Chapter 36
THIRTY-SIX
INDY
It’s wild how only a few weeks can change things between two people. Sheriff Hartley still doesn’t have any leads on the damage done to the barn, or at least she’s not sharing them with us if she does.
The last two the campers were picked up last week and are safely at home, so the remaining counselors have been helping out around the ranch. Our main focus has been cleaning up the barn so it could be back in working order, that was the biggest concern.
River, Zaye, Santi, and Kiri all helped us salvage what we could and hauled off the rest, while Kyle and Jare helped us relocate the horses for the time being.
Thankfully, insurance covered the damage and Papa and Mr. Harris, have been working with Summer to rebuild the parts of the barn that took the most damage.
After the first couple of days, tensions and suspicion started to die down. Now, it’s almost like whoever’s behind all this just gave up. Maybe they didn’t get whatever reaction they wanted, so they quit.
I know that might be naive of me to think, but we’ve been busier than ever since the incident with the barn, and nothing else has happened. Though we’ve all had to help break in new saddles and gear, and our asses are sore, ultimately it’s been smooth sailing.
Summer’s still staying in my cabin, and we’ve yet to have sex again.
I thought for sure we’d be getting down and dirty like before, but every night we've both been so exhausted we just shower and get into bed. I can’t even pretend to be upset about it, because I love falling asleep in her arms and waking up tangled together.
“Hey, Honey,” Summer says, instantly sending my mouth upward into a ridiculous smile.
“Hi, Freckles.” Reaching up to my tippy toes, I place a kiss beside her lips and she wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in.
Tut-tut she clicks her tongue, “Now, now, don’t be a tease.”
My cheeks burn as I lean into her, giving her what she wants and kissing her with abandon. When our lips meet, I relish in the way hers are so soft compared to her hands.
Goddamn, those hands.
I’m too horny for public affection.
Jare whistles from the stable they’ve been working on and I turn my head to roll my eyes and holler at him, “Nosy Rosey.”
He laughs and turns around, continuing with his task.
“How about a date, Honey.” Summer says, and I whip my head back her way so fast I think my neck cracks in two places.
“A date?” I ask to make certain I heard her correctly.
She chuckles and squeezes me tighter. “Yeah, a date.”
“Oh my God, yes! What are we gonna do?” I squeal before reining it in, eyes bouncing around her face.
“That’s a surprise,” she says, kissing my temple and stepping away toward where Jare’s working. “Be ready by seven, gorgeous.”
Biting my lip to keep from cheesing too hard, I turn and head for the Honey Hut. I’ve got lots to do, the farmers market will be busy this weekend, and I want to make sure I have enough stock for our booth. Maybe Summer will come with me this time.
The whole time I’m working, I can’t get my mind to stop imagining what we might do on our date. I need to focus, but all I can think about is what I’m going to wear, and what she could possibly have planned.
I don’t have a large booth at the farmers market, and after getting everything ready, I realize I may have overdone it as I situate the crates of jars by the door so I can load them up Saturday morning. Making sure the door shuts behind me, I head home to my cabin.
Walking through the door, I pause. I’ve never lived with anyone, not this intimately, and seeing all of Summer’s things in here makes my heart swell.
I never want this feeling to go away. I don’t want her to leave because camp is over for the season, but I’m not sure how to ask her to stay longer–to stay forever.
I hop in the shower and start getting ready despite my cloudy thoughts. Putting waves in my otherwise straight hair, and a light layer of makeup I hope doesn’t sweat off. Powdering my thighs, I rummage through my closet for the perfect outfit.
Excitement builds, and my stomach flutters as I pull on a yellow dress with white polka dots. It hits mid-thigh, with strappy shoulders, and it cinches just right under my breasts. The door opens and in walks Summer, she’s managed to shower and change, which gives me pause.
“Where did you–”
“Jare said I could use his loft,” she smirks and walks over to where I’m standing looking in the mirror. “You look beautiful.”
Her hands land on my hips and she pulls me into her.
The black frames around her glasses look thicker than the ones I’m used to seeing her in.
