40. Summer
I fell to my knees.“Yes sir.”
Eyes on him.
On my daddy’s best friend, showing me how to be a good, pretty girl.
“Now, take out my cock.”
I obeyed, unzipping his pants and palming the full length of his hard dick.
“Open those beautiful lips and stick out your tongue.” His fingers gripped the back of my head, guiding his cock towards my mouth. “Take me in. Don’t use your teeth.”
I sucked in a surprised breath as smooth skin slipped between my lips, filling my mouth, and hummed in pleasure.
A low, soft grunt filled the air. His eyes shuttered close. A lost look on his face. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.” He slid in deeper, his salty taste brushing across my tongue. “I’m gonna make you my cum slut. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
I nodded, unable to speak, my chest fluttering at the degrading name.
Cum slut.
I loved it.
Far cry from the proper woman I was supposed to be.
“Open wider, little bunny. Take it all.” He slid deeper with a soft, low moan, “That’s right. Don’t stop. Not until you’re full and my dick is choking your breath.”
His voice a deep growl as he slid in deep, deeper… blocking off all air. I clasped his thighs, my chest going tight. Lungs about to explode.
“That’s it. Take all of me. Every inch. You’re so good at this. You love it don’t you?” I nodded, warmth flooding me at his praise. “Now suck.”
I obeyed, pulling back enough so that I could suck, trying my best to make him feel good.
“That’s it. Oh god, I feel like a god when I’m inside your mouth.” His hips began to cant, a low guttural noise from his throat with each thrust. “Can you take it harder?”
I nodded, gripping his shaft, widening my knees to keep from falling.
He picked up the pace. Harshly. My lips stretched. Eyes burning. “You like that, don’t you? Love the way I taste in your mouth. My little cum slut.”
My fingernails dug into his skin, I was holding on so tight. Hardly able to move; I just took it.
“Look at those pretty tears. You make me so proud. God you’re so gorgeous with my dick filling your mouth. Fuck. Fucking. Fuckedddyish…” His words turned into a jumbled mess as he slammed into me, growing harsher, rougher, my whole body vibrating with each thrust.
Losing control.
We began to pound against the wall, and the noise in the kitchen suddenly stopped.
“That’s it,” he growled loudly. His fingers cinched. Gripping my hair harsher. Stabbing pains that only increased my need for him. “Feel your pussy,” he commanded, “you wet for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I groaned, my word barely recognizable, as I flicked my clit, canting against my hand. Needing the pressure. Needing the release. What was Amara thinking?
I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.
“You desperate for my cum, baby?” Slapping noises filled the air as he fucked my mouth. His fingers gripping my hair. I was fucking my own hand.
“Fuck!” He shouted, growing thicker in my mouth, then shoved so deep inside, I choked on it. He came, warm, sticky, salty, cum filling my mouth.
“Don’t swallow,” he growled. I inhaled in surprise. Then closed off my throat, trying to obey.
“Hold it.” Suddenly jerking out of me, he gripped my chin. Then, tilting my head upward, he shoved his tongue in my mouth. Invading it, he scooped out his cum.
Then he pushed me to the floor. “Spread wide, baby girl.”
Doing it for me, he crawled to his stomach, and spit.
Warmth filled my pussy as his tongue lavished me, mixing his cum with my own juices, making me flood even more. I squirmed, breathing in and out roughly. Oh God. What if Amara saw this?
Did I care?
“Hold still baby. I need more.” He lavished me, his tongue rolling over my folds. Plunging it in and out like he was fucking me with it. Spreading his seed up inside me. “Mmm, taste so delicious. You’re so sweet for me, I could eat you up.” He lapped at my juices, a low hum in his throat. Then he filled me with two fingers, wet sounds filling the room. His gaze met mine, his eyes wild. “You make me so crazy, I can”t stop. I need you to come for me one more time.”
I hesitated.
It was so silent in the kitchen, and red flushed my face at the thought of Amara listening.
“You understand me, Summer? I’m never going to get enough of you.” He kept on. Every thrust of his fingers through my slick, every fluttering suck of his mouth, sent me soaring, building the tension inside me. “Now relax. Forget her. She wishes she were you.”
Oh god, was it true? Probably not but…
I leaned my head back and let go, closing my eyes, giving in to the sensation.
