His lips graze against my sensitive ear. “Hold on, Dollface,” he whispers.
The boat rocks again, forcing my ass to grind up against him. The grazing of his dick across my pussy brings an orgasm rushing over me. I can’t stop it, can’t escape it. I cry out, half gasping, half moaning. My legs start to quiver, shaking from the pleasure coursing through every fiber of my being. I barely manage to stifle a moan that wants to coast over my lips.
Sam holds me steady, his hands bracing my hips against him tightly, my back pressed to his muscular chest. The unavoidable feelings of gratification and weakness in my limbs make me relax back against him. His body is flush with mine, dick still hard and poking me. His lips are crushed to my ear, his warm breath coating my skin. I’m gasping for oxygen. My weak little heart is pitter-pattering with uneven beats from all the excitement and endorphins. I try to rise, but I can’t focus on anything besides breathing.
“Are you okay, Dolls?” Duke asks from behind us.
Sam is still holding me, but now he’s supporting my entire weight as I try to regain control of myself.
I just orgasmed in front of ten people. On Sam Seymour’s lap.
Mortification floods over me. My entire body feels flushed, exposed, and overly sensitive.
“She’s fine. She spilled her drink on herself,” Sam responds, his tone casual.
He has to know. Oh God, he has to know.
I’ve never wanted to escape a situation so badly in my life. I have nowhere to go. The embarrassment is more than I can take. I’ve had a crush on Sam since I was old enough to have crushes. And I just came on his lap, on his boat, with an audience. He’s going to laugh at me. He’s going to know I’m obsessed with him.
This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. I’d rather walk into traffic than have to live through this situation and ever look him in the eye again.
Now my swimsuit bottoms are sticking to my skin. The wetness has seeped all the way through, and it’s probably coating the front of his shorts. My stomach is rolling over with nausea. I might get sick on him now, which would only make the situation ten times worse than it already is.
He’s warm and strong under me, waiting for me to finally use my own strength to sit up. He’s still semi-hard, making me feel even more embarrassed by the fact that I finished on him.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
Mercifully, we pull up to the cliffs a minute later. Everyone starts to jump into the water and move around the boat once Grady cuts the engine. I hear Duke talking to someone before diving into the water, and I immediately jump up from Sam’s lap and dive into the lake in an attempt to wash away the evidence of my mortification.
The rest of the day,Sam avoids me like the plague. I shrink back against the sofa later that night, my insides mush from the constant sting of embarrassment. Ben is beside me. He’s been soattentive and sweet. I feel guilty for what happened on the boat, but mostly, I’m just so mortified by it that I can’t even look at Sam without my skin turning the shade of a strawberry. Thank heavens Duke has been distracted by the girl he’s apparently crushing on.
The group decided to watch a scary movie. I typically prefer films that are happy and lighthearted. I don’t see the point of intentionally scaring myself. Ben chose this one. He grew up watching horror movies.
I turn to face him after the third character on-screen gets beheaded. “Ben, I’m really starting to question your morals and upbringing. How old were you when you first watched this?”
He smiles. The way his mouth quirks up reminds me of someone, but I can’t place who.
“I was six when I saw my first horror movie. My foster mom didn’t know I’d snuck in to watch it from behind the couch.”
I shake my head. “That is shocking. Were you raised in foster care your whole childhood?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
“I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how isolating that felt.” I keep my eyes on him, only because I do not want to look at the screen. He’s cute, but not overwhelmingly attractive to me.
He leans toward me, reaching for my hand. “I have trouble connecting with people sometimes, but I’m so thankful to have met you this weekend. When Grady invited me to come along, I had no idea someone as gorgeous and sweet as you would be here.”
I stiffen, but force a smile onto my lips. He seems to really like me, even though he’s moving kinda fast with the advances. He’s been glued to my side, continuing to rub his hand over my lower back and compliment me. He hasn’t tried anything sexual, which I’m thankful for. Duke also hasn’t given him any protective-older-brother speeches, which is a relief.
Sam, on the other hand, has completely ignored me since the boat ride and spent all his spare time glaring at Ben. Even now, I can see his outline on the outdoor deck, head turned to watch Ben’s every move.
At least Ben knows what he wants and is willing to go after it. That alone is a relief. Sam’s hot-and-cold act is like a game I’m being forced to participate in that I don’t know the rules to.
“I’ve enjoyed getting to know you too. It’s so rare that I meet new young people in town. I’ve known everyone since I was born.”
He interlaces his fingers with mine. My hand feels clammy, but I try to ignore it.
I hear a squeal from behind me, and when I turn to see who’s there, my heart drops into my stomach. Keely has entered the house, a pink duffel bag hooked over her arm. She drops it and runs toward the back door that leads out to the deck. She practically launches herself at Sam, wrapping her arms around his neck, and she pulls him down to her lips for a kiss. My whole world seems to shift on its axis. I can hear Ben talking, but I can’t focus on his words. My heart thumps in my chest weakly, threatening to miss a beat and cause me to go into cardiac arrest.
