Summer Dreaming (Hot in the Hamptons Book 1) Read Free

plastic cup filled with ice next to me, and a phone to my ear, I tried to blend in as requested.
    The money I earned during my summers had bankrolled my trips around the world during the off-season. But at the end of this one, I’d be headed out for a different kind of adventure.
    I wasn’t going to work parties since I wanted to enjoy the summer nights before I headed to boot camp, but my buddy had a hot date and had pleaded with me to take his spot. I was all about helping a bro out, especially when I had nothing going on tonight. Hot Rod Chick hadn’t called and I wasn’t going to hold my breath. So what if every time my phone rang I looked at the screen hoping for an ‘unknown number’ to pop up.
    I told myself, it’s for the best. One taste of Kelsey and I’d need another and then another. I knew this because I was full of shit. I’d been smiling like an idiot all day just thinking about her. It bothered me that she hadn’t called even if it had only been twelve hours since she’d typed my number into her phone.
    “It’s for the best,” I repeated to myself. Summer romances never lasted. And that’s all it could ever be. Once I entered boot camp, my life wouldn’t be my own.
    I had always dreamed of serving my country. I had been anxious to see the summer fly by, that was until I’d met Kelsey. The prospect of spending the summer in her arms made me want to slow down time. But she hadn’t called.
    Lifeguarding had always been more than a seasonal job. I loved the lifestyle, and I admit, I loved the rush that came with rescuing a life, but it wasn’t a career path unless I moved to a place like California. College had never been on my radar. Not that I was stupid, far from it, but I was what you’d call a ‘hands on’ type of guy.
    Too bad I’d never get them on that Hot Rod Chick’s smoking body.
    Over the blaring hip-hop music, I heard a lounge chair scratching along the brick patio. I ignored it. I was responsible for the pool and nothing else.
    “No!” A loud female voice with a Southern accent had my head snapping up.
    Kelsey.
    Kelsey, who hadn’t called.
    Kelsey, who was letting a trust fund pussy, paw at her body.
    No, not letting. She pushed away from him and made eye contact with me.
    Her pretty mouth worded, “Save me.”
    Well, in or out of the water, I was lifeguard first.
    To prevent a scene, I quickly decided to play the boyfriend angle. Yeah, right. I wanted to claim that girl as mine and make sure the only hands exploring those curves were my own. “Kelsey, babe. I’ve been looking for you.”
    “Sean!”
    Saying my name in her now sweet drawl drove me wild. What would she sound like when I made her come?
    “You didn’t say you had a boyfriend,” said the trust fund pussy.
    “She shouldn’t have to. No, means, no,” I said.
    “Sometimes, it means maybe.”
    “ Maybe , this will make it more clear.” Kelsey stomped on the guy’s bare foot with the spiked heel of her shoe. The ruffles at the bottom of her yellow mini dress flounced showing off more leg than I supposed she intended. I itched to play with the fabric and find out what lay beneath.
    “Bitch.”
    I wasn’t the jealous type, so when a wave of possessiveness flooded my body, it took me by surprise. My hand curled into a fist, but Kelsey’s fingers caressed mine, easing the rage to a ripple.
    “Creeper,” said Kelsey.
    With a slight limp, the trust fund pussy skulked off into the throng of partiers.
    “Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
    If that little show was anything to go by, then she hadn’t needed my help at all.
    The scent of vanilla wafted in the air, tempting me to nuzzle the delicate curve of her neck. I leaned forward and whispered, “Too bad you didn’t require mouth-to-mouth. It’s one my specialties.” I pulled back so I could see her reaction.
    Her eyes widened. “Oh, lifeguard humor.”
    I lifted her hand, brushing a kiss on her wrist. “It’s no joke.”
    She tugged on her