“Come first,” he pants. “I want you so deep in me. I want to feel it for the first time, without being distracted by my own orgasm. Baby, I need to feel you fill me up.”
I grip his ass tightly, encouraging him to move faster, giving me more of his heat and energy. He does, skin slapping at a furious pace as he ruts on me, and I feel heat pooling in my groin as my wave of pleasure is about to crescendo. It’s become apparent now that neither of us cares how much water spills over the side.
I melt into him, shuddering out my release, crying out unintelligible words of pleasure. Filling him so full, pumping everything I have into him, enveloping me with even more heat and ecstasy.
“Ohhh. Myyyy. Godddd,” he groans, handing himself over to his own orgasm. Cum mixes with the soapy water, as he pulses spurt after spurt of his release into it.
For many minutes, we just cling to each other, until the water starts to grow cold, and I soften enough to slip out of him. He pulls the drain plug, and rinses us both off with the hand sprayer. Then, he helps me stand—which, thankfully so, since my legs still feel noodly.
When we step out, he bats my hand away as I reach for a towel. Instead, he dries me off, eyeing me appreciatively as he does. Then, he wraps us both up in the towel, chest-to-chest. Our heartbeats syncing to one another’s.
“Thank you,” he breathes into my ear.
“No, thankyou,” I balk. “You were feeling vulnerable, Evan, which is understandable. You trusted me to care for you for once, and that’s something I feel incredibly honored about.”
“I-I just know that you prefer to bot—”
I silence him with a kiss. When we break apart, I smirk up at him. “Trust me when I tell you that if I didn’t want to, I know now I couldhave said ‘no’ and had that be a complete sentence. You taught me that, baby. I wanted to, and I regret nothing. That was incredible.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
When Brooks and I roll into my parents’ driveway, I’m astounded to see The Sea Hag being trailered off the property by someone I don’t recognize as being a local. A ‘for sale’ sign flutters into the ditch, as the dually hauling it roars off down the road.
“That’s a big boat,” Brooks notes, slipping off his helmet as I set the kickstand into the gravel.
“Thatwasmy lobster boat,” I note, confused. Wagner’s outside on the porch when we get off the bike. “What’s that all about?” I ask him, hiking my thumb back over my shoulder.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Dad notes. “She sold a lot quicker’n I imagined, given the state she was in.”
“Why?”
“Come on in, have a drink with me first,” Dad offers.
He ushers us inside, and we find Mom in the kitchen, setting out the fixings for subs. When Dad sits, she places an already-madesandwich in front of him, and then offers to fix Brooks and I each one. We decline her offer, instead choosing to make our own.
“Mutha, take a load off,” Dad tells her, and as per her usual, she obeys. She sits down next to him. “This was mostly your idea, anyhow,” he adds cryptically.
“Why does this seem so serious?” I quiz them, taking my seat after pulling out a chair for Brooks. When I sit, I widen my legs, brushing my thigh against his under the table.
“Colt dropped in a while ago when you sent him and his friend out this way to grab some old sails for some project you were working on,” Dad starts telling me.
“Oh yeah?” I cock an eyebrow up, abandoning my bite.
I wait for that familiar feeling of ‘oh great, and what’d he do this time?’ to come, but to my relief, it just doesn’t. The change in him lately, inus, has been far too profound for me to keep thinking like that. Instead, I’m just kind of stunned and confused about why Colt came here, and why he didn’t mention it to me. We’ve had such free-flowing communication these days.
“Mentioned that the camp he’s working at might be struggling a bit financially,” Dad replies to me, but gives Brooks a pointed look.
I reach over, resting my hand on Brooks’ knee and give it a reassuring squeeze.
“Oh-uh… that’s something I’m working on,” Brooks starts to protest, but Dad holds up a hand.
“Now, don’t be gettin’ all defensive. I haven’t had a chance to say our piece yet,” Dad interjects, like he’s the spokesperson for both of them. “Colton told me all about why it exists, says his friend—Morgan, is that her name?— is really worried that it’ll have to get sold off. It’s become apparent to us that this place holds some mighty special significance to both Coltonand Evan, too. When Evan came out hereto keep me comp’ny over ta the hospital, all he kept yammering about was how great your place is.
“That, and I seen the way you helped Gordy out here yesterday, Brooks. I’ll be honest with ya, I was a little flummoxed at first about Evan wantin’ to up and leave here—to leave me without a sternman—to go chase some summer job out there. But it’s become obvious to me this is more than a seasonal thing, he’s invested in your mission,” Dad explains, looking to me for my reaction.
I nod in agreement. Iaminvested, more than I ever thought possible. I don’t know jack shit about running a summer camp, but over the past few weeks, I’ve come to enjoy it. More than just because it’s what Brooks wants—it’s what I’m seeing happening. The more time I’ve spent with those kids, the more I see just how much having a camp like this is beneficial to children who are struggling with pain and grief.
Also, on the days that Morgan was up recovering in the house and Brooks was working, she and I brainstormed some ways to improve upon the business side of things, wanting to take more off Brooks’ plate. It’s clear that she has a plan to go to college for business, and I think she’d be excellent at it. At the end of the season, she’s going to propose some of these ideas to Brooks. For starters, having shorter sessions, because two months away from home is hard for some kids. This would also allow for broader, more targeted, age-focused sessions. Lastly, she would like to see Brooks implement more family camping sessions—she herself benefitted from having her father figure there with her as she learned how to cope with growing up without her mother.
