He chuckles, no doubt picturing me falling face-first into the ocean when I try to stand on my board. It wouldn’t be far from the truth, I’m sure. To keep myself from having to lie much longer, I will be starting lessons. “Yeah, we’re good. Wanted to see if you’re up for a beach day. The holiday brings a few extra people into town for the fireworks, so we’d be back to see them, but figured heading somewhere for the day might be nice. You in?”
I nearly forgot Canada Day is coming up. I’ve done nothing but think about this marina revival and Beth. I wonder if she’ll be there…
“I’m in,” I respond quickly, knowing in my gut if Neve is going, it’s likely her best friend will be, too. “What should I bring?”
“Just your towel and a swimsuit. Between Neve and Billie, they seem to have everything covered. If you have a cooler, though, maybe bring that just in case?”
“You got it. Gonna let your girl do all the work, eh? I see how it is.” I manage the teasing remark, even though the only thing my brain seems able to focus on is that I was right.She’s going to be there.
“Don’t worry, Darcy. I’ll be putting him to work tomorrow. I don’t plan on carrying or cooking a damn thing, and I expect to be well slathered in sunscreen all day.” Neve’s voice floats through the speakers, followed by her melodic laugh.
“You’re about to be slathered in something else if you keep up that sass,” Leo retorts, and I immediately make a loud gagging sound.
“Dude. Gross. I’m hanging up now.”
“I wasn’t—That’s not—” Leo tries to explain, but Neve is cackling, and there’s some sort of shuffling going on.
“Bye, weirdos,” I say on a laugh, hanging up before I hear anything I won’t be able to unhear.
I wake up as hard as steel and a little sweaty. Fuck. I was dreaming about Bethagain.
I can’t fucking take it, knowing she’s here, so close, yet I can’t have her. And I have to see her at the beach tomorrow. She’s probably going to be all glowy from the sunscreen covering her skin. She’s probably going to be wearing a bathing suit. She’sprobably going to have even more adorable little freckles on her face from being in the sun.
My eyes close as my hand wraps around my cock, the vision of her wearing next to nothing on the sandy beach is nearly enough to make me come undone. I miss her soft skin and how she always smells like strawberries and sunshine.
In my mind, she takes my hand and leads me into the water, looking more like a siren ready to take me under than anything else. And I let her. I let her pull me into the waves, past the point where they crest, to where the water is calmer.
She turns to me, lowering the top of her bikini until her perfect, pink nipples are visible below the water’s clear surface. Stepping into me, she wordlessly brings my hand to one, and I pinch and pull the way I know she likes. “Beth, darling, you’re perfect,” I whisper.
With our bodies pressed together, she kisses me, deep and slow, wrapping her legs around my waist, where I can feel the heat of her glorious cunt.
“Fuck,” I mumble, my hand moving faster as my imagination gets away from me. I open my eyes for a second, letting the bright daylight and my surroundings tug me out of my fantasy, but it’s no use. I know I shouldn’t, but I want her. I know I shouldn’t, but I’m gonna come so fucking hard thinking about her.
Shutting my eyes again, I submit to my filthy thoughts, where the woman of my literal dreams is wrapping her hand around my cock, guiding me to her pussy as she whispers in my ear, “Fuck me, Peter. Please.” And I do. Right there, in the middle of the ocean, I thrust into her wet heat, andfuuuuuuckit’s so good. Too good.
My movements become more and more erratic as I imagine her chanting my name over and over. “Peter, Peter, Peter…” That’s right. None of this Darcy bullshit.
And when I bring up my hand to pull on my pierced nipple, imagining it’s hers, I come harder than I have in weeks.
Should I be ashamed of myself? Probably. But I think the only way I’ll be able to keep my distance from Beth without losing my mind is if I allow myself to give in to how badly I want her when it’s just me, myself, and my right hand.
Pathetic, yeah.
But I don’t care.
JULY
CHAPTER 16
BE-B-BILLIE. H-HEY.
DARCY
Neve’s already texted me the location for the beach, and I’ve typed a reply to her at least four times, trying to come up with a good way to ask if I can drive Beth. The half-hour journey would be a hell of a lot more fun with her in the car next to me.
In the end, I settle on not being a creep and drive by myself. It’s a picture-perfect July first. And as I walk along the boardwalk, with the sun beaming down on me and the salty breeze ruffling my hair, I smile so wide it nearly has a laugh spilling out of me.
The chortle dies in my throat when I trip over my own feet, nearly dropping my towel and cooler.
