“Woah there, lumberjack, where are you going?” she cries as I hurry over to the large, flat rock that overlooks the ocean and we’ve been using as a seat.
I sit down with her on my lap and pull her face forward and kiss her firmly.
“This is gonna be fast and messy, and nowhere near enough for what you deserve, but my girl needs to be taken care of.”
“Wait, what?” Summer says, but my intention becomes clear when I lean back, reach between us and unbutton her shorts. My fingers slide deftly inside, stroking the outside of her panties. She wasn’t lying, they’re drenched.
“Oh my God, Ethan,” she gasps when I reach beneath her panties and part her folds. She leans down and kisses me as her body starts to undulate around my fingers. Her hands are clenched in my hair, holding me to her. I slick my fingers back and forth, teasing her, but not for long. I need to feel her tighten around me. I need to feel her explode around me.
When I insert one, then two fingers into her, Summer cries out and arches into me, holding onto my shoulders and throwing her head back. I lean down and press kisses up her throat and along her jaw, as her body rocks to a rhythm only she can hear.
When I press my thumb on her clit, and curl my fingers slightly, her hands tighten their grip on my shoulders.
“Yes, oh God, please, yes more, more, more, more, more, oh God, Ethan,Ethan!”She comes apart in a spectacular release, her muscles clenching around my fingers like a vise, her hands grasping at me desperately. Her body is shuddering as I kiss her anywhere that I can reach, still slowly sliding my fingers in and out to draw out her climax. Eventually I pull my hand free when her movements still, and her head drops down on my shoulder. I look down at her to make sure she’s watching as I lift my fingers to my mouth and lick them one by one.
“You’re fucking delicious, Summer.” The words come out hoarse, and the arousal in her eyes isn’t dimmed in the slightest. My cock is throbbing, aching to be set free, but the satisfied hum coming from her is all I need right now.
“I’m taking you on that date tomorrow night.”
By the time I get home from the resort, my body is aching, and not only from the hard work I put in there. Heading straight to my en suite, peeling off dirty clothes as I go, I turn my shower on as hot as I can stand it and step under the spray. After letting the hot water pound down on me for a minute to try and ease some of my tired muscles, I quickly soap up and finish my shower. Once I’m done, I step out, dry off, and pull on a pair of old sweats before walking into the kitchen to deal with my growling stomach. Thank God for leftovers is all I can say, because I sure as shit don’t have the brain power to cook right now. I shovel cold spaghetti into my mouth and grab a glass of water. Taking my dinner, I go straight to the couch and turn on the TV. Even if the Canucks didn’t make the Stanley Cup playoffs this year, I’m still a good ol’ Canadian boy who needs his hockey fix.
UNKNOWN: Hey, it’s Summer. Mila gave me your number… So we can talk about renovations *winky face emoji*
When the message pops up on my phone, I grin. I can’t believe I forgot to get Summer’s phone number, but then again we were a little distracted. Looks like she took care of things herself. I turn the TV on mute and settle into the couch before typing out my reply.
ETHAN: Gotta say, Shorty, I admire your crafty-ness.
SUMMER: How else would I be able to thank you for today?
SUMMER: And I’m not talking about renovations.
ETHAN: Damn, woman.
SUMMER: I’m excited for tomorrow.
ETHAN: Me too.
We go back and forth a while longer over text, and even though part of me wants to take it a step further and call her, I don’t. I’m banking on anticipation making tomorrow night all the more spectacular.
Everything is set up for this evening when I get up the next morning. I put fresh sheets on the bed, and make sure there is a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge. I’m not going to automatically assume we’ll end up back here after what I have planned, but I sure as fuck hope we do.
The anticipation for tonight is running through my body like a low-level electrical current and I know I need to chill out if I’m going to get anything done today. So, I lace up and head out into the cool spring morning for a run. The grass is dewy, but flowers are starting to bloom. Honestly, springtime on Vancouver Island is fucking gorgeous. It’s lush and green, and if you can handle the frequent rain, there’s a lot of beauty around here. As my feet pound the pavement, I let my mind drift to other things I want to do with Summer. Hikes to some local waterfalls, hot springs, daytrips to the mainland or over to some of the smaller islands.
I stop to catch my breath and stretch once my lungs are sufficiently burning. My phone ringing is just the excuse I need to call it quits; it’s almost time to shower and go to the office anyway. I turn and start walking home as I answer the call with a grin.
“Hey, Finn.”
“Ethan! How’s it goin’ man? Listen, I’m coming to town next week, was hoping I could take you up on the offer to show me around? I need to get out of this hotel and find a place to live soon.” Finn’s voice booms into my ear. He’s still larger than life with his energy and personality.
“Yeah, that sounds great. What day are you thinking?”
“Let’s say, next Thursday?”
“Perfect. Tell me more about this winery.”
Finn lets out a hoot of excitement. “Oh fuck, man it’s incredible. Pierre has apparently been following my work down in California, and when he heard I was looking for a new challenge he was over the top excited. Couldn’t offer me the partnership fast enough. I was more than ready to head back north of the border, so here I am. He found a property about twenty minutes outside of Dogwood Cove, there’s a little bit of land if we want to try growing our own grapes, but the plan is mostly to import from the Okanagan and just make our own vintages from it. Right now, it’s a blank void of a building, but there’s space for a tasting room, maybe even a bistro. It’s gonna be amazing.”
“That’s incredible.” I’m truly happy for my friend. We’ve stayed in touch ever since graduating, and I’ve watched him make quite the name for himself at a winery in Napa, winning all kinds of awards as the lead vintner.
