Chapter 31
Thirty-One
NOAH
When I return home from dog walking for a lunch break, Vee is scrubbing dishes in my sink.
“Would you stop? You already apologized a dozen times, promised to pay my hospital bill, took care of the animals while I was gone, and deep-cleaned my house twice.”
“I beat you over the head with a shovel, Noah. I knocked your ass flat out. The least I can do is wash your dishes.”
“I think that’s a little dramatic.”
Explaining the lump on my head to the doctors was nerve-racking, but Summer blurted that the accident occurred during a home DIY project. Not exactly a lie.
I may have sustained a few injuries in the time that I’ve known Summer, but she’s been well worth every single one.
While she’s gone for the weekend shopping for a bridesmaid dress for her mom’s wedding, Vee has been finding a million excuses to do me favors. Which means Mom also believes she can waltz into my home whenever she pleases. But I can’t complain—she always brings snacks.
Vee drops a plate in the sudsy water and half-turns to face me. “I really am sorry. You’re my brother. As annoying as you are, I would never want to actually hurt you.”
She blinks away the tears moments after I catch a glimpse of them.
“Vee, it’s fine. You wouldn’t have done it if you’d known it was me. Besides, I’m glad you did it.”
“What?” she squawks. “You are?”
“Yeah. You wanted to protect Summer. If there really had been someone who wanted to hurt her, you would’ve stopped them.”
“Well, she is practically a member of the family now.”
“Keep your voice down.” My gaze darts to the catio. Pretty sure Mom is out there cuddling with some of the cats. Or she’s snooping through my house looking for a ring. “You know no one in this family can keep a secret.”
The day Summer left to spend a long weekend with her mom, I went out and bought the engagement ring I’d picked for her weeks ago. Now, I’m just waiting for the right moment. The right way to do it. To ask her to be my wife.
“Summer comes home tomorrow,” I remind my sister.
“Good. I’m really glad you two are back together.” Her smile is sincere. About time she got on board. “I’m sorry I ever tried to get in the middle of it.”
“Wow. A few months ago, I’d never heard you apologize once in your life, and now I’ve lost count.”
She swats at my arm before returning to the dirty dishes in the sink. “Don’t get used to it. I’ll never have anything to apologize for again. That’s the last mistake I’ll ever make.”
“Somehow, I doubt that.” I clear my throat and lower my voice. “Anyway. You can do me one last favor.”
Vee brightens. “Perfect.”
“Don’t come over tomorrow. And keep Mom away.”
“Fine. Fuck you too.”
“Because Summer will be here. And let’s just say, I have big plans for her.” Big, big plans. Deep plans. Wild, loud, sweaty plans.
“Ew, gross.” She grimaces. “I don’t need to hear anymore. Yes, I will make sure Mom doesn’t drop in on your kinky outdoor sex marathon.”
“Good. And make sure you stay beyond a three-mile radius. I don’t need to worry about getting killed while I’m trying to make my girlfriend c—”
“Okay!” Vee shouts, dropping the final dirty plate back in the sink. “You know what? I’ve done you enough favors. Do your own damn dishes.”
Just as Vee is about to search for her, Mom strides into the room. She plants her hands on her hips and huffs. “So when are you finally going to propose?”
A wet dream stirs me from sleep. Summer on top of me, riding my cock, a knife pressed to my throat.
She really awakened something in me when she pointed that knife at me when we met.
I blink into the darkness, heart hammering. Guess the anticipation of her return tomorrow night is enough to disrupt my sleep.
My last attempt at giving Summer a wild night in the woods was thwarted, but this time, I’m determined to make it happen.
The house is strangely quiet. I couldn’t have any of my clients’ pets here this weekend. Not for what I have planned for Summer.
Something spongy and wet strokes up my cock.
“What the fuck?” My heart lurches to my throat as pleasure spikes through my limbs.
I yank the blanket off me.
There’s Summer in a sheer, lace red nightie that displays the outline of her matching bra and panties. Her tits nearly spill out as she hunches over my cock, hand at the base, and her mouth wraps around the tip.
