Page 2 of Summer Heat
“So this is the famous Jilly?” I hear someone say, and I look over Easton’s shoulder to see two guys standing there.
“This is her,” Easton says as he looks at me with something like pride. “Jilly, these are my boys Aaron and Jayce.”
“Hey,” I say and then feel Easton kiss my temple before lowering me to my feet.
“Are you ready to go?” Easton asks.
“Where are we going?” I feel a surge of excitement when he takes my gym bag from me and then slides his hand in mine.
“I thought we’d go to the lake,” he says and nods to the dark-haired friend. “Aaron’s got a boat, and he wants to take it out.”
“Oh my gosh, yes!” I’m practically bouncing on my toes as we walk out of the house and climb into the truck.
Aaron is driving, so Jayce takes the front passenger seat while Easton and I sit in the back. As soon as Easton climbs in beside me, he pulls me against him and slides his hands between my thighs. He cups the bare skin in a possessive hold and grins. I grin back and finally admit to myself how much I’ve missed him this year.
Sure, he came home for the holidays, but it wasn’t the same. Our parents were always watching us so closely that we couldn’t have the alone time like we used to. This feels like something new and exciting because they aren’t here to watch us, and I don’t have to leave to go to work. We’ve got all day and maybe all night. Easton knows our parents are in Greece, so we could have the whole house to ourselves.
“I can see why East never wanted to party,” Jayce says as he glances back at me.
Aaron turns on to the road and glances back in his rearview mirror. “It makes a lot more sense now.”
“What do you mean?” I laugh, looking over at Easton.
“Why bother looking for a hookup when you’ve got a girlfriend this hot back home?” Jayce says in answer.
My cheeks flush with embarrassment that Jayce called me hot. But I’m also stuck on the word girlfriend. Did Easton not tell him that I’m his sister?
“Don’t worry, your man was a saint the whole time. Never once saw him so much as look at another girl.”
Easton’s hand on my thigh tightens, and there’s a warm, achy feeling growing in my belly. “I told them my girl was worth waiting for.”
I press my lips together to keep from smiling like a lunatic, but it’s no use. I check to make sure they’re not looking back here when I turn to Easton and raise a questioning eyebrow. He shrugs and bends down to place a kiss on my lips.
More heat rises up my neck when he moves his lips to my ear and whispers, “The great thing about leaving home is nobody knows our story.”
Chapter Two
JILLY
Easton’s words surprise me, but they also stir that hot ache between my legs that only he can conjure. He’s right, though. Aaron and Jayce don’t know me or our story. All they know is what Easton has told them. Which means as far as they know, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. And if they already assume we’re together, then…
As if Easton is reading my mind, the hand he has on my bare thigh moves higher. “I’ve been telling them for weeks how I couldn’t wait to see you.” He leans forward and kisses me on my cheek and then my neck as his hand moves even higher. “Did you miss me as much as I missed you?”
My eyes flicker to the front of the truck, and I can see Aaron watching us in the rearview mirror. Jayce has his visor down, and he’s not really trying to hide the fact that he’s watching too.
“You know I did,” I whisper to him, but the music in the truck isn’t loud enough to mask my answer. I know they all heard me.
“Yeah?” Easton asks, completely ignoring the other two guys watching us.
When I turn to look at him, I can see that desperate excitement in his eyes that I’m all too familiar with. “I missed you like crazy, East.” I cup his cheek and then lean forward to place a kiss on his lips. It’s the first time I’ve ever kissed him in front of people, and in a strange way it’s nice. It feels good to have this thing we always did in secret out in the open. Even if the guys up front don’t really know the whole story.
“How much?” He urges me to answer as his hand moves to the front of my shorts.
My lips part, and when he kisses me this time, his tongue slides against mine. I’m getting hotter by the second, but that’s what happens when Easton gets his hands on me. “Too much,” I say against his mouth when he unbuttons my shorts.
“Let me see how much.” When his hand goes down the front of my shorts, I don’t stop him.
It’s been too damn long, and I know we probably shouldn’t let the guys in the front seat watch, but this is how it always is with us. The second he touches me, nothing else matters. I guess Easton doesn’t care either because when his fingers dip inside my bathing suit bottoms and he finds my wet pussy, he groans in appreciation.