Her button down shirt sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, tucked into the black slacks she’s got on that fall down to black converse sneakers.
I’ve never seen her in anything other than tank tops and cargo pants.
“Those clothes are new,” I observe out loud, and she laughs.
“Figured I’d dress up a bit for you,” she says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips. “Now let’s go before Twatla finds all my hard work and decides to take it for herself.”
She leads us out of the cabin toward the part of the lake that’s isolated from the rest, close to my private dock where I finally got to taste her.
When the trees clear, the view takes my breath away.
The sun is setting, casting an orange glow over the lake.
There’s a blanket spread out on the ground close to the bank, and it’s got thick candles lit on the corners, illuminating a basket that I imagine is filled with food.
“Don’t worry, the candles are flameless,” Summer says, wrapping her arms around my middle and leaning her chin on my shoulder.
Spinning around, I hold her face in my hands and really look at her. When I’m confident she’s seeing me, I gently press my lips to hers and when I pull back there’s a shimmer in her eyes that I think might be tears.
“This is perfect,” I whisper. Pulling her along, I kick off my shoes and sit on the blanket. There’s a bottle of wine inside the basket, along with two plastic cups that I hold up with a giggle.
“I didn’t think glass would be appropriate out here,” she laughs, and I allow her to pour me a cup.
There’s two plates wrapped in foil inside, and I’d know that smell anywhere. “Did you get barbecue chicken from Maxine’s?”
She chuckles and nods, “Along with pie. Maxine said I couldn’t forget the pie.”
“That sounds like her.”
Eating dinner by the lake, with messy fingers and full bellies, is exactly the kind of dream date I’ve always wanted. When we’ve eaten all that we can Summer pulls out her phone, and soon soft music sounds from the speakers.
She offers her hand and when I take it, she’s leading me to the dock. Images flood my head from the last time we were here, making my cheeks heat, and Summer rubs a thumb over them. “I love when you do that.”
“Blush?”
“Mhmm,” she nods, taking my hip in one hand and face in the other. We sway to the music until the song stops, and I lift onto my toes letting my fingers run through the shaved part of her head as I kiss her.
She returns the kiss, tender, like a promise we don’t have to use words for. I don’t know how long we sway like that, simply enjoying each other being near. The sun’s gone down, leaving the lightning bugs flickering in its wake.
“Take me home, Summer,” I whisper, looking up into her eyes.
Her hand clasps around mine and we run to the cabin, our picnic forgotten.
Inside, our lips meet in a hasty mess of feelings and need.
“I’ve missed this,” I whimper into her kiss, as her fingers travel over my hips to the hem of my dress.
Slowly, she trails her fingers over my thighs as she lifts the material from my body.
Breaking the kiss so she can pull it over my head, she sucks in a breath, eyes traveling down my body.
I’m not wearing panties, so all that’s left is my bra.
“Fuck, I still can’t get over how perfect you are.” She growls as I pull at the buttons on her shirt. Shrugging it off, she nips at my shoulder. Moving to my neck, she peppers my skin with open mouth kisses.
Sliding her hands around my ribs, she unclasps my bra and my breasts spill between us as it hits the floor. Hooking my fingers in the band of her sports bra, she holds her arms up helping me remove the stretchy material.
Fuck. I love how her breasts sit, so perky and round. I don’t know why she hides them in the sports bras she wears, and at the moment, I don’t care. Leaning down, my tongue darts out, licking one pert nipple and squeezing the other with my fingers, as her hands dive into my hair.
My hands fumble as they work open her slacks and her hands wrap around my wrists. She tsks, and chuckles, “Eager aren’t you, Honey?”
“I need to taste you again,” I breathe. She’s so close, there’s practically no space between our bodies.
“And what have you done to earn it?” She says, her voice becoming deeper.
Groaning, I step back and rub my legs together. I love when she talks to me like this, like I’m some filthy, sexy, desired person.
“I’ll do anything you want,” and I will, too. I’m open to anything as long as she’ll let me taste her again.
