On The Rocks

On The Rocks by Sawyer Bennett



As always, I am thankful for the love and support of my family and friends. I am so blessed to be surrounded by so many wonderful people.

Two people I want to mention in particular. My fabulous, PA, Lisa Kuhne. You have been my best cheerleader and have alleviated so much stress from me, that you’ve made me a better writer. I am so thankful that we met and look forward to you being by my side for the rest of this journey.

Darlene Ward Avery… you are a constant source of inspiration to me. You always make me smile… one of those warm, down low smiles that just stays with me throughout the day. I’m proud to call you my friend and you, more than anyone in my life, give my writing purpose. You know what I mean by that.

Love you girls both.



Five Years Ago



Oh My God!

He’s kissing me, and it’s the best feeling ever. I don’t want to forget a single detail, so I commit everything to my memory.

The way his lips are soft but assured against me. Roaming and testing. His tongue is demanding… leading me toward my deepest fantasy.

I’m dying.

Dying of pure, sinful pleasure that my eighteen-year-old psyche just may not be able to handle.

I’m not sure if I can handle it because I’ve been in love with Hunter Markham since I was just shy of ten years old. For eight long years, I’ve pined after him.

It didn’t help, and certainly only fanned my flames, that I’m best friends with his sister, Casey, and I practically grew up in his house. He was always teasing me, as a boy four years older will often do. That only made my crush that much stronger, because surely… the reason he was teasing me was because he liked me.

Right?

And tonight… things couldn’t have been any more perfect.

Casey and I graduated high school not but five hours ago. When I walked across the stage to accept my diploma, my eyes scanned the audience. I passed briefly over my parents, who I love and adore beyond measure. They sat right beside Casey’s parents, beaming with pride. I vaguely acknowledged both set of parents, who are the very best of friends, clapping enthusiastically.

Then my eyes landed on Hunter. He was smiling at me, bright and cheerful, his teeth dazzling against his tanned skin. I love the way he’s wearing his hair longer, all shaggy brown and streaked with pale blond from the sun and salt water. He flew in just last night from Fiji, where he had competed in the Volcom Fiji Pro as part of the ASP World Championship Tour. That’s fancy talk for saying Hunter is a professional surfer, and he’s quite good. He placed second in that tournament, but he’s ranked number five in the world.

In the entire freakin’ world, which yeah… makes him that much hotter in my mind.

And tonight… Casey and I made our rounds to the normal beach parties that were going on around Hatteras Island. I’m riding high on the fact that I’m an adult, I’m graduated from high school, and Hunter Markham gallantly offered to shuttle Casey and me around while we celebrated the time-honored tradition of getting drunk on graduation night in our tiny, North Carolina hamlet. So as not to be completely bored with high school parties, he roped his best friend, Wyatt Banks, into riding shotgun with him, which is funny in its own right. You see, Wyatt just started with the police department up in Nags Head, but tonight he was off duty and turning a blind eye to our underage drinking.