24
Sunday July 5th
Blake
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Lexi says as I carefully guide the canoe off the dock in the pitch darkness of an eerily still night. “If we end up in the water, I will be so mad at you, Blake Boden.”
“I promise we won’t.” My laugh is quiet as I use the paddle to guide us toward the center of the lake, my sights set on a discreet bank I noticed this afternoon. It’s about half a mile from where we are and on the opposite side of the lake, but it’s a spot Ace said his dad and Lexi’s uncle Jude had cleared out just for their Fourth of July fireworks antics. There are chairs and a firepit and even a fucking electrical outlet they had put in a few years ago so they can play music.
It’s well after two in the morning, and after the wild day of celebrating and shooting off fireworks without any casualties, everyone is asleep inside the house.
I was almost asleep too—until I got the text. Lexi’s name lit up my phone with the simple demand: Meet me at the dock.
Tiredness evaporated, I didn’t hesitate to leave a snoring Ace and Gunnar to sneak out of the house and give in to her demands.
“Where are you taking us exactly?” she asks, and I glance over my shoulder to where she sits behind me.
“Just a little spot I know.”
“A little spot you know?” She laughs. “How many times have you even been to this lake house, again?”
“Just this once, but I’ve really gotten the lay of the land.”
She rolls her pretty eyes at me, but I just turn around and focus on paddling.
“Only a few more minutes, Lex, and I’ll have your grumpy little ass safely on land.”
“I’m not grumpy,” she counters, her tone sharp with wit. “I’m simply being pragmatic about the probability of our capsizing and sinking to the depths of an unlit lake at two in the morning. Dive teams may find our bodies, but given how much effort I’ve put into living, that doesn’t seem like much consolation.”
I smirk but concentrate on easing the canoe toward the bank, careful not to jostle us too much as the front bumps into land. Since her whole ramble was based on the need for me to keep us safe, I think it’s a fair use of my skills of prioritization.
Without delay, I hop out, willingly tolerating the water that’s soaking my sneakers, and reach forward to lift Lexi into my arms before I grab the blanket I brought from the house and toss it over my shoulder.
“Oh my God!” she exclaims on a giggle. “What are you doing?”
“Keeping my promise,” I tell her, smiling down at her as I carry us toward dry land. “After all that complaining from your pretty little lips, there was no way in hell I was going to let even a drop of water get on you.”
She rolls her eyes at me again, but fuck, it’s so adorable that I can’t stop myself from leaning in and pressing my lips to hers. Our kiss lasts longer than I expect, and I have to stop my forward progress because it’s so fucking distracting.
A little moan escapes her throat, and I swallow it down as I kiss her harder.
“Lex?” I whisper against her persistent mouth. “What are you trying to do to me here, babe?”
“Convince you to have sex with me.”
“Convince me?” I say, leaning back to meet her eyes. I’m smiling like a fool. “I can assure you I’m already convinced.”
She just stares at me, her big blue eyes searching mine. “Prove it.”
When she asked me to meet her on the dock and I got the idea to come to this bank for privacy, I didn’t have this in mind. But I didn’t not have this in mind either.
Without overanalyzing the whys and hows of holding back from having sex with the fucking girl of my dreams, I know the effort hasn’t been made in vain. The looks, the texts, the begging—Lexi has completely left her avoidance in the past, and I know I have taking it slow to thank for the change.
Still, for all the success they’ve achieved, the past two weeks have been nothing short of a master class in restraint. And even for a guy like me who prides himself on his discipline, Lexi Winslow has tested every ounce of it.
But she’s not just another girl. She’s not even a maybe-this-could-turn-into-something girl. To me, she’s the girl.
And once I have her—fully, completely—there’s no coming back from it. For me or her.
It’ll be real, and with the way Lexi’s track record with me has been skittish from the start, I can’t risk rushing this and losing her.
She’s too fucking special to me.
I guide us over toward the chairs that are placed around a small firepit and sit her down in one of them before I remove the blanket from my shoulder and unfold it over the grass. The light of the moon is the only thing that’s guiding our movements, but my eyes have adjusted so well to the darkness that I don’t miss the way Lexi watches me with already hooded eyes the entire time.
Once I have the blanket spread out, Lexi rises to her feet. She slips off her flip-flops and steps onto the blanket, and with her gaze purposefully locked with mine, she starts to remove her clothes.
Her tank top is first, then her bra and jean shorts. And her black cotton panties are the last thing that leaves her body before she’s standing before me, beautifully bared with the glow of the moon bouncing off her naked skin.
“Fuck,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair as I kneel down before her. I grip her thighs as I look up to meet her big blue eyes. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
A shuddering breath escapes her lungs, and I lean forward to press soft kisses to each of her thighs. I move my lips to her belly and press kisses there too. But eventually, the temptation of her perfect pink pussy is too much for me, and I lift one of her thighs over my shoulder and bury my face between her legs.
She’s wet and sweet on my mouth, and I can’t stop myself from sliding my tongue inside her to feel how warm and tight she is.
My cock is already hard, damn near capable of cutting through steel, but I focus all my attention on Lexi and how good she tastes and how good she feels and how fucking amazing it is to hear her moans escape her throat.
It’s not long before her hands are gripping my hair and she’s bracing herself through the waves of her orgasm. Her arousal coats my tongue, and I savor every fucking drop she gives me.
Her body grows lax against mine, and I carefully brace her in my arms as I ease her down onto the blanket until she’s lying on her back. And when she blinks her eyes open, locking them with mine, they’re hazy and off focus in the best kind of way.
She reaches out to grip the elastic of my shorts, and before I know it, her hand is inside my boxer briefs, stroking my hard cock.
Fuck.
My eyes shut of their own accord, and Lexi takes it upon herself to pull my shorts and briefs down so my cock is bared to the warm, night air.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers into my ear, pressing kisses to my neck and face and lips as she continues to stroke me. “I need it, Blake.”
Double fuck.
She adjusts her body so she’s straddling my hips, her bare pussy taking the place of her hand and just barely brushing against my dick. I look up at her, completely entranced by how fucking beautiful this girl is.
She’s everything. Fucking everything.
“Do you have contraception?” she asks, and I nod, reaching into the pocket of my shorts to pull out a condom. She snatches it from my hand, tearing the wrapper with her fucking teeth and sliding it down my cock before I can even process what is happening.
But when she starts to lift her hips, her focus solely on getting me inside her, I take control, gripping her waist and flipping her onto her back.
“Are you sure?” I whisper, my lips brushing hers. “Because…you know…we don’t have to rush this. We could—”
“Blake,” she begs. “Please. We’ve waited long enough.”
Disciplined from years of boot-camp-style football training or not, there’s no fucking way I can say no right now. I want this just as much as she does. Hell, I probably want it more, but it’s not for the pure act of sex itself.
It’s because it’s her .
It’s because it’s Lexi.
My dream girl. Only in real life, she’s better than in dreams.