Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
SUMMER
I’m ready to head back to my cabin. The whole interaction with Indy, then her running away from me, put me in a sour mood.
I’ve wracked my brain for what the hell went wrong, and hated walking back into the bar alone and confused.
I’m not childish enough to avoid Indy, I just don't want to run into her at the moment.
The whole atmosphere has changed, or maybe it’s just my mood.
There are more counselors here than I’ve met, but spotting them around the room isn’t hard.
There’s a dark haired girl that resembles Indy, an older guy who looks like he walked straight out of the sea, and another guy with him that I vaguely remember someone calling Kyle.
They group together at one of the high top tables, talking amongst themselves.
“Hey!” Kiri stops me, pulling me into a booth near the back of the bar, interrupting my observation. “Where’d you get off to?”
Her brows wiggle and fuck me, it makes me smile. Dammit, I want to stay in my pissy mood, not laugh it up with a new friend. Truth is, I like Kiri. She's spunky and seems like a take-no-bullshit kinda woman.
“Nowhere,” I reply through a smirk. I may think Kiri’s pretty solid, but I still don’t want to spill my guts with her.
“Mhmm,” she smashes her lips together and pops one of her perfectly manicured brows. “Then how come the boss lady left in a hurry not long after you both disappeared?"
“She left?” I ask, looking around the bar to confirm.
“I knew it!” She shouts, pointing a finger my way before clapping like she won the damn lottery.
Sitting back in the booth, I cross my arms and close my eyes.
“Tell me everything,” she giggles.
Cracking my eyes open, she takes a sip of her drink and waits for me to start talking. The only problem is, I don’t know what the hell happened, so how can I explain it?
“I just want to head home.” I admit, letting out a long sigh and hoping she’ll understand.
She nods, and I respect her willingness not to push me, even though it’s obvious she’s disappointed by the way her lips twitch down.
Slipping out of the booth, she walks away, presumably to find Santi so we can leave.
It’s well past midnight, so hopefully Santi won’t give Kiri a hard time and we can go.
They return to the table smiling and chatting. “This one says you’re ready to head out?” Santi says, giving Kiri a small squeeze.
Nodding, I slide out of the booth and follow after Santi and Kiri as they loop arms and giggle. Seeing how they’ve bonded so quickly makes me smile.
Climbing into the car, Santi turns and places his hand on my knee.
That’s all, and that small simple gesture makes my chest tighten.
I’ve only known these two for a short period of time, yet they’re both kind and compassionate.
I’ve come to realize Santi is an empath, because it’s clear to me when he feels the mood in a room shift, and is often the first to notice when someone is feeling… off.
Santi’s emotional intuition is impeccable, and Kiri’s got this bad girl, good girl balance that I’ve not seen many people pull off.
Plus, I think Santi has an absolutely adorable friendship crush on Kiri.
The two of them just go together. Like the stars and the moon, they gravitate and I’m actually kind of jealous.
“I have to get my Jeep from Indy’s cottage,” I remind him. He stopped drinking after two beers, and that was hours ago. I’m confident he’s sober.
“I remember,” he says, smiling into the rearview.
“Great.”
The two of them talk as we drive, thankfully not far, back to the ranch. I have the overwhelming urge to lose all of my closely kept secrets around these two. I’ve never been much of a people person, but this town, and these people, are making me act in ways I haven’t since I was young.
I want to trust them, but I know better.
Turning onto the dirt road that leads to the camp, Santi veers to the right and lets me out at my Jeep. There’s a tiny window on this side of the cabin and a soft glow shines from within. Santi and Kiri wave as I hoist myself up into the vehicle, leaving me there outside of Indy’s cabin.
I should turn the engine over and leave. I really, really should, but something tugs me out of the car and toward her door. That kiss, I can’t have been the only one to feel sparks or whatever.
Before I can knock, she’s throwing open the door. Her voice cracks on an inhale, and I bite my lip to keep from smiling too hard.
“What are you doing here?” Her eyes never leave mine as she leans against the door frame. Her hair’s up in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a strappy silk chemise that stops before mid-thigh in this adorable petal pink. She’s braless, and her nipples rub against the fabric.
I don’t know how long it’s been since she opened the door and asked what I was doing here, but she must be tired of waiting because she lets out a breathy, “Summer.”
Her voice is soft, maybe even pleading, or my brain is a cruel motherfucker.
“Hmm,” I look back up, “I-, what happened earlier? At the bar.”
Her eyes slowly close and her chest rises, “Nothing, nothing happened earlier. I just–I shouldn’t have–UGH,” she growls, and then finally seems to give me an answer. “It’s nothing you did.”
Stepping closer, I can feel the warmth from her body. “Then why did you run?”
“I didn’t run,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes.
Snatching her chin gently and turning her face to mine, I lean close enough to practically taste the toothpaste on her tongue. “You ran, baby girl, and I want to know why.”
Her whole body changes, blooms to life. She likes the way I talk to her.
“This,” she says, motioning back and forth between us with a hand. “Whatever it is, is frowned upon. I’m your boss.”
“And?” I push.
“I can’t do that to my parents, to this farm. I just got us back on track, and starting something with my new employee is just… I just can’t.”
“We don’t have to have any attachments, Indy.” My eyes roam over her face, and her green eyes dart away.
“We have to work together,” she argues, though it’s whispered as if she doesn’t want to spook me.
“And?” I echo, chuckling.
Her eyes snap up to mine, “And what if this goes south?”
