Free I Hate Summer by HT Pantu Page A

voice was lower and more sultry than I had intended it to be.
    He gasped again, sucking in breath between those lips of his.
    “You want to fuck me?” he whispered as he leaned in toward me. His voice was so low it was almost not there and yet it overflowed with promise, whispering to me that he would let me do exactly that. I pressed my eyes shut to block out the image. They flashed open again as I felt a hand slide over my knee. Josh was staring at my crotch and was inching his hand slowly up my thigh. I grabbed his wrist.
    “I said no,” I grumbled. My body was betraying me, and for the third time in less than an hour, blood made its merry way into my groin. I wasn’t completely hard, but it was enough.
    “But I… I’d like to try.”
    “Shitting hell,” I hissed as my patience and control were seriously tested. I was actually starting to wonder if I should escape for an hour in the night and find somewhere to pull myself off, because if things like this were going to continue, I was going to need the stress relief.
    “Please don’t put me in this situation, Josh. Yer a sweet boy, and yer cute, but I am not going to do anything with ye, understand?”
    He considered me through hooded eyes. His breathing was shallow now, and despite myself I found my gaze drifting down and alighting on the bulge between his legs.
    “I think it’s safe to assume ye like boys, by the way,” I grumbled—try it out, my ass.
    “Yeah.” He licked his lips again, and he glanced over my shoulder. His gaze darkened and I wondered what he’d seen. But when I looked back, none of our siblings were looking our way. “I won’t try anything this week—I promise. If you promise to kiss me when I’m sixteen.”
    So he wasn’t checking his brother’s reaction so much as taking a leaf from his book. It should have hardly surprised me.
    “Fine,” I agreed easily because I wouldn’t see Josh for another year—by which time he’d probably have gotten over his crush on me, and if he hadn’t, a kiss wasn’t a big deal, especially given he hadn’t specified what kind of kiss. He opened his mouth to say something else, but I cut him off. “Don’t push yer luck. A kiss is all yer getting.”
    “Fine,” he huffed. I smiled at him and his slightly peeved look evaporated instantly into a glazed look of lust. Which was very flattering, but not what my body needed right now.
    “I’m going to bed.” I gave a weary shake of my head as I took myself and the rest of my beer to the blissfully uncomplicated isolation of my tent.
    Of course, that didn’t last long. I was wrapped up in my sleeping bag, staring at the ceiling with my hard-on just about gone, when the sound of Trystan unzipping the tent broke my bliss. I didn’t pretend to be asleep; I just continued to stare straight up with my hands behind my head while he clambered in beside me.
    I silently groaned in frustration and wished I had refused beer as the sight of Trystan’s back twisting as he settled into place left a tingling sensation in my hips. What the hell was wrong with me? Fair enough, I usually had sex more often than this, but it wasn’t as if I was incapable of going for a week—or at least it shouldn’t have been.
    I tried to think of other things.
    That became increasingly impossible as a hand slid between the open sides of my sleeping bag and pulled me across the tent and against a hot and solid body.
    “At least pretend to be asleep first, idiot,” I muttered and realized my lack of struggle made my words very unconvincing.
    “I’m drunk, no need.” He pressed the hot words into my neck as his feet found mine, his toes slipping along the arch where his hand had been earlier.
    “Ye had five beers. Yer not drunk, yer bloody shameless.” They hadn’t even been pint bottles.
    “You’re the shameless one; I thought you were going to fuck my brother right there next to the fire.”
    “Hmm, it was tempting.”
    Next to my ear I heard a growl, and it