Chapter Nineteen Ezra #2
I check the time and am surprised to see that the cidery is five minutes from closing.
Where the hell did the day go?
“Uh, yeah. Just let me wrap this up, and I’ll be out there.”
“Okay, but don’t take too long. I still owe you a rematch from last time.”
I smile. “I’ll be quick.”
I watch her go until she disappears around the corner at the end of the hall, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
I’m glad she’s here. Of course I am. But after the conversation with her dad earlier, I’m honestly not sure I want to be near her right now. All it does is make my head foggy and make me feel things that I . . . fuck, things I really shouldn’t be feeling.
Things I can’t feel.
I wait until fifteen after to go out there and bid good night to our closing bartender. If they’re wondering why Summer is here this late, they don’t question it. I’m sure they figure it has something to do with the remodel.
I find Summer standing at the Jurassic Park machine, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, brows furrowed in concentration as she mashes down on the buttons. Fuck, she looks good. She’s wearing another tiny skirt, and I wonder if she’s bothered with real underwear tonight or not.
The machine’s lights go off, the music playing loudly, and Summer pumps her fist excitedly at whatever she just accomplished.
“Oh shit!” she exclaims, pushing the button on the side quickly.
She’s not fast enough, and her shoulders sag at the loss of her ball.
I laugh, and she whirls around at the intrusion.
“I lost.”
“It’s because you got cocky.”
“I did not,” she argues, though we both know it’s a lie. “You distracted me.”
“You didn’t even know I was here.”
“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “I always know where you are, Ezra.”
I always know where she is too.
But I don’t tell her that. Instead, I roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt and step up beside her. “Does the pro get a chance now?”
She waves her hand toward the machine. “Be my guest.”
I pop a few quarters in, position myself against the machine, then pull the lever back. I hit my target immediately, then again. I do it over and over until my points far exceed whatever Summer had up on the board, and I delight in how salty she looks beside me as I keep going.
“You suck,” she says when I finally lose, my score three times as high as hers.
I point out the numbers with multiple commas. “That says otherwise.”
She huffs. “Whatever. It’s not fair. You’ve had more time to practice over the last few days than I have.”
It’s the first time she’s mentioned her absence, and now that I know what she’s been up to, I feel like I have to tread carefully.
“Well, that wouldn’t be the case if you were around.”
She grins, and there’s something flirty about it. “Why, Ezra, is that your way of saying you missed me?”
Yes.
“You wish,” I say instead, grabbing her by the waist and tugging her close. She comes to me easily, her arms going around my neck, that smile stretched across her ruby-red lips.
“Hi,” she says on a giggle, batting her lashes up at me.
“Hi yourself. How was your day?”
“Better now.”
“Do anything fun?”
It’s marginal, but I feel her stiffen in my arms, and I don’t miss when she darts her eyes away as she answers me. “Not really. Just been working on the menu.”
I wait for her to tell me about the recipes she’s testing out, the ones that have worked and the ones that haven’t, but she doesn’t elaborate.
I should probably be mad that she’s holding her cards so close to her chest, but I can’t be. Not when I’ve missed her so much, and I’m just glad to have her in my arms.
“It’s going to be amazing,” I tell her, dragging her even closer. I run my nose against her cheek, loving the hitch in her breath. “And you want to know how I know that?”
“H-How?”
“Because . . .” I kiss her cheek, then again, this time closer to her lips. “You’re amazing, Sunny.”
Then my mouth is on hers because I can’t wait another second. I have to touch her. Kiss her. Devour her.
I don’t think I have an option anymore.
She kisses me back with equal ardor, and all it does is make me want her that much more.
Summer’s hands drop to my belt, then my zipper, and I’m being pulled free from my boxer briefs in record time.
“Fuck,” I hiss as she takes me in her hand. “That feels so good. It’s been too long.”
She laughs. “Three days is too long?”
“When it comes to you? Yes.”
We pause because holy heavy, but I don’t regret saying it. Not when I mean it as much as I do.
Then we’re more frantic than ever before, our lips connecting as Summer continues to stroke me. I tug her T-shirt free because I need to feel her bare skin beneath my hands.
She sighs when my fingers brush against her stomach, a shudder racking through her.
“That feels good.”
“You feel good,” I counter.
She smiles against me. “I know something else that will feel good.”
Then she’s dropping to her knees, taking me into her wet, warm mouth before I can even register what’s happening.
It’s not the first time she’s worshipped my cock with her tongue, but it still somehow feels like it is, and I think that’s because I’ll never quite get used to being with her like this and how absolutely fucking euphoric it is.
“Summer,” I say, my hands sliding into her hair. I don’t know if I’m pulling her closer or trying to push her away. “I’m gonna come like this.”
She pulls off me long enough to say, “Pretty sure that’s the point.”
Then her mouth is back right where I want it, and I’m lost in the feeling again as she sucks me to the back of her throat.
It’s too much, having her tongue swirl around me, one hand working over my cock, the other cupping my balls just the way I like it.
“I’m warning you, Sunny,” I say, tugging her silky brown locks. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to make a mess.”
She flicks her gaze up to me but doesn’t let go.
A minute later I’m delivering on my promise, and she sucks me down like she’s never wanted anything more.
I don’t think I have either.
I pull her up almost instantly, pressing my mouth to hers, not caring that I just came inside it. I just need to kiss her. Need to feel her against me.
I only break our kiss long enough to tug her shirt over her head. I toss it aside—a problem for later—and find her lips again. After devouring her mouth, I kiss my way down her chin and over her throat, nipping at her just because I can.
When I see the little marks I’m leaving behind, only one word goes through my mind—mine.
It’s absurd. Absolutely fucking preposterous considering we’re not really anything, but I can’t stop thinking it.
Mine, I chant as I push her skirt up.
Mine, I say again as I slide her panties to the side.
Mine, I think as I press two fingers into her needy cunt.
“You’re so goddamn wet for me, Sunny.”
She nods, her head thrown back. “All for you.”
“Want to fuck you.” I pump into her, hooking my fingers and pressing on that spot I know drives her wild. “Can I do that? Can I bury my cock inside you until you’re whimpering in my arms?”
“Please. Please, Ezra,” she begs, and the sound is like the perfect song.
I pull my fingers from her and grab her by the waist, sitting her up on the pinball machine she’s been pressed against. Thank god for tempered glass, or else I’d be scared of breaking the top.
“Get your tits out. I want to see them bounce as I fuck this beautiful pussy,” I tell her.
She scrambles to do just that, and I have to stop and admire her once the material is tossed to the side.