Feels Like Summertime(51)
Jake
Dinner with my ex-wife, the man she threw me over for, and the woman I’m falling in love with… Could this day get any better?
We gave Fred and Laura the keys to one of the empty cabins, some extra clothes, and they’re going to stay over and leave in the morning. They’re currently letting the baby take a quick nap before we all have to help Pop make burgers for the campers.
“Is this going to be really strange for you?” Katie asks as we go inside the house. She’s still dripping from her dip in the lake, but she’s smiling.
“You could just shoot me and put me out of my misery. I’ll give you the gun.”
I close the door behind me and look around. The house is completely empty. The kids are with Dan and Adam, and I have no idea where Pop is.
“Shh,” I say, waving my hand in the air to shush her.
She freezes. “What?”
“Do you hear that?” I whisper.
“No,” she whispers back. “I don’t hear anything.”
“Exactly!” I yell loudly. She flinches and then she starts to laugh. It’s one of the great big belly laughs that I love so much. I’ve never heard anyone laugh like Katie. “We are alone!”
I grab her by the belt loop and pull her back against me, her back to my front, and I nuzzle her neck. She tips her head to the side to give me more room, and she sucks in a breath. “We’re alone?” she asks quietly, her voice suddenly husky. The sound of it shoots straight to my dick.
“Yes.” I spin her around in my arms and tip her face up so she looks into my eyes. “What do you think we should do with the time?”
“I can think of a few things.” She takes my hand and pulls me toward her bedroom.
“Katie,” I halfheartedly protest as she pulls me into the room.
“What?” she says as she closes the door behind us. “You should take a shower. You smell like Lake Fisher.”
She starts to unbutton the shirt she’s wearing. Her fingers work slowly and methodically until her shirt falls open.
I reach behind me and lock her door.
“I smell like Lake Fisher too,” she says, staring into my eyes as she shrugs off her wet shirt. She turns to walk into the bathroom, wearing nothing but a serviceable white nursing bra and damp jean shorts. She leaves the door open as she turns the shower on. I can see her reach behind her and unhook the bra, and then she shrugs it off. Her eyes catch mine as she stares at me over her shoulder. She’s slender, but soft and curvy.
“Jake,” she says. She unbuttons her jean shorts and shoves them down her legs along with her panties. “The least you could do is come help me clean up, since you were the one who threw me into the lake.” Her bottom is nice and round, and her hips… God.
I swipe a hand down my face and blow out a breath as Katie smiles at me and disappears behind the shower curtain. I drop onto the edge of her bed. Is this happening? Really?
Two minutes later, the water cuts off. Oh, shit. I deliberated too long. Katie storms out of the bathroom. She has a towel wrapped like a turban around her head, and a second one is wrapped around her body, tucked between her breasts.
“Get out of my room, Jake,” she says. Her tone is clipped and I know I just messed up.
“I was thinking—”
“Well, go think in your own room,” she snaps. She sits down on the edge of the bed and steps into a dry pair of panties. She shimmies them up her hips without dropping the towel.
“I don’t want to go think in my room.” I swipe my hand down my face again. “I want to think right here.”
“You’re getting my bed all wet,” she complains.
“Sorry,” I murmur. She’s getting dressed and I let the opportunity slip me by. “I don’t want to rush things,” I say.
“Jake, I get it. You don’t have to explain.”
“You get what?”
“Don’t make this any harder, okay?” She blows out a breath. “Just go.” I get up and she spins around to face me. “You could have just told me.”
“Told you what?”
“That you…don’t want me…that way.” She sniffles.
Huh? “You think I don’t want you?” I take her hand and put it on the damp crotch of my shorts. “Does that feel like I don’t want you?” Her hand explores the evidence of my arousal in my shorts.
“Oh,” she says. Her cheeks turn pink. Her voice gets soft. “Why didn’t you come and join me?”
“I wasn’t prepared.”
“Oh! You mean you have to take something?” She suddenly looks worried.
“Oh, God, no! I don’t have to take anything!” This is going from bad to worse. “My junk works just fine.” I heave out a sigh. “I don’t have any condoms.”
Recognition finally dawns on her face. “Oh. I didn’t even think about that.”
“I did.” I step toward her and bracket her face with my hands. “I want to be inside you more than I want anything. But I also want to be responsible. I don’t want to do anything to hurt you.”
She shakes her head. “I was stupid.”
I kiss her, because she’s there and her lips are waiting. She kisses me back, stepping up onto her tiptoes so she can kiss me harder. Her tongue meets mine, and I’m afraid I might come in my shorts. “I want to see you,” I say, as I hook my finger in the towel that’s wrapped around her body. She shakes her head free of the one wrapped around her hair. Both the towels fall to the floor.