“It’s like you planned on getting into my pants.” Avery giggled.
“I planned the picnic, but the condom was absolutely wishful thinking.” I grinned as I sheathed myself, sitting up as she watched me.
“I want to ride your cock.” Avery’s eyes were bright as I reached out my arms.
“Just get into my lap. I want to hold you.” I told her as she rose and wrapped her arms around my neck. Avery lowered herself over me, groaning as I entered her.
We rocked together as I tried to hold in my release. Her pussy was tight around me, and I’d been so close to coming down her throat, so it only took a few thrusts before I spilled inside of the condom. Her mouth was on mine as I came, her tongue dancing with mine as she joined me in her orgasm.
I held her in my arms on the blanket once we were resting, stroking her damp hair. My feelings for her were clear, and I took a deep breath. “I love you, Avery. Not just because I just had one of the best orgasms of my life with you, but because I love everything about you.”
“I love you, Charlie. Being with you like this has been amazing, but I need to do that interview. It’s a great place in one of the best parts of town. I want to give this a chance.” She leaned in to kiss my neck as I closed my eyes, knowing that distance wouldn’t matter to me. It didn’t even matter that she had two other men in her life to me. I knew we had a connection between us that would last through something like distance.
“I don’t care if you live in New York, Avery. It’s just a few hours away and I’ll do what it takes to keep seeing you.” I gazed into her worried eyes and smiled at Avery. “I know how much of a dream this is for you, but I’m not just letting you go.”
“It’s an amazing opportunity, Charlie. I could assemble my own bakery team and have full control of everything. I lost that with my last restaurant.”
I knew that her last boyfriend ruined her opportunity last time and wanted the best for Avery. For that reason, I hated him, but it’s also what brought us together.
Fate worked her magic with us now, and I couldn’t just walk away from that. New York wasn’t that far, and I’d follow her there or anywhere else she went. It wasn’t that far, and we could visit each other. I could open up a Ciderworks there and make it work.
I’d find a way.
I looked at Avery before kissing her again, pressing her back against the blanket. I had tonight, and I’d make the most of it.
We made love again since I brought extra condoms. This time, it was slow and sweet, and I told Avery how much I loved her. If someone told me that this would be my future, I’d never believe it. I noticed how pretty she was as she grew older, but so much of the time, our ages were so different that it wasn’t like it was now.
It was still wrong knowing that we couldn’t share this with Jefferson. He’d never understand since Avery was very much his little sister and always would be.
We lingered in The Cidery for a while until I asked if she wanted to come back to my place. Avery explained she had her video interview the following morning and that she wanted to get some rest and be home for that.
I walked her to the door, locking it behind me once I cleaned everything up from the picnic. We walked to our cars, and I tucked the blanket in the back of mine before kissing her goodbye with a reminder of how I felt about her. Once the words came out, I knew it would just be natural.
She assured me she felt the same way, looking a little sad as she slipped into the driver’s seat of the car. I watched her leave, not wanting her to do this to leave Lake Placid. I never wanted Avery to leave Lake Placid, but she had a life in New York she worked hard for.
As I warmed up in the living room, I started a fire. Thinking about all the memories I had with Jefferson and Avery, I smiled as I leaned back on the couch. She’d been much younger than we were, but Avery was a persistent little sister.
We’d covered what felt like every inch of the lodge grounds in the summer, finding joy in the lakes and creeks throughout the property. It didn’t surprise me at all when my best friend took over for his father. He loved that place.
It had been a source of comfort for me as well. My family was incredible, but The Merchants acted as my second family. They accepted me with open arms as soon as I met Jefferson, thanking me often for the help I offered him in high school. I could remember holidays spent with them when I wasn’t at home with my family, eating and just celebrating love.
I knew Jefferson was protective of Avery the way he was because of how much time we all spent together. That was unavoidable, and I felt like he thought I felt the same way about her. The truth would kill him.
Her mom might want to do the same. She’d always been open to her kids experiencing life along with her husband, but this was a different level of experience. Would Valerie understand I loved her daughter?
There was the issue that Avery also had Jack and Ben in her life, which would really send Jefferson over the edge. How could we explain that situation to anybody without sounding twisted? It would appear as though we all took advantage of his little sister when she was a willing participant in everything.
I just didn’t know if Jefferson would see it that way. He’d always had tunnel vision with Avery, wanting to shield her from the world. It surprised me he accepted her move to New York as easily as he did.
Looking back, I knew how much she talked about living in the city since she’d been young. Her love for baking started early when she helped her grandma and mom in the kitchen, and it just seemed natural to want to do it somewhere larger like New York. There was so much opportunity there and her school ended up being in New York, so it seemed like a natural progression for Avery.
I never thought she’d visit less than planned, or at least what I thought had been planned. Life got busy, and she had less time to come see her family, barely even having time to spend much time with them when her beloved father passed away.
Jefferson handled everything once she left and seemed comfortable in that role. I knew he expected his sister to return to her life in New York and thought no differently about it. This was just an extended holiday stay for her, and she’d be off to another restaurant soon enough.
I secured the house for the night and walked into my room, feeling dread over the interview. Of course, Avery would do well with it. She had schooling and a good resume under her belt and deserved a second chance. It sounded like an incredible possibility for her to start over, but I wanted Avery to stay here.
What could happen if she stayed here? Would we come clean and tell everyone about us? Would Avery confess to dating Ben and Jack along with me since I knew she cared for all of us?