“No one else. You’re my fucking cum slut. Only mine. This pussy belongs to me now.”
I could only rock against him, pressure building, building. Until his tongue met my clit again and I exploded.
I soared, past the ceiling and up into the sky, feeling light and weightless.
He didn’t stop, lapping up my orgasm. My fingers tingling, my toes curling. On and on, torturing me. Until I could only whimper and writhe against the hardwood floor. Until another wave washed over me, my whole body shuddering. Heat washing over me.
Fuuuuckkkk me.
When it subsided, I threw my arms out on the floor, limp and breathless, my tits still on display. “Oh my god,” I whispered.
He gave me a cocky grin. “That’s how you show gratitude, little bunny.”
“Yes, sir.” I grinned, overwhelmed with gratitude. “Thank you,” I said sincerely, feeling a dangerous warmth bubble up inside me. I was falling hard for this man. “Thank you for bringing her here. For taking care of me. The past few days were hard, but you know how to make me feel better.”
He hummed a sound of pleasure, fixing my shirt to cover me once more. “Of course.” Pinching my chin to hold me still, he kissed me. Softly, sweetly.
I felt lost in time, nothing else in the world existed. Until his hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me forward, whispering, “You’re perfect. So beautiful.” His lips languidly explored mine, not hurried. “And each and every orgasm you have is beautiful homage to me. Thank you.”
We lay like that for a long moment until, at the renewed sound of plates clattering, Amara called out, “Breakfast is ready.”
He stood, pulling me up with him. “Enjoy the next few days with her. I have something I have to do now, but I’ll be here tonight.”
“Okay.” I smiled, then looked down at my shirt. There were two wet spots on my breasts, and the bottom half of it was all wrinkled. I looked a mess.
“I’m just gonna……go change.” I mumbled, turning towards the stairs but his hand clasped around the back of my neck, jerking me to him. So close, I was nose to nose with him.
“No more hiding, Summer Duvall. Show the world exactly who you are. Don’t hide your true nature. Your wildness. Your sexuality.” His eyes blazed with sudden seriousness, “And definitely not your relationship to me. Own it proudly. No shame. No fear.” His hand on my shoulder turned me towards the doorway. “Besides, little bunny,” he growled fiercely, “that would defeat the purpose.”
He pushed me into the kitchen and I stumbled forward, frozen as Amara looked up. Her eyes went straight to the wet spots on my shirt.
She was holding the pan, scooping what looked like egg omelets onto three plates. At the sight of me in my current state, she too, froze. She stared at them for a long moment.
Then the heat of Rook’s body pressed against my back, his arm wrapping around my front, his hand around my throat possessively. “Thank you for making breakfast.” His voice a dark rumble that shot straight through to the vee of my thighs. Still.
“You’re…” Amara nodded, lips parted, her eyes on his fingers, which were now playing with my nipple. Red flooded my face at the shocked expression. I could feel his smirk.
Finally, she began sliding the eggs onto the plate with the spatula, quirking an eyebrow upward. “Not like that, huh?”
My cheeks were burning red. “Um,” I didn’t know what to say, how to explain. Then, remembering Rook’s words, I straightened. “You’re right, it is like that.”
“Good girl,” Rook murmured, kissing the top of my head.
There was a sudden sound behind me, and I turned to see a man walking through the front door, a motorcycle helmet in his hands.
“Fallon,” Rook frowned. “I told you I would meet you outside.”
Grey, washed-out eyes took in Rook and shrugged as if to say, got tired of waiting.
“Who’s this?” Amara asked, coming around the kitchen island, her eyes honing in on the man.
He looked so familiar… when suddenly, it hit me.
The Expiarus.
My god, he looked so different.
Instead of the black, starched cassock I’d always seen him in, he was wearing black jeans, T-shirt, and boots. The wall of black was a stark contrast to his pale skin.
He looked like a completely different man.
“This is Fallon,” Rook grumbled, clearly not wanting to introduce him.
“Oh,” Amara tucked silver hair behind her ear, giving him a bright smile. I saw her eyes skirt over his tattoos. “And who is Fallon?”
I stared at her in astonishment, whispering under my breath, “Done with men, huh?”
“Shut it,” she growled, elbowing me, then stepped forward, extending her hand. “I’m Amara.”
Fallon eyed her hand skeptically and, after a long hesitation, met her grip.
