The rest of the weekend was pretty much the same, with the bromance in full swing between my dad and Price. He was even referring to my dad as Bend. No joke.
When they weren’t hanging, Price was trying to seduce me every second. Now,thatI liked. It might be a bit new to me, but I knew one thing—what I’d had with that sleaze, Robby, was nothing compared to this.
“Come on.” Price grabbed my hand. He had a blanket under one arm, a bag of fries in his other hand, and Tuck at his feet. “Okay, buddy, you’re staying here.”
Price released my hand for a second to pat Tuck’s head, and the damn dog seemed to act like he knew what Price really wanted.Me.
My dad and Price had walked to a small strip of shops earlier, grabbing a six-pack, and apparently the famous beach french fries. After catching them having a heart-to-heart about Lord knows what this morning, I’d almost offered to join them. But they’d given me that look, thethis is a guy thinglook. So I’d stayed behind. There was no way I could deal with whatever else they might have discussed.
While my dad was in the kitchen, fixing the sink with a beer next to him, Price and I had a rendezvous on the dunes for our last night. Settled on the blanket on the sand, hidden from view, Price reached over and fed me a fry.
“Um, these are good,” I murmured, teasing him, keeping my distance, our thighs barely touching.
He plopped one in his own mouth. “They are.”
“Mmm.” I snatched another one.
“You know what’s better?”
“Hmm?”
“You,” he said.
Price leaned over and kissed me, and the next think I knew, he was spread over me. No sand in my back this time, thanks to his planning.
“I wonder what my dad thought when you grabbed the blanket,” I joked, running my hand through the back of his hair.
“Babe, I think you’re forgetting he had a shit fit when he heard about your apartment, and more than agreed you should live with me.”
Suspicions confirmed. They’d been discussing me on their walk—and probably earlier.
With Price’s lips so close to mine as he spoke, I’m not going to lie—mine burned as I waited for him to kiss me again, and my concentration was ruined.
“Well, you certainly set me up for that. I just can’t get over my dad. I thought all these rules were about me. I guess he saw right through Robby.”
Price ground into me. “Let’s not talk about that dipshit when I’m on top of you.”
His mouth met mine again, his tongue slipping inside, lightly touching mine. I loved his easy exploration of me, his patience with my inexperience, and the way he helped me find my own way.
I couldn’t describe it. I just felt it.
His hand slipped under my shirt and over my bra, his thumb caressing the satin covering my nipple. I moaned ... maybe too loud.
“Shhh,” Price told me. “When we get home, and I send Johnny to get your shit, you can moan as loud as you want. But here, we don’t want to get caught.”
“Johnny?”
“Yep, I’m becoming a true New Yorker, having people do my shit. Look what you’re doing to me.” He nibbled on my lip and pushed his hardness against me.
“Don’t blame this on me,” I said, and my words came out panting, wanton.
“Nah, I’m kidding. I have class on Monday, and I can’t miss it. Plus, I don’t want you going back there ever. So, Johnny likes to do what he gets paid for.”
“Stop, you’re making me crazy. I can do it,” I said, squeezing his butt.
“I’ll stop when you’re settled. In my place. Or maybe when I find my own goddamn place.”
“This is nuts. I’ve known you two seconds, and now I’m moving in with you. I can’t do that.”
