31. Chapter 31
“Is everything alright?” I asked.
Summoner pulled over the bike right on the other side of the gate.
He took off his helmet and smiled at me. “Everything’s fine, I was thinking we could hang out for a bit. Not quite ready to go back yet.”
His boyish grin shaved years off him and effortlessly melted my heart. I could never say no to that.
The main house overlooked us on the front lawn. There wasn’t much of anything out here beside a massive expanse of grass and a few trees. Everything at El Huerto del Sol was beyond the hill. A small breeze ruffled the grass, and the blades tickled my ankles.
“So, how much land is here?” I asked.
“I think a little over three miles.”
“Wow,” I whistled.
“Too much?” he asked.
I shrugged.
“… I never noticed it before, but the farm looks like that movie we watched.”
“Kiki’s?”
He nodded. I squealed. It really did look like a Ghibli movie. All I needed now was a magical talking animal sidekick.
I plopped down in the grass and Summoner followed suit beside me. He squinted up at the sky, artfully avoiding eye contact with me. The afternoon sun smoothed his features, exposing the softness he kept hidden away. Walls forced up by his mental health.
“Do you see any shapes?” he asked.
It took me a moment to realize he meant the clouds. I lay on my back and looked up. The brightness stung my eyes and forced a moment of adjustment. The white wisps looked formless to me.
“Not really,” I admitted.
I sighed heavily as the clouds floated by. Going out as a couple…a normal thing for anyone else. My reclusive former rockstar, though? Not so much. His mental health held him back as much as mine did.
Settled in the grass, the heaviness of reality weighed me down.
As if connected by the tightness of string, Summoner’s hand found mine.
The blades of grass folded in on themselves underneath our clasped hands.
My heartbeat pulsed through my body, deep and puncturing.
I forced a swallow past the tightness in my throat.
His hand covered mine in a hardened, protective shell.
He was my safety. My comfort. My home. From the moment our eyes met in that coffee shop, I felt connected in all the ways I had been desperate for my whole life.
The awareness. The keen ability to be seen and acknowledged laid in his gaze.
He had my whole heart. It didn’t matter what our families thought, what society thought, or what fans online might say.
How he made me feel was the only factor of any importance.
I had spent so much time convincing myself that taking the money was the easiest way out of this situation. That my feelings were wrong.
At this moment, I truly realized what was important. I wanted him. I loved him, and that was okay.
Raw, unquantifiable love. Nothing more, nothing less. No quantifying statements. Just love in all its weighted glory.
I rolled onto my side and looked at Summoner. The calm joy on his face smashed my heart into a million pieces. A debilitating wave of emotions washed over me.
“Summ…” I breathed.
“Hmmm?” He hummed with an awareness that never made his responses flat.
“C-C-Can I tell…Can I tell you something?” I stammered as my declaration threatened to burst out of me.
“Always.”
Part of me wanted to hold it in. To keep it to myself, away from the pain of rejection.
But everything about Summoner screamed possibility.
Being here with him was a shade of impossible, yet here we were.
Out in the world. Together and alive. So alive, with the warmth of the sun on our skin. I needed to embrace the possibility.
“Summoner…” I closed my eyes. Confessing feelings seemed so much easier behind the dark of my eyelids. “…I love you…”
Terror strangled me. My chest rose and fell erratically as the weight of what I said settled between us. A short chuckle left Summoner.
“Poppy.”
That same song beckoned me. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. The fact that he looked so unnervingly calm upended me. I wanted to rewind time, to snatch back my words.
“…You love me?” he whispered.
Nerves scribbled through my abdomen. I couldn’t speak. I nodded.
His facade cracked down the middle as a boyish smile spread across his face. “…I love you too, Poppy.”
My heart was pounding. The violent beating was almost enough to send me into a panic. He rolled onto his side and reached out to cup my cheek. As his hand settled on my face, I felt a slight tremor.
“… I, I never would have imagined…” He shook that thought away. “I love you, Poppy.”
“I love you, Summoner.”
I scooted up, closing the gap between us, and pressing my lips onto his.
As our kiss deepened, I breathed in his scent.
His mouth on mine spoke a million words.
Explained thousands of things. I inched a leg over his hips.
His free hand gripped my waist, pushing me onto his lap.
I pressed Summoner into the earth with desire as our tongues danced together in a slick tango.
My hips humped against his stiffening cock.
Quickly, Summoner sat up, taking control from me.
My dress bunched up around my waist. I moaned deliriously as our foreheads pushed together.