She sucks. Hard.
Her cheeks hollow with the effort, and I groan, stiff length twitching in her grasp.
“Jesus,” I gasp. She’s already got me breathless and panting. “What are you doing here, baby? I thought you were getting back tomorrow.”
“I came home early.” She grins up at me through thick lashes. “To surprise you.”
I want you to wake me up with a blowjob. I want you to break into my house, but I’m the one who chases you down and catches you.
She’s here to fulfill my fantasy.
Holy shit. Summer broke into my place. She might be better at this than I am.
I guess it’s not hard to be.
Oh, wait. She does have a code for my front door. So I suppose the whole breaking-in part wasn’t that challenging. But the fact that she was able to sneak through my house and into my room, then crawl into my bed without waking me is truly impressive.
And disturbing. Apparently, I sleep like the dead. If Summer were a dangerous person, I’d be past tense by now. Survival instincts: zero.
I was supposed to be outside waiting for her when she arrived. I’d ambush her as she was exiting her car, chase her around for a bit, tie her up, and drag her inside. Everything I planted to bind her is out there.
Shit.
Summer pops her mouth off my tip with so much force, I bite down on my lip to keep from yelping. With a coy smile, she crawls up my body and straddles me, the satin of her tissue-thin panties sliding over my cock as she rocks her hips. “Did you miss me?”
“God, yes.” Suddenly, I don’t care about the plans I made for her. Whatever Summer has planned for me, I’ll happily accept. We’ve got plenty of time to act out every one of our fantasies.
She plants her hands on my chest, seriousness pinching her features.
“Noah, you’ve done so much for me since we met.
I know I’ll never be able to make us even, and I know that’s not what relationships are about anyway, but I want you to know: I’ll do whatever I can to make you happy.
I’m sorry anyone ever mistreated you, and honestly, I’m not sure what I would do if I ever found myself face-to-face with anyone who had. ”
Damn. Scary Summer is sexy as hell. “I’m sure you’d frighten them off. Especially if you bring out that knife again. I know I almost pissed myself.”
She giggles. “But seriously, I just . . . I want you to know that while I appreciate how much you bend over backwards for me, I would do the same for you. I want to. Your needs, your happiness, matter just as much to me as my own.”
Her words are eerily reminiscent of what Vee said to me while we were building the catio. Every girl you’ve dated, you’ve always put her needs above yours, like your needs don’t matter. But they do. Any woman who’s worth your time will know that. She’ll treat you like her partner, not her servant.
Turns out, I had already met that woman. And I’m so unbelievably lucky to have found her.
“Have I mentioned I love you?” I fist my hands in her sheer nightie and grind her against me. “And I really missed you.”
A smile pulls at her lips. “You might have. But I won’t ever get tired of hearing it.”
She presses a soft kiss to my lips before it turns hungrier, more desperate, and she grinds on me like she’s trying to get herself off.
I smirk. “You going to ride me hard, sweets?”
“Are you going to be a good boy and come for me?” She slips a hand down to cup my balls.
Jesus. She’s not giving me much of a choice, is she? “Only if you’ll be a good girl and make me.”
I thrust my hips, rolling my cock against her. I need her. Now.
“Hmm.” Summer taps her chin, brows furrowed in exaggerated contemplation. “I think I’m going to be a bad girl tonight, actually.”
Before I can react, she jumps off me and races to the door, pausing to grin back at me.
My cock aches at the sudden absence of her, the need for release coiling every muscle in my body with hot frustration.
What the hell just happened?
I want you to break into my house, but I’m the one who chases you down and catches you.
Right. I forgot this was the next part of the fantasy I shared with her. Every time I’m with her, all thoughts leave my head.
With a matching grin, I scramble out of bed and dart after her. She squeals with delight as she races from the room, and that alone is enough to make my heart soar.
Good girl, bad girl—whatever she wants to be, I’ll take it. As long as she’s my girl.