“That’s not bad.”
Hayden raised an eyebrow.
“I mean for a first time. Six minutes isn’t bad for a nineteen-year-old virgin.”
Hayden snorted, face still flushed, eyes dark.
I wriggled my hips to check a hunch and found his cock half-hard.
Mr. Lewis probably wouldn’t appreciate me giving Hayden a handjob in this car, but I’d meant for today to be one long tease, anyway. We were just starting a little earlier than I’d planned.
“Oh, sure,” Hayden said, just a tiny bit breathless. “I could last… seven or eight minutes now.”
I laughed as I darted in for another kiss, giving him what he’d wanted the whole time we’d been talking, humming happily as his hands landed on my butt.
“I like having sex with you,” I said. “For the record. All seven or eight minutes of it.”
“I have since learned about foreplay,” Hayden said.
I chuckled again, nipping his lower lip before pulling back and climbing—carefully, again—back into the driver’s seat.
“Have you?” I asked a gaping Hayden, glancing at his crotch and smirking with satisfaction at the obvious bulge there. “Because I was planning to school you today.”
* * *
Hayden gotthe hang of the game pretty much straight away, which only proved just how made for each other we were.
By the time I’d pulled out of the parking lot, on the way to the spot I’d mentally picked out for our picnic, his hand was resting on my knee.
By the time I was pulling into the secluded cove no one ever went to because there was a sandier, whiter beach just a few miles down the coast, that hand had inched its way up to the top of my thigh.
This was going to beso much fun.
Unlike a few days ago, this time there was a rug and arealpicnic, the kinds of things I thought Hayden might appreciate. Leftover birthday cake, lavender lemonade from the tree and bushes in the yard, local cheese, fresh crusty bread from the sourdough starter I’d been babying for months, and one beer each, since I was driving and I doubted he wanted to be miles ahead of me.
Grown-up stuff.
I’d decided it was okay if we did grown-up stuff together, as long as we didn’t have tobegrownups just yet. At least, not perpetually tired, sore, miserable grownups.
Hayden would’ve laughed at me.
“This looks good,” he said as I handed him the basket, taking the rug I’d draped over his arm earlier and spreading it out in the shelter of the dunes, under a big shade tree so we wouldn’t end up crispy-fried by the sun.
“Did youmakethis?” he asked, surprised, pulling out the bottle of lemonade.
“And the bread,” I said.
“Wow,” Hayden lifted the tea towel off the loaf, eyes falling closed as he breathed in the smell. “Wow,” he repeated. “That’s it, I’m taking you back to New York with me as a consultant.”
I laughed, taking the basket from him and setting things out. “Don’t make any promises until you’vetriedit. It might suck.”
“Everything you’ve done for me has been amazing,” Hayden said, kneeling down next to me on the blanket. “I have no reason to think you’d stop now.”
I blushed all the way down the back of my neck as we sat down to eat, pouring lemonade for Hayden and waiting eagerly for a verdict.
I shouldn’t have worried. Everything he tried, he loved, and he wasn’t shy about making it obvious.
“It’s so hard to balance lavender,” he said, letting me pour for him again into the plastic tumbler that’d come with this picnic set I’d had for what felt like my entire life, passed down from an aunt. I’d never actually used it before. “You’re a natural.”
