Chapter 3
LINC
Ipulled away from Sunny’s mouth, my breathing hard. The same with my dick. It was always hard when we were close.
The day had turned cloudy, the skies dark and the rain intermittent. My car was a warm, private place, and we were taking full advantage of it.
Sunny’s eyes were clouded with desire, her lips swollen from mine. She followed my movements, her face staying close.
“More, baby.”
I groaned. Making out with her was, by far, my favorite thing to do. But we hadn’t gone much further. The back seat of my Honda wasn’t overly roomy, and I didn’t want our first time to be rushed and cliché. There was a lot of touching, groping, fondling, and kissing, but nothing else.
“I can’t,” I moaned as her tongue traced a path up my neck. “Sunny, you have to stop.”
I shouted as she ran her hand down my torso and pressed her hand to my cock that was straining against my jeans.
“I could make you feel good. Let me.”
She’d been demanding more every time we were together. I couldn’t resist her. I didn’t want to resist her.
“Only if you let me too.”
Straddling my thighs, she was every fantasy I had ever had, hovering over me.
The sunroof allowed the dim moonlight to filter into the back of the car as the clouds lifted.
Sunny’s hair was mussed from my hands, falling in masses of messy waves down her back.
Her loose T-shirt hung off her shoulders, the strap of her camisole pushed away by my eager hands.
I loved her soft skin. How it tasted under my tongue.
Felt under my touch. I wanted to feel all of it. All of her.
She bit her lip, then nodded. I pulled her back to my mouth.
In seconds, we were a mass of fingers and lips.
Her tongue on mine was sweet and soft. The sound of my zipper being pulled down was loud in the car—the metal teeth opening, her fingers fumbling on the button, and then the feel of her hand wrapped around my dick.
I groaned at the sensation. It was so different from my own hand. Smoother, more hesitant.
Better.
She began to stroke me. Gently.
“Harder, Sunny.” I wrapped my hand around hers. “Like this,” I whispered, my cock jumping as she worked me. “Yes. Like that.”
Our mouths fused together again. Bravely, I ran my hand up the back of her leg, slipping it between her thighs and finding the sweet secret they hid. I dipped my finger inside her, finding her slick and ready.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so soft. So wet.”
“I always am for you.”
Her words made me harder. Her hand around my dick made me frantic. The feel of her on my fingers made me want more. All of her.
But for now, I would settle for this. I knew we were both virgins. Learning each other for the first time. I wanted to make it good for her.
Her hand wrapped around my cock ensured it would be good for me.
The car filled with low gasps and moans.
The windows began to steam up. I stroked and teased, finding her clit and rolling it, listening to her reactions and trying to respond to them.
I sank one finger inside her, still playing with her clit.
She gasped and stroked me faster, rocking against my hand.
Our lips met in long, wet kisses, our tongues stroking and teasing.
She moved faster. Gripped me harder. My balls began to tighten, and I buried my head in her shoulder.
“Not gonna last,” I managed to grit out.
She gasped suddenly, arching over me, her body taut. I swear I saw stars as my own orgasm shot through me, and I came all over her hand, thrusting hard and not caring.
She collapsed on top of me, her warm weight welcome. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped.
She slapped my chest. “Language.”
I pushed her heavy hair away from her face. “I didn’t expect that.”
She lifted her head, meeting my gaze. “Me either, but it felt right.” She grinned. “In fact, it felt fucking awesome.”
I burst out laughing at her curse. She rarely ever swore, and if she did, it was something mild like hell or damn. Hearing her say fuck was sexy. In fact, it got me hard again. Her lying on top of me didn’t help.
She glanced at me, arching an eyebrow. I shrugged.
“What do you expect? I’m seventeen, and you just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Of course, I want more.”
“More than my hand?”
“I know we’re not ready for that. But whatever you want to give me, I’ll take.”
She smiled, tracing my jaw with her finger. “Just think, Linc. We have all summer. A whole summer of this. Of us.”
I grabbed her, kissing her hard. “Yeah. All summer.”
Ibraced my foot against the bottom of the deck and pulled at the rotted stump. It finally gave way, and I fell back into the dirt with a groan. I pushed the offending mass of roots and wood off me and stood, dusty, hot, and happier than I had felt in ages. I pulled off my shirt and wiped my face.
A throat clearing made me look up. Gerry Braun stood, his arms folded over his chest, studying me.
I had been at the camp for three days and worked my ass off.
This was no cushy assistant’s job. This was a do-whatever-has-to-be-done job, and although I was sure my father thought he was punishing me, I loved it.
Gerry approached, holding out a bottle of water. I accepted and downed it in long swallows, then pushed the sweaty hair off my forehead.
Silently, he handed me a brown bag, and I looked inside, grateful to see a thick sandwich and an apple. I sat down on the steps and began eating. Gerry sat next to me, placing another bottle of water on the steps beside me.
“Stay hydrated.”
I grunted around a mouthful of ham. His wife was a stellar cook, and I was going to enjoy eating this summer. If all my work was like this, I would burn it off fast and my father would never know.
“I’m almost done here, then I’ll replace those rotted boards of the dock.” I wadded up the wax paper and pulled out the apple, taking a huge bite.
Gerry turned and faced me. “I owe you an apology, kid.”
I swallowed before answering him. “Sorry, sir?”
He chuckled gruffly, shaking his head. He pushed back his ball cap and wiped his forehead.
