Moment in Time, book 1 of the Summer House Series

Chapter Four

Copyright 2015 Lisa Mondello (All Rights Reserved)

Chapter Four

Bobby

The last time I'd woken up next to a girl I'd just met, I ended up marrying her. Of course, I had been naked, stinking from a night of drinking and hung over and sore from a night of wild fucking a pretty girl I'd met at a party.

None of that happened last night, although the fucking part was offered a few times throughout the night when Jenna rolled over, grabbed my dick and started kissing my neck. Call me stupid, but somehow getting it on with a girl who only moments before was whimpering softly in her sleep was low even for me. Jenna had finally fallen asleep next to me just before the day began to light up the room.

And I was being a dick by leaving her without saying a word.

I walk down the stairs and think about where I'd left my sandals. My stomach is empty and I realize the sandals are still on the deck along with the two uneaten dinners I'd bought before coming over last night and finding Jenna a mess on the porch.

The morning air is cooler than the house as I step out onto the back porch. If I hurry, I can make it back to the Wayside Inn before anyone is up. Deciding to come over to The Bluffs last night wasn't the worst idea I'd ever had. But it certainly hadn't been a good one. I'd had more than a few opportunities to get up and leave Jenna's bed. But I'd stayed.

I grab my sandals and quickly take the steps down to the cold sand. As I run along the beach, feeling the stiffness in my body right down to my bones, the reason I stayed is clear. The last time I'd been with a woman as beautiful as Jenna, I'd been married to her. I'd felt her naked body next to mine many times.

And I'd taken her for granted.

I push hard on the sand as the back lights of the Wayside Inn come into view. But I know the real truth. No amount of running was going to get me away from the fact that Jenna Traynor's naked body felt amazing next to mine. Although I'd been able to hold myself back from taking her as she wanted me to, it had come at a price. My body was aching. Even now as I sprint the last few yards to the back door of the Inn, I feel myself grow hard just thinking of Jenna.

And I'm not sure I'll be able to refuse her again. I know I don't want to.

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Jenna

"As you know, it is a four-bedroom, three-bath home," Beverly says as she gives the tour of the house to my new roommates. "The location is a dream, although I don't think there is an unpleasant neighborhood on the island. It's not too far from the historic district at all."

"Where are the hot guys?" Heather says. I glance at my new roommate, who gives me a quick smile that says she really wants to be somewhere else. Her thick, bleached blond hair almost looks fake, but still makes her look pretty. It's the thick hair that I notice first. But when I spend too much time looking at her, I can tell she's uncomfortable with my scrutiny so I turn away and smile at Lily who will be sharing the other upstairs bedroom.

Lily looks about as fragile as her name. Her thick hair and tanned skin and bright brown eyes makes her look almost oriental. But she'd told Beverly earlier that she was part Hawaiian. That explains her exotic beauty. Like Heather, Lily highlights her hair, but it doesn't look as extreme.

Reaching up, I touch the ends of my short-cropped hair and feel that stab of envy that always hits me when I see someone with beautiful hair. Mine will be too one day. Maybe it will grow in wavy like my other roommate, Penny's hair. She's moving into the other master bedroom downstairs. Although she's about my height, she has a tiny frame. What was it she told Beverly she did? Landscaping? I can't imagine a girl that tiny lifting heavy bags of mulch and dirt. But whatever. There is a slight edge about Penny that I notice almost immediately.