark gaze as his mouth worked my cock, and I dragged my fingers through his sooty curls. I pulled his head down, making him gag on the last two inches, and his eyes watered.

“Suck me dry.”

Sam popped off my dick and stood, spinning me again. I braced my hands against the tiled wall and widened my stance. He washed the soap from his cock and grabbed the bottle of lube over my shoulder. Reaching for the condom lying next to the bottle of shampoo, he tore it open and rolled it over his cock.

“I’d rather fuck you dry,” he growled, digging his fingers into my hips. Sam grabbed me roughly and pulled me back against him, slamming his cock deep inside with one thrust. No prep, no foreplay, nothing. Just how I wanted it.

My rim burned like my skin was on fire. His shaft dragged at my inner walls with way too much friction before the lube spread. I hung my head and embraced the pain, anticipating the coming pleasure. This was what I needed—to be punished for my thoughts. I deserved to hurt.

He increased the force of his thrusts and my whine of pleasure caught in my throat.

“Fuck, it hurts so good.”

His punishing rhythm and bruising grip felt like absolution and forgiveness. Although I hadn’t confessed to anything—not out loud, at least. I couldn’t. Not even to Sam. His breathing grew harsh and uneven from the exertion, from the thick steam, and he coaxed me to get there before he did.

“Come on, Cass. I need you to come. I’m al?—”

I fisted my cock furiously, my breaths becoming shallow and labored. The heat building in my gut spread like wildfire, and when Sam nailed my gland on his next thrust, I sprayed the wall like an exploding hydrant.

“Fuck!” I squeezed my nuts, enjoying the last of the pain before it was all over.

Sam buried himself balls deep and dug his blunt nails into my hips as he filled my ass. “Shit, Cass. What got into you?”

“Me?” I laughed. “That was all you, buddy.”

He washed us off and grabbed a towel for me. “I didn’t hook up this week. It’s been building up, I guess. Did you? ”

“Hook up? With Nicky there? Are you kidding me?”

“So, you gonna go all summer without?”

“No, that’s what I’ve got you for,” I teased, slapping his ass. I popped a quick kiss to his lips, signaling that playtime was over and we were back to just being Sam and Cass, best buds. “You ready to turn in?”

“Hell yeah, I’m beat.”

As it turned out, he wasn’t ready to turn in. Sam wanted to talk.

Sam wasn’t typically a cuddler, in or out of bed. He showed his affection in other ways, like acts of service—making sure the boat ran smoothly, that the tank was full of diesel, the pantry stocked, and that I stayed well hydrated and protected from the sun. Surprisingly, he was also a great listener.

“What is it?” When I remained silent, he prodded, “Is it Nicky?”

I rolled away from him on my side, the heat from his body warming my back.

“Talk to me, Cass. Is it Brian?”

My heart beat painfully hard. If I told him, would he judge me? Would Sam see me differently?

No differently than I now see myself. How could I even entertain thoughts like these about a boy I helped raise? A boy who trusted me. A boy whose father trusted me. I should be shot. Shot and hung out to dry.

“Fine, have it your way,” he huffed, rolling over. “I’m going to bed. If you have an attack of conscience in the night, don’t wake me. ”

Attack of conscience? Yeah, my conscience was attacking me hard right now. In fact, it was kicking my fucking ass. How was I going to make it through another trip with him, let alone the entire summer? I just prayed to God he left that damn bathing suit at home this time.