“The camp’s been struggling the last couple years. When your father made the offer to sponsor it and give us some money, I was suspicious.” He side-eyed me. “I know he wants this land.”
I didn’t deny it. My father had ordered me to keep my eyes open and “find the weaknesses” at the camp.
“I want to find out what he needs, what makes him vulnerable, and make him an offer he can’t refuse,” he instructed. “Find it and tell me.”
My father’s words hadn’t surprised me. He didn’t do anything out of generosity, so I knew he would have a hidden agenda for having me here. Aside from creating space between Sunny and me.
I shrugged. “I don’t plan on helping him with that goal, sir.”
He nudged my shoulder. “Knock it off with the sir shit. It’s Gerry.”
I finished my apple. “Okay, Gerry.” I relaxed back against the step, and he mimicked my action.
“I thought you were going to be a lazy, rich little SOB. A brat I was going to have to babysit who would spend the summer lying on the dock and bothering my counselors.”
I started to laugh. “I don’t blame you.”
“You’re all right, kid. You’re a hard worker.” He admitted. “The list I gave you were things I haven’t been able or wanted to do myself. Hard, messy shit that, frankly, should have taken you a week, if not more. You’ve knocked it out in three days, and not once have you complained.”
I looked around. “What’s to complain about? I get to work outside, your wife’s cooking is incredible, and I can eat all I want. I can swim in the lake or the pool and go to sleep when I feel like it.” I couldn’t help but tease him. “Although a bed would be more welcome than a cot in the office.”
He stared at me for a moment. “You sound as if you’re tired of being told what to do, kid.”
“I am. I like it here. I work and get rewarded.”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, about that. Your father insisted I direct deposit your pay to an account he gave me.”
I wasn’t surprised. I had to account for every dollar I spent.
Every week, I handed over my journal of expenses and receipts.
My father would top up the cash I was allowed to have on hand and then give me back my credit card.
I never had more than a hundred dollars in my pocket or less than twenty.
It wasn’t that he felt I should have the money, but he kept up the image of being a good father and provider.
That he cared for his son’s well-being and looked after him.
He also refused to have his son look anything but well-off.
It was all a sham, but I liked to spend his money. It was the one retribution I had.
Thank God my father thought I was an airhead who smoked dope (no such thing as a receipt for weed), got the munchies (explained all the bills from the diner and grocery store when I visited Sunny), and bought a lot of condoms (an easy cover for treats I got for the girls at the drugstore).
Whatever extra I could skim went to much better use than sitting in his bank account.
I slipped tens and fives into Sunny’s wallet and dropped twenties into drawers at her mother’s.
I was sure they were onto me, but they let it alone.
I think they knew how important it was to me to help look after them. They looked after me in return.
The bottom line was that my father didn’t give a flying fuck if I screwed half the town and liked weed.
As long as I didn’t get caught, or get some girl pregnant, and I stayed away from him, it was fine.
If he knew the cash went to help Sunny, however, the punishment would be severe. I had experienced that already.
“Nothing you can do, Gerry. My father is my father.”
He’d dropped me here himself, not even turning off the engine as I got out, duffel bag in hand.
I wasn’t allowed my car for the summer. I had been late getting home from my night with Sunny, disturbed him coming in, and he was displeased with my explanation of where I had been.
My ribs still felt the ache from his displeasure, and then he took away my car.
“Find a way to the house Sunday or else,” were his last words.
Gerry tilted his head, studying me. “I think there’s a story, and I think you’re too private to share. But this is what I’m gonna do. I lowballed your father and told him this job paid way less than it does. So, every week, I’m gonna give you the difference. What you do with it is up to you.”
I blinked.
“And the room off the office? There’s a bed there and a private shower. It’s yours for the summer, kid.” He stood and brushed off his legs. “I’m wondering—is your father sending a car for you? I saw him drop you off and leave, but I know you have to see him on Sundays.”
I shook my head, now embarrassed. “No, sir, ah, Gerry. I’ll get up early and walk.”
“Five miles?”
I shrugged. “Good exercise.”
He shook his head. “Follow me.”
He led me to one of the outbuildings and opened the door. A two-person scooter sat inside, helmet on the handles. It was old, somewhat rusty, and needed a good wash. I looked at Gerry, who was watching me.
“You know anything about engines?”
“A little. A friend of mine is a grease monkey, and I help him sometimes.”
He handed me a set of keys. “Tune it up and fill it with gas. You can use it on Sundays and your other morning off.” He winked.
“I didn’t fail to notice the way a certain girl’s dark eyes lit up when she heard your name, or the way you casually asked to see the list of counselors and their days off.
Or how, interestingly enough, your two half days matched hers. ”
I ducked my head with a grin.
He paused on his way out of the shed. “Be sure to wear a helmet. The registration and ownership are in the little bag. Anything else you need, kid?”
I couldn’t help asking. “Another sandwich would be great.”
He grinned. “Get it yourself, kid. The missus loves to see you eat.”
I watched him walk away, feeling overwhelmed.
I wasn’t used to kindness, aside from Sunny and her family.
Most people treated me with kid gloves because of who my father was.
Some disliked me because of it, and others ignored me.
Indifference and hostility were the main reactions when people heard my name. I was used to it.
But I had earned Gerry’s respect. I wanted to continue to earn it.
I rolled the door closed and went to finish my chores.
But first, I was going to stop and get another sandwich.