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

“generation gap” he laughed at me and assured me six years was nothing .
    “Maybe in your thirties,” I said. “But it's a big deal now. I mean, I have bills to pay. Lars moved out, so I have to cover the rent on my own. You probably still live with your parents.”
    He didn't deny it, but changed the topic instead to movies, and then to food.
    Talk of food made me hungry, and him too, because he said, “Who knew sex on the beach makes you so hungry?”
    As he said the words, I was struck by the phrase. To me, “sex on the beach” was the hilarious name of a drink, not something I thought I'd ever actually do.
    We were standing in front of the main pub in town, the one with a sandwich board out front proclaiming tonight to be Karaoke for Lovers Night .
    “They have good burgers,” Shawn said, nodding towards the door. “And karaoke.”
    “I'm game if you are.”
    “Oh, Laura, you know I'll do anything you ask. I'll even serenade you, if you want. Though I would like to kiss you again some time, and I don't know if you'll want to after you hear me sing.”
    “I'll be the judge of that,” I said, and I led him into the pub.

    Inside the pub, we took a seat in a quiet corner and perused the menus.
    I said, “How do you know the burgers are good here if you only just turned twenty-one?”
    He grinned and said, “Let's just say my older brother's ID disappears from his wallet from time to time.”
    “You are bad.”
    “Not as bad as you.”
    When the waitress came to take our order, Shawn didn't take his eyes off me, even though the young woman was quite attractive, and her breasts were popping out of her gingham top. She made big eyes at me, and I wondered if she knew Sharise, and if reports were going to be text-messaged out that I was there with Shawn.
    Fuck Sharise , I thought, and I ordered some chicken strips and a beer.
    Before and during our food, Shawn and I talked some more. He told me about playing baseball in high school, and how a fall off his dirt bike had broken his arm, knocking him out for a season and hurting his chances at a pro career.
    “If not baseball, then what are you going to do?” I asked.
    He winked at me. “You mean when I grow up?”
    I laughed into my glass of beer. “Sorry. I forget. You're so young, you have plenty of time to figure it out. I'm sure you won't be working at an ice cream shop forever.”
    “I could hire staff to work there full-time now, but I enjoy the interaction with the customers, especially in the summer.”
    “So … you own that place?”
    “Yeah,” he said, giving me a sly grin, as though he had secrets of his own. “I've got a few investments around town. Rental properties, commercial and residential, and a couple of businesses. I also own the automotive repair shop, along with my brother, who manages it.”
    “I had no idea.”
    He shrugged. “We're not billionaires or anything, but the cost of living here in town is low, and I want to enjoy life. Not that there's anything wrong in working hard, but I like to play hard too, you know?”
    My mind replayed the memory of us making love on the log, on the beach, and I felt myself flush red in the cheeks, and a sensation in my panties as well.
    Some people were on stage, singing (badly) to some karaoke song. I'd learned that Karaoke for Lovers Night meant all the songs were duets, and you had to have a partner. A few young guys got up and jokingly sang a corny duet together, and a couple of girls as well.
    The waitress came by to clear our plates and said we'd be singing next.
    “No, no.” I waved my hands emphatically. “I didn't sign up for a song.”
    The waitress pointed to another table, where the owners of the B&B, Al and Bryan, were sitting. They both waved.
    She said, “The boys picked out a song for you two. They said they'll be heartbroken if you don't sing it for them. It's one of their favorites.”
    Shawn said, “Of course we'll sing,” and he jumped up, grabbing my hand.
    I