131. Summer #2
“You’re wearing it,” I say. I’m not sure I’ve ever noticed before, but the fact that he is wearing it has something warm, tender, and gentle unfurling inside me.
“I often do,” he says, supporting his weight on the opposite elbow he has planted next to my head.
“When do you not?” I ask.
“Work, normally,” he says, cupping my cheek.
I lift a brow. “You have a job you can’t wear it to?”
He chuckles at my not-so-subtle probing. “I don’t want to lose it, so I usually put it in my desk for safekeeping.”
“Hm,” I say, filing that information away.
“Is your job dangerous?” I ask, pushing my luck for more information .
“In a way,” he replies, tilting his head.
I play with the bracelet, feeling the smoothness of the shells, interrupted by their sharper ridges.
“Are you truly curious about what I do, or are you trying to guess who I am?”
My lips twitch. “Can’t it be both?” I brush my fingers up his biceps. “Your muscles are so big?.?.?.”
“Are they?” he asks, flexing beneath my fingers.
I grin up at him and turn my head, licking along his bulging biceps.
He moans. “Maybe I’m vain, and I like to hear you say it.”
“I want to know what you really look like.”
“One day, princess.”
My phone pings, and I reach underneath his arm to grab it off the bedside table. I frown when I see Max’s name pop up.
Do Not Fuck
Hey, Rafe told me about his deal.
I sigh and quickly change his name in my phone.
Summer
How are you going to survive all summer without your boyfriend?
I answer him with our usual banter, trying to dissolve some of the awkwardness that has crept into our friendship. Tension radiates off the stranger, and I glance at him to see his gaze locked on the screen.
“I forgot they were close,” he says, his voice tight as he shifts off me.
“Yeah, I’m not sure who Rafe is more in love with, Max or Mira.”
My phone pings again, and I feel the stranger growing angrier with each passing second.
Max
You’re hilarious. But I’m worried about him going back to the fighting pits while down there.
Summer
I’m not sure that he will. Mira will be with him every few months. He won’t want to do anything to upset her.
Maybe we should give him a subtle warning, though.
I lock my phone and turn to face the stranger. He wraps his arm around me possessively and pulls me close, hitching my leg up so my knee is against his hip.
“Hi,” I say, petting his chest soothingly.
“If I could, I would show you all the ways you are mine right now,” he growls.
“Is someone feeling jealous?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair.
The stranger leans in, his lips hovering over mine, but then he curses and pulls back. “I should probably go before I do something we’ll both regret.”
“Stranger?.?.?.” I whisper, both my body and heart screaming for me to pull him back. His hand slips to my ass, and he squeezes hard. I moan and press my aching breasts against his chest, needing more of him, all of him.
“How many more exams do you have?” he asks, his voice husky.
“Three,” I say, and he groans. “But I was thinking we could plan something for the summer? Something to look forward to?”
“What did you have in mind?” he asks, nuzzling my cheek and sliding the hard ridge of his cock over my clit, the delicious pressure making me moan. The thickness of my sweatpants frustrates me.
“Maybe a day away somewhere? Another realm?” I say, panting as I try to focus and get the words out.
He hums thoughtfully. “Maybe Nevarra? It’s a mountainous realm, beautiful and secluded.”
I moan softly as he rocks against me again, his big hands cupping my ass and angling my hips. I brush my lips along the underside of his jaw, my core clenching, aching with the emptiness.
“Sounds perfect?.?.?.” I hesitate for a long moment. “Maybe we could go a little further?”
“Further?”
“Sexually. ”
He stills and pulls back. “Oh?”
“If you want,” I say with a small shrug, dragging my nails down his chest. “What do you say? One night and then we don’t do it again until I know who you are.”
He moans, and the sound is so deliciously filthy. “Fuck. One night.” He grinds against me again, and I swear I can almost feel the bars of his piercings rolling over my clit. “Is there going to be a limit on the number of times during this one night?”
“No.”
He groans huskily. “Anything you won’t want me to do to you?”
“What do you mean?” I ask with a frown.
He smirks and leans in, biting my ear and making my head spin with lust. “Any way I shouldn’t fuck you?”
“How do you want to fuck me?” I ask, my cheeks heating.
He pulls back to look at me, digging his fingers into my ass.
“I want your mouth, your pussy, and your ass to be full of my cum. I want you to be my little fuck doll who craves my touch even as I move your body for you. I want to bring you such great pleasure that you think the world is beginning and ending over and over again. I want you to scream until your throat gives out.”
My breath hitches, my body a melting mess of desire, and my panties are soaked.
“One night. Anything you want. I want it all. I want all of you.”
“One fucking night,” he says, watching me, his eyes boring into me.
I manage to sort my mind out enough to pull back. “You need to go,” I say, pushing lightly at his chest. “I have studying to do, and you are?.?.?. -extremely distracting.”
He groans deeply, and I smirk. “Just think of the summer, Stranger.”
“I’ll think of being inside Summer this summer.”
My lips twitch. “Exactly.”
“Tell me to go again, or I won’t leave.”
I bite my lip, and then I lean into him, whispering as I hover my lips over his, “Let me study.”
“Goodbye, little fae.”
“Goodbye, Stranger.”