Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Hatch
I was pretty damn happy and it wasn’t even about the sex.
Okay, the sex was a big part of it. I wanted more sex with Summer because I suspected it was going to be amazing.
All of the interactions so far had been: the kiss, the hood, even my early fucking arrival.
However, if full-on, fist-the-bedsheets, break-the-bed sex wasn’t on the table, I would still have been thrilled.
Because I was connecting with this woman in a way I’d never connected with anybody.
Whenever I thought of the reasons why this was a bad idea—Carter, Carter, and what’s that you say?
Carter?—a rain cloud zoomed in and dumped a shit-ton of water on my Summer-filled head.
So I raised a metaphorical umbrella, put on a mental windbreaker, and blocked it the fuck out.
Summer had shared with me her fears, her insecurities, things that made her relationship with Carter clearer. It didn’t fix the fact that he was my teammate, but it gave me more clarity about her.
That was all I needed.
The drive home was about ten minutes, and we spent it sharing goofy smiles and linking fingers. I was holding hands with Summer Landry and heading home to spend the night with her. Maybe more …
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
As soon as we parked in the driveway, we turned and looked at each other. The lightheartedness of before had vanished, leaving gravity in its wake.
I broke the silence. “Would you—”
“Yes.”
“How about—”
“Definitely.”
We exited and circled the hood—ah, memories—to meet in front of the car.
She still wore my shirt, but no bikini so her sweet, suckable nipples poked against the thin fabric.
Her shorts, the ones that belonged to my great-grandmother, hung loose on her hips.
That should have made it weird, yet I had never wanted anything more.
Instinctively we moved into each other’s arms and kissed, the force of our melding like a flash fire throughout my body. After embarrassing myself tonight, I knew I had to pace this better. First, privacy. Second, a bed. Assuming I could make it.
I would make it.
I scooped her up, loving the sexy gasp she expelled, and loving even more the raised eyebrow she gave me as I walked around the side of the cottage, the pool house my goal.
“Show-off,” she murmured as she applied gentle kisses to my cheekbones and nose and eyelids (one at a time, thankfully, so I didn’t trip). The house was unlocked, which was probably not the most sensible, but I was sure as hell glad of it now. I would stand for no barriers.
Once inside, I moved toward the bedroom on the first floor. Finally, I lay her down, but I didn’t let her go. Parting from her seemed like the worst idea, so I lay over her, cupped her sweet ass and wrapped her leg around my hip.
“How long do you think you’ll last this time?”
I shut my eyes. Smiled. Opened them again.
“You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?”
“Nope. As a first-time story, it’s one for the books.” A first-time story. As if we were building a history here, with that hood fumble as one of the building blocks. “I might even have to invent a nickname for you,” she added.
“No nicknames. I have enough nicknames.”
“Right. Dino Boy. Boat Boy.” She thought on it, though not for long. “Maybe Minute Man or Hatch the … Flash! You’ll need to show me a hundred more orgasms before you make me forget The Hot Hood Chronicles.”
“Think I can manage that. If you let me.” I kneeled up and peeled off my T-shirt, forcing the laugh to die on her lips.
“You are something else, Hatch Kershaw.” She leaned up on her elbows and shrugged off the shirt. I helped with her shorts, then kicked off my own.
Brushing a hand over my cotton-clad erection, she curled a finger in the waistband and pulled me toward her.
“You don’t have to take it slow,” she said, clearly pitying me for my earlier performance.
“Don’t rush me.” I wanted to savor every second. I’d already seen her under the moonlight, and she was just as beautiful gilded in the muted lamplight.
Earlier, she was nervous—about the size of her pretty tits, the feel of her rib cage under my hands, the fact we were crossing lines. Now, she looked up at me, her gaze clear, true, ready.
How had I gotten so lucky?
I ran my palm over her breast, used my thumb to peak a nipple. Coasting my palm down over her stomach, I cupped between her legs. She planted her foot on the bed, opened to give me access, and arched into my touch.
She was already soaked. My fingers picked up the moisture, plucked, swirled, and stroked.
Feeling wasn’t enough. I needed to see.
And taste.
I spread her thighs wider, then kissed the soft skin inside her leg.
She quivered as I moved closer to the beating heart of her.
Touching my lips to her pussy, I tasted her again, the perfect combination of heat and sugar.
Instantly hard, I began to doubt my stamina once again.
I had already made her come a couple of times, and I was determined to yield more orgasms from her.
I could run hockey stats. Dad’s were better, but I didn’t need to be thinking of him right now. To be honest, I wanted to stay in the moment with Summer.
She grasped my hair. I peered up.
“Hatch, I’m not going to last.”
“Not fun, is it? Though, it’s kind of the idea.”
“But …”
I leaned up. “What, Sunshine? Tell me.”
“I—I hate to talk about what my sex life was like before, but this is already a million times better.”
It would be immature to gloat right now. Later, maybe. “Tell me how you want it. Slow, dirty, fast, raw? I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I like it … slow and like you can’t get enough of me.”
“That won’t be a problem. You taste so good, Summer. I could eat you out all day, so how about you let me get down to the business of making you feel sexy and wanted?”
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
Two minutes later, she screamed my name and bucked against my mouth. Thank God, because I was about to blow myself.
I checked in as I grabbed a condom from the nightstand. “I’d prefer to be inside you when I come. Is that okay?”
“Well, as I missed the main event before—”
“Dammit!”
She laughed. “Permission for your trigger-happy dick to climb aboard, captain.”
I rolled on the condom, and despite my burning need, I still managed not to act like getting to home base was my only concern. Summer liked it slow, so that’s what I gave her. One long, consuming stroke into her, then a moment of stillness to take it all in.
I interlocked my fingers with hers and grasped her hand tight at the side of her face. Holding her gaze was a revelation.
She didn’t look away.
I couldn’t have if I tried.
“You feel amazing,” I whispered.
She squeezed. I groaned.
That made her chuckle. And that made me pinch her ass.
“Hatch!” With her accent, it sounded like Haa-itch.
“That’s what you get for your sass, Sunshine.”
“I think I can handle any punishment you dish out.”
And then I kissed her, loving how connected I felt to this person I had wanted nothing to do with for so long. Now she was here—and I had no intention of letting her go.
My mission, if I chose to accept it: give this woman the best night of her life.
A slow build, just how she liked it, each thrust deeper than the last, each stroke bringing me closer to release and to something else. Something indefinable.
Something so special I wasn’t sure it was real.