Sweaty Summer Nights - Page 3

Christian

Her face is gorgeous,like something a master painter would paint. If I did more than landscapes, I’d paint her myself.

Her body would put any model to shame.

She keeps twisting her left foot nervously, causing her left hip to move as well, accentuating the ridiculous curves she’s been blessed with, but I can tell she has absolutely no idea what a goddess she is.

Another rich girl naïve about the world, naïve about herself.

But that’s all right. I’ll teach her so many things…

I lift my hand off the mesh screening on the hole I’ve been repairing on the rowboat and stand, then wipe the epoxy on a rag. This is my fourth year working at the lake. I’ve seen plenty of pretty girls come and go, but never ever in my life have I seen a girl like the one standing in front of me.

She’s something else entirely.

Her lips are just begging for my kiss, and her almond-colored eyes are looking at me with such helplessness that I just want to snatch her in my arms and solve all her problems for her. Of course, how could a guy like me do that for a girl like her? This girl no doubt comes from a family with several homes and trust funds for children who haven’t even been born yet, but damn if my instincts to step in and be her protector aren’t kicking in at high gear right now.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Kate,” she replies, her voice trembling. “Kate Pennington.”

Yep, that’s a rich girl name all right.

“Why do you look so unhappy, Kate?”

“Who says I’m—?” Kate’s voice falls off when she realizes there’s no use in keeping up the charade. She lets out a sigh, and her shoulders fall. “Well…what’s your name?”

“Christian.”

“Well, Christian, I guess you could say my life isn’t going in the direction I had hoped it would,” she replies. “And that would be putting it mildly.”

I chuckle. “I guess you could say money doesn’t buy you happiness?”

Kate twists her lips and waves a finger at me. “Don’t think I don’t get that little dig at me, mister. But yes, you’re right. Money can’t buy happiness. I actually agree with you.”

This girl’s got some spark in her. I like that.

“Well, something must have set you off tonight, Kate. What was it?”

“Oh, it’s no big deal,” she says with a heavy sigh, causing her bountiful breasts to heave. She isn’t wearing a bra either, which amplifies the effect. Christ, I need to be in her. “Just my parents tried marrying me off to a guy they like who I’d never met before who assumed that he’d get to just bang me the first night we met!”

“Oh wow, okay.”

“Yeah!” she almost laughs. “Just give this random, awful dude my virginity because my dad likes his dad. Sounds logical, right?”

And she’s a virgin too? Lord, help me.

My cock twitches underneath my shorts. My head is spinning. Why am I not taking her right now and making her mine?

“Parents can be dicks.” I shrug.

“Dicks?” Kate replies. “Yes, that’s one way of saying it. Another would be that they’re literal tyrants who think they can run my life like a couple of—”

“Okay, okay,” I interrupt with a laugh. “Instead of going down that rabbit hole, which will only end up pissing you off more, why don’t you come down to my cabin and have a drink? How’s that sound?”

Kate twists her lips, which only makes them pout out and plump up even more and make me think about how they’d feel wrapped around the tip of my cock, and looks at me like she’s pretending to analyze whether I might be a sketchy murderer or not. Once she’s kept up the charade long enough, she shrugs.

“Okay.”

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