He had tattoos crawling up his neck and sleeves on both his arms. The hand currently shaking Amara’s was also marked with a mixture of black and red orchids and moths. The letters GRAVE were tattooed on each finger.
Nodding politely, though still not speaking, he quickly released her hand and ran it through his dark, oil slicked, black hair. The edges of his fingers were also black, as if dipped in ash.
“How do you know Rook?” Amara asked, not deterred by his silence.
She was wearing a red and green, ladybug print dress. In her hair was a sparkly ladybug clip.
They were like night and day.
When he didn’t answer, Rook reluctantly answered, “He’s a business associate.”
“Oh?” Amara said expectantly.
“He’s the minister of Blackthorne chapel,” I said, trying to make a connection between the two men.
“What’s an attractive, broody man like you doing as a minister?” she asked, stepping closer.
“Amara!” I said, exasperated. Christ, the woman had no shame.
“Well?” She said, putting her hand on his chest.
He immediately stepped back, and her hand dropped to her side, but he finally spoke. He starred just beyond her, his voice low and gravelly, “Just preaching redemption to the damned. And chasing my own.”
“Are you chasing your redemption or damnation?” she asked. “By dipping into the darkness? Wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming?”
His eyes sparked with interest and, for the first time, he looked directly at her.
Now it was she who shifted away from him, and I wondered if she sensed him staring into her soul, as I often had.
“Nameless here for evermore,” he said, and she grinned.
Were they speaking a different language?
They stared at each other for a long moment, a strange tension filling the room.
What was going on?
He finally looked away and at Rook, shifting the energy in the room. Rook took the hint, hooking his finger into the top of my shirt and pulling me to him.
“I need to go,” Rook murmured, staring at me with a softness in his eyes. “You two have fun.” Squeezing my hip, he pressed something hard into my hand. Closing my fingers around it, I recognized a bank card. I opened my mouth to argue with him but, at the warning look in his gaze, clamped my lips shut.
He wouldn’t want me to argue in front of Amara and Fallon.
They turned to leave, Rook brushing his lips across my forehead once more before they disappeared through the front door.
“What. The hell. Was that?” I asked Amara.
“Poe,” she said, as if that explained everything. She was staring at the front door wistfully, biting on her lip, “Sweet baby mythical jesus, he’s fire.”
“Girl,” I said, “the man is a minister. Probably sworn to chastity or something. Plus, you’re pregnant, remember? With another man’s baby. Or did you forget?”
“Oh believe me, I haven’t forgotten. Besides,” she wiggled her eyebrows, “he doesn’t seem like a very chaste man to me.”
“Christ,” I sighed, giving up on her. “Come on, let’s eat.” I directed her towards the table out in the screened-in porch, while I got us some fresh pressed orange juice from the fridge.
She grew quiet as we ate, and she stared out the large window, her gaze out across the landscape. Something was off. Was it because of what she’d just overheard?
Probably.
The food was a hard lump in my throat, and I struggled to swallow it down.
Finally, I placed my fork on my plate, “What? Just say it.”
“What was that? Out in the hallway. Give me a straight answer.”
“Like you have any room to talk.” Amara’d been having sex since she was fifteen. And now, she was currently in her messed up situation because she’d carelessly not taken her birth control. Even though I didn’t say the words, they sat between us like a dark cloud.
“You’re right,” she nodded, “I don’t. But that’s my exact point. What if he gets you pregnant, then ditches you?”
“He’s not like that,” I argued.
“Uh huh, sure. Just like your relationship ‘isn’t like that’.” She used air quotes.
“Amara.”
“Summer.”
We stared each other down.
“He brought you here, all because I’d asked him. He did that for me.”
“Darling,” her words rolled, “I told you, the man only wants one thing: to fuck you.”
“You don’t have to be so crude,” I growled.
“I’m being honest. If you get pregnant, he’ll spend his money just as fast to get you out of here.”
“And who says I’m going to get pregnant? And just because your boyfriend?—”
“Ex-boyfriend,” she interjected.
“—is an asshole,” I continued, “doesn’t mean all men are.”
“Says you, the girl with no other experience.”
My lips parted in shock. I’d never seen this side to Amara before.
I stood, picking up my plate, my food half eaten, not hungry anymore. “Not that it’s any of your business, but we haven’t actually fucked.”