She walks over to the dresser we now share, pulling out a blue dildo, and then sheds her pants and underwear leaving her completely naked. Her skin’s so pretty, with a slight tan on her arms, and freckles all over from working in the sun everyday.
When she looks back at me, I can’t help the drool that collects at the corner of my mouth.
Fuck. I need her.
Across the room, she bends over and suctions the dildo to the floor, her eyes never leaving mine while she does it, and soon she’s leaning against the far wall with a devious smile in her eyes.
“Crawl, Honey,” she demands, and I do it without thought. Dropping to my knees, I let the cool wooden floor bite into my palms as I get down on all fours. “If you want to taste me so badly, crawl to me, and sink that pretty little pussy onto my new cock.”
The dildo she suctioned to the floor looks larger than what she used before, but if she’s going to let me taste her while she fills my head with her filthy fucking words, I’ll do anything.
When I cross the room, my breasts hang so low they brush the blue dildo on the floor and I shiver.
“Do you like the way my cock teases your tits?” She rumbles, eyes focused heavily on me.
Licking my lips, I sit back on my heels and nod. She bends down, grabbing my chin and looking down at me.
“You’re such a dirty fucking girl for me, aren’t you, Honey?”
“God yes,” I pant, earning a wicked grin from her.
“Spit,” she commands, holding out her hand. When I do, she growls and bends low to rub her hand over the silicone. “I’ll bet you’re fucking soaked, so eager to take my cock so you can taste me.”
Nodding my head, she kneels and whispers, “Good, now fuck this cock like the perfect little slut I know you are.”
Positioning myself over the head, I allow her to run it through my wetness and notch it at my entrance.
“Sit,” she says, holding the silicone until my pussy touches her hand near the base. My head falls back and I let out a moan. I’m so full, and she’s so goddamn hot I’m about to come out of my skin with the need to taste her again.
She stands, propping her foot up on the nightstand so she’s fully open to me and I can see everything. She’s perfect, hair shaved into a sweet little V, and so wet that I can smell her.
“Go ahead, Honey. Bury your face in my cunt, and ride my dick until you come all over it.”
I kiss her scar, the one that runs from her knee to her groin, while I bring my hand up to her pussy and run a finger over her clit, enjoying the wetness I find there.
I can’t wait anymore, I’m strung so tight.
Flattening my tongue, I run it from her entrance to her clit and grin at the way her pupils blow wide while she looks down at me.
“Fuck, I love you on your knees, baby.”
Her words spur me on and I suck her clit into my mouth, hearing the thunk her head makes when it hits the wall. Placing a finger at her hole, I slowly work it in and out, relishing in the sounds of her arousal as I do.
My tongue works her in circles, and I groan when she grips my hair at the roots.
“Is your pretty cunt pulsing around my cock yet, Honey?” She asks, pulling my hair and making me look up at her. When I whimper, she smiles, like she knows I’m not done with her. I don’t think I’ll ever be done with her. “Is it filling you so full you’re ready to burst?”
Nodding, I try diving back into her pussy, but she holds firm. Leaning down, she kisses my lips, tasting herself there, and that knowledge makes my whole body burn with desire.
“Fuck yourself, baby girl,” she says against my mouth, “I want to see those pretty thighs move while you eat my pussy.”
I do as she asks, using the same muscles I use when horseback riding, and when she’s satisfied she allows me to return to her. Moaning into her pussy, I circle my tongue around her clit and curl my finger inside her, pressing the spot inside that makes her hiss.
“You better fucking come all over my dick before I do, or I’ll turn your ass red.” She growls and I bounce harder, uncaring that my breasts sway so hard they brush her legs. “Goddamn, Honey. That’s it… feels so fucking good, baby.”
She moans, low and languid, when she comes. The feeling of her pussy clamping down on my fingers as her clit pulses on my tongue makes me cry out against her, as my own orgasm flows over me. I was kind of hoping I wouldn’t come so she would make good on her promise and spank me.
Another time.
She leans against the wall as I sag against her leg, my head resting against her scar while my lips place kisses along the raised skin there.