Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
INDY
I’ve got an idea.
Why does it feel like I’m about to be in a mountain of trouble?
“And what’s that?” I ask, enjoying the way she looks at me. Like she wants to devour me whole.
“I’ve really been enjoying the lake since I got here,” Summer says, stepping down from the curb.
“You want to spend your day off, back at the camp?” Crossing my arms, I eye her with suspicion.
As close as she is now, I can see my reflection in her glasses. “I know you’ve got a private dock out there.”
Understanding dawns, or at least I think I understand what she’s getting at, and I smile. “Let’s go then.”
We jump in my truck, and drive back to my cabin. I do have a private dock, something I’ve never shared with anyone, even Lucy. It’s my safe space, somewhere I can think without being bothered. The cabin comes into view, and once we’re out of the truck, Summer threads her fingers with mine.
Leading us toward the dock, there’s a thick cropping of trees we’ll have to walk through.
Once through though, it’s like a secret paradise waiting to be discovered.
There’s a willow tree with limbs full of green hanging down, brushing the waters edge by the dock.
Cattails dot the surrounding space, and birds sing overhead.
It’s nearly entirely secluded.
“I knew you were hiding something out here,” she says, stopping and looking around. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
She strips off her shirt, folding her glasses neatly on top, and I have to blink a few times to make sure I’m really seeing her and it’s not just a dream. I didn’t get to appreciate her last time we were together, mostly because I was shocked, and still a little unconvinced it was happening.
I can’t say that now, not with her stripping off her clothes. She’s so toned I can see the outline of her abdominal muscles, and her hips have these perfect indents. Reaching for the button on her pants, she drops them to the ground, and my eyes follow the lines of her legs.
There’s a scar there, on the inside of her left thigh. It runs from her knee to her boxer-style underwear. Her sports bra is white and I snort. “You know once you get in the water, that won’t be white anymore.”
“Oh yeah? I’ll just have to take it off then, won’t I?
” She smirks, running her hands up her sides and hooking her thumbs in the bottom band of her bra.
Pulling it up and over her head, her breasts spill free.
They aren’t large like mine, more like perky and full, and my pussy throbs just thinking about touching them. “Come on, Honey.”
“Why do you call me that?” I holler after her as she runs off the dock and splashes in the water.
When she surfaces, she flings her hair over her head and makes this sound, something soothing almost, like a thousand drops of water hitting the lake at once. “You smell like honey, and you keep bees.”
I’m standing on the edge of the dock where it meets the dirt, while she bobs in the water and smiles. “Are you gonna join me?”
Walking along the wooden dock and sitting on the edge, I toe off my boots before I dip my feet into the water and watch her swim. Every so often, I catch a glimpse of her tits, and I have a feeling she’s doing it on purpose because she knows I’m watching.
“It feels great,” she comments, floating on her back, eyes closed.
Oh, she knows.
“I’m sure it does.”
Swimming over to where I’m sitting, she grips my calves and massages them. “Why do you do that?”
“What?” I question, tilting my head toward the sun that’s poking through the tree.
“Pretend like you don’t want to do something when it’s clear you do,” she works her hands up my legs, until she hits the back of my knee and I screech in laughter. “She’s ticklish, good to know.”
“No,” I shake my head and try lifting my feet out of the water, but she holds firm and brings me back to the edge.
“Indy,” she says, inhaling deeply before standing so the tops of her breasts are barely out of the water. “Are you wearing anything under this dress?”
Her blue eyes are firmly on my face, which is now hot to the touch and probably super red. “I think you might already know the answer to that question.”
She growls, so low in her throat that my body vibrates with it. “Why’s that?”
“I thought–” I stammer over the words. We said no feelings, just sex, so I blurt it out. “Because I was planing to fuck you again. That’s why.”
Her lips curl up in a smile, and I suddenly regret being that honest.
“I think I prefer honest Indy,” she says, flipping my dress up, exposing my skin to the air. My stomach hangs low enough she can’t see my pussy when I sit like this. “Lean back.”
“Here?” I squeak, looking down at her with wide eyes.
“No one can see us, and if you’re loud we’ll just pretend we hear the noise too,” she shrugs and smirks as if she knows how bad I want her mouth on me again.
“We should head back to my cabin…” I say weakly. Just the look in her eyes pins me to where I’m sitting, and I know my protests are falling on deaf ears.
“I like the way the sun breaks through the trees and lands on your skin,” she says, watching me as her lips skim across my legs. “It makes you glow.”
Her mouth trails a path up my calves, to my thighs, alternating between the two as she gets closer to my pussy, and my breath catches in my throat.
“If you’d rather go to your cabin, then tell me to stop, Honey,” she breathes against my stomach.
“Stop,” I whisper.
“Mean it, next time,” she chuckles.
Biting on my bottom lip and smiling, I lean back like she asked, hearing her suck in a breath. Everything’s on display now, and I peer down to see the hungry look in her eyes as she takes me in.
“Do you realize how fucking perfect you are?” She murmurs, lifting her fingers to her mouth and wetting them with her tongue. “I can’t wait to spend all day making you come, baby girl.”
Her breath lands on my clit and I shiver, though it’s not cold, and my body’s on fire. She doesn’t go slow like last time. She dives in, shoving her fingers inside my body, making me cry out and writhe as she attacks my pussy.
Her tongue dances along my body as if she’s known how to make me feel this way her whole life. Fingers moving at a steady rhythm until she curls them and presses against the spot inside of me that makes my whole body ignite in sparks.
“Oh, oh, that’s it.” I moan. My back hits the wood and I sink my fingers into her wet hair, bringing her closer if that’s even possible. “Fuck me, I’m gonna come.”
Her chuckle sends me over the edge, and I come as her fingers press and stroke the inside of my cunt. Sucking my clit, she pops it out of her mouth when I tap her, unable to take more.
“Get out of the water,” I demand, and she smiles, her dimples on full display.
“Yes ma’am.”