Just for the Summer (Chasing Carolina #0.5) (13 page)

For me, I hope I never forget tonight, because sex not once, but twice with Ashlynn was the best fuck of my life. Her pussy felt like home, and my dick is already homesick and begging to be buried deep inside her again.

With my hand resting on her ass, which looks just as good without her teeny, tiny bikini on, I walk down the beach towards Linc’s place. She’s snuggled into my side while talking with her friends about some concert they’re going to before heading back to Georgia. I try to eavesdrop on their conversation, because the thought of her at a concert without me around tons of guys has me seeing red, but Parker won’t stop flapping his fucking gums in my ear.

I’ve never been jealous in my life. Usually, the idea of another guy sweeping a girl I just banged off her feet thrills me. It makes the job of cutting her loose that much easier. But right now, the thought of Ashlynn spending her last night in Myrtle Beach with another guy is pissing me off.

“Bro! Did you hear me?” Parker asks, snapping his finger in front of my face.

“What? No, sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you wanted to get some of our buddies together this week for some deep sea fishing, followed by a good ol’ game of Texas Hold ‘em?”

Running my hand over my head, I force myself to ignore the chick conversation going on beside me and listen to Parker. “Oh yeah, I’m down. Just let me know the day we all agree on and I’ll run to the store to get all the necessities for poker night.”

Linc’s house comes into view just as we spot a beach full of people playing an intense game of volleyball. Ashlynn spins and looks up at me with a playful grin stretched across her gorgeous face. “Can we play?”

“Sure, but first I need a few beers to loosen me up.”

We all head to the makeshift bar, grab our drinks, and then find a seat by the bonfire. Ashlynn sits on my lap, sips on her sweet tea and whiskey, and watches the volleyball game going on. Becca and Parker are making out in an Adirondack chair across from us, and Tamara and Nikki are with Vance and Reagan getting stuff to make s’mores.

As soon as they saw some girl making one, all the girls’ eyes lit up. I don’t know what it is about girls and chocolate, but one thing I know is don’t get in the way of them and their next fix.

“Because I know you’ll just steal mine, even though you say you don’t want one, I got you everything you need to make your own s’more,” Nikki says, handing Ashlynn a graham cracker, a marshmallow, and a square of chocolate.

“Awww, you know me too well,” Ashlynn says, taking the items from her and getting to work putting her marshmallow on a skewer to roast.

Standing, she follows all the girls over to the fire. I sit back and sip my beer, admiring the view of her ass in front of me as I talk with Vance, when we spot Linc approaching. He has two hotties hanging off of him, which is nothing new, and normally how I’d look at one of his parties.

“Fellas! I’m so glad y’all were able to make it! What are ya doing sittin’ over here? You should be scouting out the fine ass pussy we have here tonight before one of these jackasses scoops them up.”

Typical Linc
, I laugh to myself.

“I’m actually here with someone.”

The look of shock on Linc’s face is hilarious. “You’re bustin’ my balls, right?”

“Nope,” I tell him, shaking my head. “She’s actually right over there. She’s the one blowing on the burning inferno that was once a marshmallow.”

He lets out a low whistle. “Well, damn. She’s fuckin’ hot! You bang that yet? Because that right there is a beauty.”

Usually I’d sit around and talk about chicks and not give it a second thought, but hearing Linc talk about Ashlynn like she’s just some random skank I’m banging has my blood boiling. I may look calm on the outside, but on the inside, I’m fuming.

“She is beautiful, and she’s also off limits,” I tell him more sternly than I planned, and from the look on his face, my message came across loud and clear.

“Well, I’m glad y’all could make it tonight. Have fun, get drunk, and remember boys…no glove, no love. Don’t want no gold-diggers going after daddy’s bank account.”

It takes everything in me not to jump to my feet and beat his ass before he walks away. He’s one to talk living in a house his mother owns and drinking the alcohol her hefty bank account pays for.

I don’t even know why the hell I’m friends with that douchebag.

Ashlynn, approaching me with her s’more in tow and a big, beautiful smile on those perfect lips of hers, calms me slightly, and I relax again in my seat as she plops down onto my lap.

“Want a bite?” she asks, holding her burnt, gooey, dripping in chocolate mess in front of me.

“Nah, you eat it. S’mores and beer don’t mix,” I tell her, holding my Solo cup up before swigging it.

Watching her eat her treat is entertaining. She is savoring the hell out of it, and at the same time, getting marshmallow and Hershey chocolate on her lips and cheek. She licks her lips and my dick twitches back to life as I watch her suck the chocolate from them.

“That was so yummy. I can’t even remember the last time I had one of those,” she says, beaming down at me. She looks gorgeous with the bonfire roaring behind her. Her long blonde hair is pulled up in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a pair of barely there cut-offs and a Georgia Bulldogs hoodie. Even dressed down, she is the most beautiful girl here tonight. I told her she needs a Tar Heels hoodie, and before she leaves, I’m going to give her mine as a goodbye gift. I don’t know why, but the idea of her wearing my hoodie, snuggling in it back at college makes me feel a little better. Kind of like me marking her as mine, even though she isn’t.

