Laura's Solo Honeymoon - The Ice Cream Shop Boy #1 (Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF

down to his chest. I nuzzled his stubbly chin, my long hair getting caught up and tangled in his light beard.
    With my head on his chest, his voice was low and sexy, rumbling under my ear, as he said, “That was the best birthday present anyone has ever had, ever.”
    I noticed his cock was still quite hard. I asked, “Did you come?”
    “No, but don't worry. I don't mind waiting. I was just so happy to see you enjoying yourself.”
    I shifted around and started to rock again, but he held me tight and told me he was too nervous, because of being out in the open.
    “I can do something else,” I said, enjoying the though of giving him head again. His cock had been so nice in my mouth.
    He kissed me, sweetly, and gently withdrew. “Later,” he said.
    “Later. You just say the word, and I'll do anything.”
    “Anything?”
    “Anything.” I pulled my panties out of my purse and put them back on before someone else showed up to chat.

3: Karaoke
    I was feeling relaxed and blissful as we held hands and walked away from the beach, back up the boardwalk. I giggled and rubbed my face on Shawn's shoulder, and he kissed the top of my head, then we stopped walking and made out some more, under the moon.
    Being with a twenty-one-year-old made me feel young, and alive. A decade of tears and hard work and coming to grips with the realities of life all slipped away, and I was seventeen again. As we walked into town, Shawn asked me, again, about why I was there by myself. I'd been avoiding this question on other visits to the ice cream shop, but, since we'd already been so intimate, I decided to tell him.
    We walked along the boardwalk, holding hands, and I told him the sad tale of being jilted, left at the altar. I hadn't gotten to the actual, physical altar, at least, but I was in the changing room at the little hall we'd booked, with my mother and my maid of honor. When Lars didn't show up, we worried he'd gotten into a car accident, since he was always driving like a maniac whenever he got out of the traffic-congested downtown core, and the rented hall was well out in the country, beyond the suburbs.
    My bridesmaid hadn't shown up either, and she had the rings.
    I was sick to my stomach worrying they'd been hurt in some way when my maid of honor got the text messages. He wasn't coming. And neither was the bridesmaid.
    The news was too much for me, and I threw up on the spot, all down the front of my dress.
    As tragic as it had seemed at the time, describing myself throwing up and my mother freaking out was kinda funny. Perhaps I was finally getting a little perspective.
    Shawn stopped walking and turned to me, both of us lit by a bright lamp over the boardwalk. The sea breezes blew through our hair and ruffled the edge of my skirt.
    He said, stifling a laugh, “You threw up on yourself?”
    I started to giggle. “Yeah. And I'd only had one glass of champagne to calm my nerves.” I bit my lip. “Okay, three glasses of champagne.”
    “Aw, poor boo,” he said, tucking some of my hair behind one ear.
    “I should have censored some parts of the story.”
    “No. I like that we're honest with each other. You heard all my dirty laundry.” He shook his head. “Sharise.”
    “Oh, her,” I said, waving my hand. “What goes around comes around.”
    He lunged for me and pulled me in tight, hugging me and lifting me off my feet. “Then what did I do to deserve meeting you?”
    I kissed him. “I feel the same way.”
    He slowly set me down. “This is how things should be,” he said. “I know relationships can be work and everything, but you make me believe they don't have to be a nightmare.”
    “Thanks, I guess.”
    He scooped up my hand again and we swung our arms like kids as we walked down the boardwalk together.

    As we talked and got to know each other better, at times I felt the six-year age gap between us, like when we talked about favorite music. He liked a lot of bands I'd never heard of, and when I mentioned the