“I was wondering if you wanted to come to the bar, and then home with me.” I squeezed my fingers, massaging the ample flesh of her backside. When I did, her body responded by tightening around my now semi-hard shaft.
“Um, I’m supposed to meet Nadia at the pier for the crab feed.”
The crab feed was the official kickoff of the tourist season. Every year attendance grew. I hadn’t gone since I took over managing the bar, but I knew the scene well. “As your friend, I feel like I need to warn you to take it easy on the sweet tea, it sneaks up on you.”
“The sweet tea?”
“It’s moonshine.”
“Ah.” Her eyes lit up and a wide smile lifted on her full lips. The sight sent a tingle straight to my balls.
She must’ve felt my dick jump inside of her because a rosy blush appeared on her already flushed face. I’d never stayed connected—literally or figuratively—to someone post orgasm. There was a raw intimacy to the moment that I was experiencing for the first time.
“Will you come by the bar after?”
“Maybe,” she answered. The same response she’d given me the first day I’d met her.
And just like then, I happily took it.
CHAPTER 32
Reagan
Spring break had officially sprung in Firefly.
My plan had been to take the trolley down to the pier to meet up with Nadia but imagine my surprise when I’d found out there was a forty-five-minute wait. And the Uber line was longer than that. I hadn’t even been aware that there was Uber on Firefly Island.
So, getting back to my roots, I’d walked.
The streets were filled with vacationers. I’d been warned about the influx of people that came to town this time of year, but I hadn’t expected the sheer volume I saw. I wasn’t a stranger to overpopulated areas thanks to the many years I’d spent in Manhattan. But this was different than the hectic chaos I was accustomed to. The sleepy coastal town had a more Disney World vibe to it than Times Square.
In the fifteen minutes since I’d left Mrs. B’s and began my trek along the pedestrian path headed toward the pier, my foot was stepped on half a dozen times. I was elbowed, pushed, and walked directly into.
My journey was like navigating through bumper cars, sans the cars—so I guessed it was like bumper people. None of the tourists were paying attention to where they were going. Groupings of families, singles, and especially teens and young adults were bottlenecking the flow of foot traffic by stopping and taking selfies.
“Excuse you!” A woman with a loud yellow halter-top and camo leggings shouted at me after I’d been shoved into her by the person behind me.
I felt myself teetering on the edge of losing my shit, but instead of making the situation worse, I took a deep breath and mumbled, “Sorry,” as I pushed past her.
Patience wasn’t a virtue I’d been born with, but over my nearly thirty years on this earth, I liked to believe that it was a trait I’d developed and nurtured, especially in adulthood.
Unfortunately, it had all been used up in the first ten minutes of this walk. I was running late thanks to the dryer at Mrs. B’s taking two cycles to actually do its job and dry my clothes. I’d texted Nadia and let her know that I was on my way to the crab feed over an hour ago, before I’d discovered my still damp clothes after the dryer stopped.
I had put the time to good use, though; I was almost done with the brief that needed filing on Monday. Tomorrow, I’d pop into the office and finish it up. The question was, whether or not I’d be going there from Billy’s bed or not. He’d invited me to go to the bar, and as tempted as I was to explore our “benefits clause” further, I wondered if I’d be pressing my luck.
He seemed fine keeping things casual. After we’d cleaned up, he’d shown me the rest of the property, including the back portion of the wrap-around porch, where he’d set up some patio furniture. There were two Adirondack chairs with a small table in the middle of them, facing a large pond.
I’d fallen in love. And I was scared it wasn’t just with the property. I wanted to believe that I would be able to keep straight the separation of emotions and sex. The funny thing was,