Watching her suck the chocolate from her fingers is too much. I suddenly have the strongest craving for Ashlynn and chocolate. Cupping the nape of her neck and pulling her down to me, I lick my lips before kissing her, and as soon as my lips touch hers, I don’t move them. Instead, I dart my tongue out and gently glide it over her bottom lip, licking the chocolate from it.

Her right arm is wrapped around my shoulder, while the other fists my hoodie. I’m gone the moment she shoves her tongue into my mouth and scratches at my neck with her fingernails. I’m feeling as if I guzzled an entire bottle of Jim Beam just from her kiss.

She’s setting my world on fire with every little thing she does. I swear I’m losing my mind every time she kisses me or puts her hands on my body. It’s as if everything I’ve ever thought I wanted or needed has blown out to sea, and all I can see, hear, feel, or taste is Ashlynn.

“Ashlynn, you ready to play some volleyball, girly?!” Tamara shouts across the beach, popping our little bubble.

Breaking away from our kiss, she licks her red, swollen lips and gives me a wicked grin, climbing off of my lap. “Are you going to play?”

Standing up, I snake my arm around her waist and wrap my hand around her long, silky, golden locks, tilting her head up towards me. “Of course. I won’t pass up a chance to watch your tits bounce around, and I gotta make sure no one tries to get handsy with my girl.” Fuck, I just called her my girl. I’m getting in way too deep.

Her eyes grow as big as saucers as the words fly from my mouth. I think she notices the shock on my face as what I just said sinks in. She pops up onto her tip-toes, fists my hoodie, and gives me a kiss. I close my eyes as her mouth moves against mine.

I am so torn on what the right thing to do is in a situation like this. Do I put some distance between us and slowly wean myself off of Ashlynn before she leaves? Because right now, I am fully consumed by her, and the thought of her leaving is killing me. So, I’m not sure what will make separating easier: breaking away from her now, or being with her as much as I can, with the hopes we’ll just run our course and grow bored with whatever it is we’re doing.

I can barely fathom the idea of being with a girl a week, let alone almost a month, but I can’t ignore the fact that even though I just fucked this girl twice today, my dick is aching to do it all over again. I am officially screwed. I think no matter which one I choose, I’m going back to Charlotte without a tiny piece of myself, because it’ll be with Ashlynn in Athens.

“Come on! You two can make out later, but right now, we have a game to play,” Nikki says with an annoyed tone and grabs Ashlynn’s hand, dragging her away from me.

She glances over her shoulder at me, laughing as they kick off their flip-flops and run over to the net.

Just the slightest glance has my heart racing, and in that moment, I know no matter how painful it is, I can’t push her away. I’m a selfish asshole. I know it’d be better for us both to put some distance between us, but there’s no way I can live next door to her for these last couple of weeks and not be able to touch her or kiss her any time I want. The idea of her going out with her friends and meeting other guys is all the convincing I need to know this is what has to be done.

All I know is its going to hurt like hell when the last day of July gets here.

The rest of the night went by in a blur. I drank way too much in a failed attempt to drown out the thoughts buzzing around in my head. We ran into Sophie inside the house when I showed Ashlynn to the bathroom. It was definitely tense, but thankfully, Sophie didn’t try to start anything again.

Ashlynn had one too many fruity shots Becca kept feeding her, and we both ended up being stumbling messes trying to walk back to the beach house. Somehow I managed to convince Ashlynn to let me come back to hers. There was no way in hell I was bringing her back to mine. Reason one being I didn’t think it was right to have her spend our first night together in a bed I’ve had a ton of random women sleep in. And secondly, Becca’s staying at our house with Parker, and they are not quiet at all. The last thing I want is to listen to those two going at it like rabbits on the other side of the wall while I’m trying to fuck Ashlynn.

I awoke the next day with the world’s worst hangover, as did Ashlynn. We decided it was the perfect excuse to do absolutely nothing at all. So we opted to order out and be lazy all day, chilling at her beach house and watching movies. I never imagined I’d enjoy laying on a couch all day with a girl watching chick flicks. When Becca and Parker stopped by so she could change before they headed to the boardwalk, they got a kick out of busting my balls.

They can joke all they want, but I just don’t give a flying fuck. I groped Ashlynn’s boob and told them watching The Notebook was worth it if it meant I got to play with her tits all afternoon.

Becca called me a pig and rolled her eyes dramatically while Parker high-fived me, but the smile on Ashlynn’s face was all that mattered.

It’s now been five days since the party at Linc’s house, and five days since I began my new addiction, which is fucking Ashlynn every chance I get. She keeps yelling at me, saying she has to spend every second of the day on high alert, because she never knows when I’m going to get the urge to pounce on her.

I laugh every time and tell her it’s her fault for having the best pussy in South Carolina. I will gladly admit it to anyone who wants to listen that I can’t get enough of this girl.

Tonight is poker night at my place, so the boys and I have spent all afternoon getting our house ready for our friends to come over. We went to the store and bought tons of alcohol, cigars, chips, and beef jerky, because I love my beef jerky.

All the guys are on their way, so we just ordered pizzas and wings for dinner. As I’m getting all the chips poured into a bowl and Parker and Vance are getting us out some beers, the girls come bouncing through the door. They don’t even knock anymore.