Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
INDY
My face is on fire, heart in my throat. I can’t believe I just did that. I need to hide. Shoving the bathroom door open, I race to the stall and latch it, turning to sit and calm my heart.
What the fuck did I just do?
Oh God, her lips felt exactly as I imagined, firm and supple. Her dominant grip in my hair made my knees weak and–oh God.
I want to fuck her.
To have her fuck me.
I want to taste her skin, and see if she tastes how she smells, and show her how utterly gorgeous I think she is.
Fuck. I am so utterly fucked.
What the hell was I thinking? What was she thinking, bringing me out there like that?
No, this is on me. I should know better.
She works for my family, I shouldn’t risk everything my parents just got back for a fling.
Not even for a super hot redhead that wears cargo pants like a fashion statement, and tastes like the crispiest green apple on the tree.
But I want to. I want to so badly.
“Goose,” Lucy’s voice carries over the stall door and I close my eyes, willing her to go away. I’m already all sticky in my feelings, and her use of the nickname she gave me when we were kids isn’t helping. “You alright?”
“Fine, just peeing!” I yell, but even I hear the lie fall off my tongue. The same tongue that was just tangled with Summer's.
“Indy?” Another voice I recognize says from the next stall. “It’s Zaye, you okay?”
“Fine, fine,” I attempt nonchalantly.
Standing in the stall, face redder than a tomato, I contemplate my options. I could use Zaye as a cover, tell her some random person hit on me and I got flustered so I came in here.
No biggie, right? Only, Lucy can sniff out a lie before you even breathe it.
“I’m good, really Zaye, Lucy’s gonna take me home.” It’s the truth, I’ll beg if I have to.
“Oh-kay,” she says as the water turns on in the sink and then the paper towel dispenser cranks a few times.
When she’s gone, Lucy bangs on the door, “Open up, or so help me, I’ll crawl under. And you don’t want to deal with–”
“Ew,” I blurt, “I know Scott and LuAnna clean and all but…”
“Ew,” we say in unison, bursting into giggles.
“Are you sick?” Lucy asks, looking me over like a mama bear. “Did someone hurt you?”
“No,” I scoff, pushing past her to wash my hands. “I just need to go home, I’m sorry.”
Her hands land on my shoulders and she spins me around, wrapping me up in her arms. She holds me for a good minute before leaning back and saying, “You never have to be sorry for wantin’ to go home, Goose.”
“We’ve had this night planned for weeks, just us,” I start.
Slapping her hand over my mouth she shakes her head, “None of that, we already had dinner, and I basically begged you to come here with me. I’ll take you home, and you can tell me what’s really goin’ on.”
The two of us sneak out the back, not that we need to, Scott and LuAnna wouldn’t let us pay anyway. In the truck, Lucy cranks the engine and rolls our windows down before she pulls out of the lot and heads toward my cabin.
There’s an entrance separate from the house and farm, it’s mainly for camp use, but my cabin path branches off of that road.
I hardly ever use it, instead I keep my truck parked near Mama and Papa’s house out of habit.
Lucy heads that way, because it’s longer and she wants to wring every detail out of me.
“I kissed her,” I whisper, making Lucy choke the clutch and look my way once she gets the engine back on track.
“Excuse me? More details, miss ma’am.” She smiles.
“I kissed Summer.” Saying it out loud should be more terrifying, especially considering I liked it. “I kissed her, and it was…”
“Amazin’? Orgasmic?” She supplies, and it’s my turn to be goofy.
“No. Yes?” I smirk, bringing my fingers to my lips. They tingle, little prickles of heat where her lips had once been.
“So spill,” she squeals.
“She’s so hot and cold, mysterious and sexy, I’ve only spent a couple days with her, and I feel like I don’t know anythin’ about her, but I still…”
She hums in response, turning onto the dirt road that leads to the camp.
“And, what was it like?”
“Perfect?” I giggle, turning in my seat to face her once she parks the truck. “Her hands just fell into place, the way she grabbed my hair.”
“Oooooo,” Lucy sings, “you liked it!”
“She’s employed at the farm,” I sigh, curling my shoulders in.
“And?” Lucy laughs, “What’s that got to do with you kissin’?”
“Isn’t that like, a conflict of interest?”
She laughs harder, and places her hand on my knee, “Oh, Goose, it’s not like you’re in love with her. A summer full of sex and sun sounds like a good time to me.”
“I’m sure it does,” I scoff, popping open my door and leaning down to look at her again. “I don’t want the farm to suffer.”
“What about you, Indy?” Her eyes soften and she tilts her head, her blonde curls falling over her shoulder. “You still have to live a life worth livin’.”