“It sure looks like you haven’t.” She gestured towards my shirt.
“Not all the way. Despite how it looks.”
“Aww, is he saving himself, because you’re a virgin?”
“What the actual fuck, Amara!” Anger boiled through my veins. “You want to know the reason he brought you here?”
“Why?” she drawled.
“Because, last Friday we found Benson’s body by the bay. Someone killed him. And Rook brought you here because he wanted to make me feel better. Especially after my da—” I couldn’t finish my sentence.
“Shit, Summer.” Her lips parted in surprise, her face paling. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because,” I growled. “I haven’t had time. I had to get the permit signed to allow him to be buried on our property, organize the funeral, take care of his affairs, fly Callie back and forth, including picking her up and taking her to the airport. I’ve been busy. Then, on top of that, I was upset that—” My words stalled.
Someone had killed him—on my property. What if I could’ve stopped it? I should’ve checked in on him more.
What if someone did the same to me?
Silence settled between us, and Amara stared at her plate. All we could hear were birds cooing in a nest nearby. Finally, she stood, taking the plate from me, “I’ll take care of the dishes.”
“Amara,” I whispered, “What is going on with you? You’re never mean like this.”
She set the plates back on the table, and when she looked into my eyes, I could see the regret in them. “I’m scared, Summer. You don’t know how it’s been. My parents are threatening to kick me out if I don’t get an abortion.”
I swallowed hard, not surprised. Her parents were—n’t the best. “Looks like I’m not the only one keeping things.”
“Because I…” she gave me a hapless look, “I felt stupid. And weak. You’re always the strong one, and I was embarrassed.”
“Babe,” I gripped her hand, “I’m not strong. I’m scared out of my wits. Sometimes I feel like I can’t even move. Or think. I’ve only found an ounce of strength because of Callie. She gives me a reason to do what I need to do. I have no other choice. And you’ll get that too,” I nodded towards her belly, “the baby will give you what you need. And, now that I know, you’ll have me too. Screw your parents—they’ve always been assholes. I’ll support you any way I can. Just tell me how.”
“Really?” Her eyes were glossy with unshed tears.
“Of course! I would’ve found a way to fly you down here a week ago, if you’d have told me.”
“I didn’t want to be a burden on you. You have enough to worry about.”
“Well missy,” I bumped my hip to hers playfully, trying to lighten the mood, though we were both still feeling emotional. “What are best friends for if not to terrorize you.” My smile faded. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m not getting an abortion.” There was a fire to her words, and she placed her hand on her stomach. “But I…” she glanced away, as if ashamed, “I may give it up. For adoption. I haven’t decided.”
“Sweetie,” I cupped her face, forcing her to look into my eyes, “You’ll do the right thing. For you, for the baby. Whatever you decide.”
“Are you sure?” Her lower lip wobbled, showing a vulnerability I wasn’t used to seeing in Amara—she always exuded confidence and happiness. But I guess getting pregnant so young would make anyone doubt herself.
“Yes.”
“Okay,” she nodded, a tear making her eye shine, but she brushed it away.
“And, we have each other.”
“What about him?” She nodded towards the house.
“I—” I cut off. I didn’t know how to explain. How deeply I was falling for him. Everything he’d done for me. And yet, he wasn’t willing to commit long term. “This is just temporary.”
“You sure, sweetheart?” There was concern in her gaze. “It doesn’t look temporary.”
“Honestly, I’m not sure. But I…think so.”
She waited for me to explain, but when I didn’t, because I couldn’t, she nodded, pulling me in for a hug. “And I’m sorry for what I said. I just… I don’t want you to end up like me. But I shouldn’t have judged. It was wrong.”
“I know,” I held her close, “We’ll take care of each other. And Callie. And your baby. Okay?” I felt like a hypocrite—knowing that I wouldn’t ever tell Amara everything, but it was the only way to protect her from the Magnolia.
“Okay,” she mumbled into my hair, then pulled back, all the seriousness gone from her face, “Did he seriously give you a black card?”
“I think so…?”
She grabbed it from where I’d placed it on the table. “Uh, yeah girl. Let’s go buy a boat!”
“A boat? Seriously. Who’s going to drive it.”
She shrugged. “Actually,” she leaned in, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, ”But I know something even better.”