“Oh, I’m hoping for that,” I quip.
Her eyebrows nearly touch her hairline and her mouth is hanging open, before she snaps out of it and moves to shut the door.
“Okay, bad joke.” Stopping her door with my hand, I continue, “don’t shut me out, Honey.”
“We barely know each other.”
“Is that the problem? We can take it slow, I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
She scoffs, letting the door go, and throws her hands up. “That’s the problem, Summer! I want to do too many things.”
Smiling, I step into her space and shut the door behind me. “Can I tell you a secret?”
Her head tilts back so she can properly look at me, and she nods.
“I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone more than I want to fuck you.” I watch with satisfaction as my words cause her pupils to blow wide with arousal.
“This is a terrible idea.”
“If you say so.”
“I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I disagree, respectfully.”
Closing her eyes, she steps into me, so close her breasts press against my body, as she pushes up on her tip toes and places her lips on my neck. “No attachments.”
“None,” I promise, placing my hands on her cheeks and pulling her into my mouth. She invites me, returning my kiss with her own. Her hands travel over my back, and she lets out a purr that makes me lose all thoughts of restraint.
Walking her back into the closest wall, my hands roam over her body, until I find the bottom of her little nightgown. Toying with the edge, I wait for her to give me any indication that she doesn’t want this, that she wants to back out.
Staring at me, she lifts her arms, and that’s all the permission I need. Pulling the cool fabric over her body, I watch as it exposes her inch-by-inch, and I allow myself to take in her utterly fantastic body.
“God, you’re perfect,” I whisper, pulling the remaining fabric over her head and throwing it to the floor. Her stomach, striped and dimpled to perfection, hangs low over her pussy, and her breasts sway with each panted breath.
Cupping one breast, and leaning down, I kiss her again.
Her hands tear at my shirt, forcing us apart for a moment before our lips meet again.
Her hands are everywhere on me, like she doesn’t know if she’ll get the chance to touch me again.
While her hands explore, I trail my fingers down to her cunt, and the evidence of what she didn’t want to admit.
“You’re soaked, Honey,” I whisper against her lips. “How long have you been thinking of me?”
She moans as my mouth slips down her neck, going further.
I sink to my knees, enjoying the way her body moves against my mouth with each passing kiss.
Her breasts are large, hanging in a way that places her nipple right in my line of sight.
Sucking it into my mouth, she moans and throws her head back against the wall.
Nipping her breast, I show the other the same attention with my fingers. She whimpers, and rubs her legs together, her body begging for more.
The hand on her breast glides down over her hip, and I squeeze, making a mental note to fuck her from behind the moment I have access to toys. I need to grip her plush hips while filling her up until she screams.
“Lift your leg for me,” I command, and she does, beautifully.
Guiding it over my shoulder, I get my first glimpse of her perfectly manicured pussy.
It’s bald, without a hair in sight, and I rub my hand over her until my finger disappears between her lips.
“Do you want me to eat your sweet cunt until you can’t stand, Honey? ”
She nods, looking down at me with eager eyes. Removing my hand from her, I lightly smack her pussy, and she squeaks. “When I’m fucking you, I want everything. That includes your words, baby girl.”
“Please,” she murmurs, delving her fingers into my hair.
Returning my hand to her pussy, I find her clit and circle in slow movements. Pressing my shoulder closer to the wall, forcing her to open up, and now…
Fuck. Me.
She’s perfect, her pussy rosy and glistening with arousal.
Gently hovering my tongue over her clit, she mewls and pushes off the wall. I do it again, over and over until her fingers are firmly tangled in my hair and she begs. “Please, Summer. Stop teasing.”
Flattening my tongue, I run it from opening to clit, and she cries out. Closing my lips over her clit, I suck, enjoying the taste of her, and relishing in the way she bucks her hips as if she’s in control.
Running my fingers up her legs she shivers, and I know once I slip one of my fingers into her, and curl them just right, she’ll be coming all over my face. She’s wound so tight, I have half a mind to not let her come. To starve her until she’s begging for me to give her what she wants.
To make her needy, and desperate.
For me.
“Do you like the way my tongue feels on you?” I tease, pressing a finger into her pulsing pussy and enjoying the way she wraps herself around it. Reaching up with my other hand, I grab her tit and tweak her nipple.
“Oh, fuck,” she says, canting her hips over my hand. I can’t let her come without my tongue on her, so I dive back in, lavishing her clit until she’s screaming.
“Yes, fuck. Oh, God yes.”
Her breaths come in short bursts as she comes down, and I gently place her leg back on the floor. She threatens to crumple, so I lift her up, carrying her to the only bed in the room.
Laying her down, I make sure to cover her with the floral patterned comforter before sitting and brushing her hair back from her face. Her eyes flutter shut, and she mumbles something, but I can’t understand it. So I wait with her, until I’m confident she’s asleep.
Grabbing my shirt from the floor, I place her little nightgown on the foot of her bed, and press the lock on the inside knob of the door before shutting it and heading to my cabin. It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything like that, something just for someone else.
Running a hand through my hair, and sliding the other in my pocket, my whole body locks up, freezing in the otherwise warm night.
Folded paper scratches against my hand, and my breaths threaten to come in rapid succession. I have no idea when this was put there, but it wasn’t in my pocket earlier tonight.
With a swallow, I pull the piece of paper out and stare at it in my palm. No one knows what happened that night, other than the police, so who the fuck is leaving notes in my things, and how?
With shaking hands I unfold the note and read what it says.