She leaves in six days, and that’s that. I’ll go off to school, and so will she. We will live our separate lives and remember this summer fling for what it is—a fling. I’m preoccupied and don’t realize when Holden comes up behind me and starts talking. I jump out of my boots and spin around to face him.
“Jesus Christ, Holden.”
He gives me a full belly laugh and puts his hand over his flat stomach. “I figured you heard me. Sorry, man. I’m coming to saddle up Duke. The Carringtons want a guide for some horse riding.”
“All of them are going?”
“Yup. The four of them. Wanna help me?”
We work together to get the five horses saddled up, and as I pull the strap tight on Daisy, the family walks into the barn.
“Good morning, how did you all sleep?” I ask, helping Holden walk the horses out of the barn.
“Very well, thank you,” Mrs. Carrington replies in her British lilt.
All four of them have very similar features—blonde hair, fair skin, and strong jaws. Mrs. Carrington and Reina both have green eyes, while Russ and Mr. Carrington have blue eyes. Both mother and daughter are petite, with a rosy tint on their cheeks. Russ looks like an ass with his polo shirt and khaki pants, but their dad looks like a nice man. He is tall and slender, and the longer I look at him, the more I see where Russ got his looks.
Okay, so maybe Russ doesn’t look like an ass. I’m pissed off he interrupted us last night and seemed to eye fuck my girl in the process.
Not my girl.
I rub my forehead and help get them settled on their horses before waving bye to everyone. Lana peeks around the corner, and I smile when I see her. She’s in a pair of shorts and a tank top with a pair of flip flops. Her hair is done in braided pigtails, and I want to give them each a little tug. I reach for her, and she shakes her head.
“Come to my cabin in ten minutes. I have a surprise for you.”
“No good morning kiss? No, hey Tristan, how are you today?” I tilt my head to the side and smile.
“No time. Do as I ask and don’t question it.”
She runs away, and I fight the urge to run after her. I finish picking up as Mr. and Mrs. Robinson walk by, talking about taking a boat out for fishing. I stay out of sight until they pass and hurry down to Lana’s cabin. I knock on the door and wait patiently for her to answer.
She cracks the door and pulls me in. When my eyes adjust to the dim light, she’s standing there, wrapped in a towel.
“What are you doing, Lana?” I ask, frozen in my spot.
“Come with me.” She walks to her bedroom, and I follow. When I walk through the archway, she closes the door and locks it. “Mom and Dad should be gone for about an hour.” Suddenly, she seems nervous. She pulls her towel closer around her body and looks at her feet. “Tristan? Do you have condoms with you?”
I swallow hard. Fuck. She wants to do this now? I open my mouth to speak, but she cuts me off.
Her face drops. “Shit. You don’t, do you? I should have told you, so you could prepare. I just figured you carried them with you.”
I place my hands on her cheeks and make her look at me. “I have them with me. Are you sure this is what you want? We don’t have to. There are other things I can teach you.”
Her hazel eyes are wide, and her pink lips are slightly parted. Her tongue pokes out as she wets her lips and nods slowly. She drops the towel and stands before me—naked. I take a step back to fully take her in and lower my eyes over her curves, taking each of them in.
“Lie on the bed.”
She sits and scoots her body up, placing her head on the pillows. I kneel at the end of the bed and wrap my arms around her thighs, pulling her to me. I place kisses up the side of her legs and graze my fingers down her skin, goosebumps rising in the path. She lets out a contented sigh, and as I reach the apex of her legs, she opens her legs wider for me. I nudge her clit with my nose, hesitating, and smell her arousal permeating the air around us.
“Lana, have you been reading dirty books? Is that why you’re so turned on and wet?” My breath caresses her folds, and she shivers.
“Yes,” she practically whispers. “Please, Tristan. We don’t have a lot of time.”
I lick her from ass to clit with a flat, firm tongue, and she wiggles her hips in pleasure. She tugs my hair, pulling me closer to her, and I dig in like a man gone mad. Her scent fills me completely as I fuck her with my tongue and add a finger, pumping it in and out of her. My dick is so hard against my jeans it almost hurts.
“More, Tristan,” she moans, lost in her pleasure. She grinds her hips on me, putting my tongue where she needs it most. Her grip on my hair borders on being painful, and I hiss when she pulls exceptionally hard.
“Let go,” I moan against her. I replace my tongue with my thumb and kiss up her body as my fingers continue to stroke her most intimate parts. I pull her rose-colored nipple into my mouth and suck on it like my life depends on it.
