him though, and also very nervous. How could he
possibly be able to accept my lack of wealth, my uncertain job future? Not that
what we were doing had any bearing on what happened in a week and a half when I
left Camp Silver. I needed to not think bigger than what we had. In that was
trouble I couldn’t possibly deal with.
“I don’t think he’s a bad guy, Shannon. I like him very
much. If anyone understands how hard it is to have trouble with a father, it’s
me.”
She nodded. “I just didn’t want you to have a bad opinion of
him. I know he hasn’t been very nice to you.”
You have no idea , I thought. I was about to tell her
the truth, tell her how he makes my heart break through my chest, how turned on
his dark, intense gaze makes me. How much I love the soft vulnerability that
overtakes him in the dark when nothing separates our bodies. Mrs. Silver
appeared then, her arms full of warm, fluffy towels.
“There you girls are! Ready for a swim? Meredith sent these
down for you.”
Shannon gave a little shriek and took the towels from her mom.
“Pool time! If the boys are going to go out on the boat and talk about guy
things, we’ll have to slave ourselves to the sun and talk about girl things.
What do girls talk about again, Trixie?”
“Boys,” I answered and followed her into the pool area.
“That’s right! What do boys talk about?”
Eva appeared beside us and leveled a gaze on me that just
about knocked me over. “They talk about women. Too bad, girls.”
“Ouch, pull those claws in, girlfriend.” Shannon made a claw
motion and Eva rolled her eyes, wandered to a chair under an umbrella and got
down to stripping off most of her clothing. “What crawled into her oatmeal and
died?”
“I have no idea,” I answered, but that was a lie.
***
The boys did not return until late when the beach was
buzzing with staff, tables, food, and drinks. There were even presents, I had
no idea how they managed all of this from their cell phones, but Jonah,
Shannon, and I had actual graduation presents on a table. With freaking balloons.
While Shannon held court over the cousins on the beach, I
snuck away behind the pool house where I’d seen Jonah carry a stack of life
jackets.
I snuck up on him, pressed my palms against his back, kissed
his spine through the thin material of his shirt. He was still warm from being
under the sun for so long. He turned, had me pinned by the wrists against the
wall of the pool house before I even knew what was happening.
“Naughty girl.” He leaned his face into my throat, breathed
me in like oxygen. “You smell like coconut and chlorine. I’ve missed you.”
“What did you boys do out there all day? I’m told you must
have been talking about women.”
He nipped at my throat, moved to the other side and locked
his mouth along the soft curve between my neck and shoulder. “Yes, women.
International trading and women. I bragged about my conquest of you. Regaled
them with tales of your,” he groaned when I pressed my hips into his. He was
solid, straining against his shorts. “Mmmm, talents.”
“Liar.”
“It’s true, Miss Nosy who can’t mind her own business. In a
moment of incredible stupidity and too many beers, I told my father I’d tell
him about you when I was ready. He seemed surprised I had a you to tell him
about. I think it pleased him, he stopped complaining about my career choices
immediately. Then he said there was merit in having the Silver name brandished
across the world.”
I grinned, pleased with him, pleased with myself, and he
flushed briefly before reasserting his hips against mine. “I’m still angry with
you though. Someone needs to deal with that mouth of yours.”
I wiggled my wrists free and pushed him back, fell to my
knees in front of him. He groaned, as I unzipped his shorts.
“I think I have an idea about what we can do about my
mouth.” I eagerly started unzipping him. He sucked in a breath and leaned his
hands
possibly be able to accept my lack of wealth, my uncertain job future? Not that
what we were doing had any bearing on what happened in a week and a half when I
left Camp Silver. I needed to not think bigger than what we had. In that was
trouble I couldn’t possibly deal with.
“I don’t think he’s a bad guy, Shannon. I like him very
much. If anyone understands how hard it is to have trouble with a father, it’s
me.”
She nodded. “I just didn’t want you to have a bad opinion of
him. I know he hasn’t been very nice to you.”
You have no idea , I thought. I was about to tell her
the truth, tell her how he makes my heart break through my chest, how turned on
his dark, intense gaze makes me. How much I love the soft vulnerability that
overtakes him in the dark when nothing separates our bodies. Mrs. Silver
appeared then, her arms full of warm, fluffy towels.
“There you girls are! Ready for a swim? Meredith sent these
down for you.”
Shannon gave a little shriek and took the towels from her mom.
“Pool time! If the boys are going to go out on the boat and talk about guy
things, we’ll have to slave ourselves to the sun and talk about girl things.
What do girls talk about again, Trixie?”
“Boys,” I answered and followed her into the pool area.
“That’s right! What do boys talk about?”
Eva appeared beside us and leveled a gaze on me that just
about knocked me over. “They talk about women. Too bad, girls.”
“Ouch, pull those claws in, girlfriend.” Shannon made a claw
motion and Eva rolled her eyes, wandered to a chair under an umbrella and got
down to stripping off most of her clothing. “What crawled into her oatmeal and
died?”
“I have no idea,” I answered, but that was a lie.
***
The boys did not return until late when the beach was
buzzing with staff, tables, food, and drinks. There were even presents, I had
no idea how they managed all of this from their cell phones, but Jonah,
Shannon, and I had actual graduation presents on a table. With freaking balloons.
While Shannon held court over the cousins on the beach, I
snuck away behind the pool house where I’d seen Jonah carry a stack of life
jackets.
I snuck up on him, pressed my palms against his back, kissed
his spine through the thin material of his shirt. He was still warm from being
under the sun for so long. He turned, had me pinned by the wrists against the
wall of the pool house before I even knew what was happening.
“Naughty girl.” He leaned his face into my throat, breathed
me in like oxygen. “You smell like coconut and chlorine. I’ve missed you.”
“What did you boys do out there all day? I’m told you must
have been talking about women.”
He nipped at my throat, moved to the other side and locked
his mouth along the soft curve between my neck and shoulder. “Yes, women.
International trading and women. I bragged about my conquest of you. Regaled
them with tales of your,” he groaned when I pressed my hips into his. He was
solid, straining against his shorts. “Mmmm, talents.”
“Liar.”
“It’s true, Miss Nosy who can’t mind her own business. In a
moment of incredible stupidity and too many beers, I told my father I’d tell
him about you when I was ready. He seemed surprised I had a you to tell him
about. I think it pleased him, he stopped complaining about my career choices
immediately. Then he said there was merit in having the Silver name brandished
across the world.”
I grinned, pleased with him, pleased with myself, and he
flushed briefly before reasserting his hips against mine. “I’m still angry with
you though. Someone needs to deal with that mouth of yours.”
I wiggled my wrists free and pushed him back, fell to my
knees in front of him. He groaned, as I unzipped his shorts.
“I think I have an idea about what we can do about my
mouth.” I eagerly started unzipping him. He sucked in a breath and leaned his
hands
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