His warmth breath combined with mine, in and out, in and out.
Summoner’s heavy hands slid up my thighs.
Seeds of anticipation bloomed inside of me as his rough fingertips skimmed along my skin.
He smiled against my mouth while those adept fingers dipped into my panties.
Head slumped against his shoulder, my breathing thinned.
The depraved sound of my wetness soaking his hand burned my ears.
“You’re so wet, Poppy.”
Groaning, I writhed against him out of a sense of growing desperation. My thighs parted ever so slightly, sinking his fingers further into me.
“Oh, dear.” He chuckled. “This sweet little pussy is just drenched.”
His curled fingers worked my inner walls. Zaps shot up my spine. I whimpered.
“You need more?” he asked.
My hips bucked forward. He met my want with his thumb on my clit.
The nub buzzed awake as he stroked it with slow, causal circles.
I clawed at his back through the thin fabric of his shirt.
I was losing myself. Warmth and tightness built inside of me.
More and more. Heights that threatened to strangle desire from me.
“Fuck…” My voice fluttered off the cool breeze.
I needed more. The desperation was frightening.
“Are you gonna come for me, sweetheart?” His voice dripped with saccharine taunting.
My eyes squeezed closed. My breath caught in my throat as desire overcame me.
“Summoner,” I choked out.
My body vibrated, broken by delicious waves of pleasure and the slight hint of pain.
“I love you!”
My sobs were sharp and disjointed as pleasure exploded inside me.
“H-H-How romantic is finger fucking on your front lawn?” I mused as I floated down from the lofty peaks of orgasm.
He chuckled. “The height of romance.”
My fingertips trailed up his spine, inching into his hair.
“…C-Can you say it again?” My cheek heated as I stammered over my question. The sudden bashfulness was unexpected.
“I. Love. You.” He accented every word with a pointedness only he possessed.
There was no doubt on his lips. Summoner’s fingers worked over my clit again with leisurely strokes. Climax came much easier this time. The build was quick. The pressure detonated me without a fight. I surrendered to desire, shouting my confession to the heavens again.
“Summoner, I love you!”
The words etched themselves onto my throat. An aching, painful oath released in a high-pitched wail.
“I want to be inside you so fucking bad.” He grinned against my neck.
“What’s stopping you? Please make love to me.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t have any condoms.”
The thought of heading back to the house seemed like an ordeal I didn’t want to wrestle with.
“I…I have an IUD in, and I got tested a couple of weeks ago…I’m good if you are.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
I kissed him as an answer. We both threw second thoughts to the wind.
I eased off his lap, and he yanked down his pants with a flurry of frantic motions.
Pants and underwear somewhere around his ankles, I straddled him and gripped his cock with both hands.
I slid my hands up and down his length. His mouth dropped open in a silent moan. Carefully, I eased myself onto his lap.
“Fuck…” I moaned through clenched teeth.
Nothing between us. A new level of intimacy.
He was so stiff and warm. I felt him everywhere.
The fullness was delightful. I heard my breath catch as my body clenched.
Head back, my lungs burned as I forgot what breathing was.
The weight of Summoner’s hands on my hips pulled me back to the moment.
His grip was tight as I slowly moved my hips.
“God, that’s my Poppy.” He nipped at my ear, sending a shutter down my spine.
“Yours? Promise?” I clenched his shirt with both fists.
“Always.”
His strokes overtook mine as he pumped into me.
“It feels like…like I was meant to be yours…” I confessed with a whimper.
“You are mine. My Poppy…” He moaned. “Mine. I love you.”
Our lips fumbled together in a series of awkward kisses.
“Promise?” I whimpered as the tide of pleasure grabbed me once again.
My pussy felt impossibly tight and tender as my body tensed and shuddered with ecstasy.
“Promise. Sweetheart. I love you.”
Summoner’s thrusts picked up speed. My knees dug into the ground. I struggled to stay upright as he fucked me senseless. The bucking was wild, almost crazed. My pussy throbbed as he tortured me. His cock twitched deep inside of me. He moaned quietly as a wave of warmth filled me.
His chest rose and fell manically against mine. He held me close as we dropped backward onto the ground. Tangled in each other’s arms, clothes askew, covered in a sheen of post-sex sweat, chunks of dirt, grass, and body fluids, I was sure we were a mess.
Before I could get on board with thinking of cleaning myself up, Summoner grabbed my face with both hands.
“You okay?” His eyes searched mine.
“I’m better than okay,” I breathed. “I’m in love with you.”