Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
EVERS
Ikissed Summer with everything pent up inside me. Love and lust and adoration. I kissed her for the months we'd spent apart, for everything I hadn't given her. Everything I’d denied myself.
My mouth claimed hers, and she claimed me back, kissing me with a hunger I'd missed more than anything. I couldn't get enough. It had been too long, too much time apart, exquisitely aware that she hated me. Afraid I'd never touch her again.
Now she was here, in my arms, and I was lightheaded with relief. If I'd had any idea how good it would feel to tell Summer I loved her, I would have done it a long fucking time ago.
Finally, I wasn’t hiding what I felt. Wasn’t trying to protect myself. Now it was just Summer and me, and she knew everything.
She knew everything, and she was kissing me like she'd never let me go.
I slid my hands down her back to close over her ass, lifting her into my arms. Her skirt hiked up, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding on as I carried her to the wide, deep sofa across the room.
The rest of the world fell away. There was no Cynthia. No staff. No fathers. No intruders. No attempted break-ins. No angry husbands. There was just Summer and me.
"I missed you," Summer said into my mouth, her fingers busy on the buttons of my shirt. I slid my hand beneath her back, searching for the zipper of her dress, finally finding it on the side and pulling it all the way down to the swell of her hip.
I sat up enough to yank off my shirt. Summer shimmied out of the bodice of her dress, the bright pink linen fabric sliding down to reveal her breasts encased in lace of the same pink.
Fuck me.
I'd missed her breasts almost as much as I'd missed Summer herself. Full and round, her curves highlighted by the tan line left from her bathing suit, the hidden skin of her breasts a creamy white that turned abruptly to a deep tan, her nipples rosy and begging for my mouth.
She shoved the dress down over her hips, a matching pink lace thong coming into view one inch at a time.
I pushed off the couch and fumbled with my belt, shedding my clothes at warp speed. When I was naked, I grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled, stripping it down her long legs before tossing it on the floor next to my own things.
She was gorgeous. Perfect. I stretched out on top of her, her soft curves molding to my body.
The roundness of her full breasts, the curve of her belly, the velvet-soft skin of her inner thigh brushing mine as she raised her legs and hooked them around my hips, my cock trapped between us, rubbing the lace of her thong.
Bliss.
Summer, mostly naked in my arms, the heat of her pussy pressed to my cock. So close. I wanted it to last forever, and I needed to be inside her. Right fucking now.
I didn't have a condom.
"Fuck."
Summer nuzzled my ear with her nose, nibbling the lobe before saying, “That's the idea."
"I don't have a condom," I said.
Summer pressed a line of kisses to my jaw, ending at my mouth. She sucked my lower lip between hers, pulling, nibbling before dropping her head back.
“When was the last time you were tested? I had a physical a few months ago, right before we—"
She didn't need to finish the sentence. Right before she'd caught me with her file in my bag and thrown me out of her place. Out of her life.
"I had one done right before you threw me out. I was going to show you the test, see if we could talk about ditching the condoms."
Summer’s body shook with laughter.
"What? What’s so fucking funny?"
“Do you have any idea what I would have done if you'd showed me that test? That's not something you do with a random hookup. That's girlfriend stuff. Relationship stuff."
"You weren’t a random hookup," I growled into her hair. No matter what she thought, she'd never been a random hookup.
"I know that now," she said, still laughing. "I didn't know that then."
“You would have said no.” She would have been right to say no if she thought she was a random hookup, but the idea left me deflated.
"I would have been very confused."
"And what about now? Are you confused now?"
"No. I'm not. And I have an IUD."
She wasn't confused, and she had an IUD.
I was about to ask if that meant what I thought it meant when she reached between us and pulled her thong to the side, taking the length of my cock in her hand and guiding me exactly where she wanted me.
That was answer enough. Her knees pressed to my sides, feet hooked around my legs, she pulled me closer, the head of my cock sinking inside her heat one inch at a time.
Heaven. As I pushed inside, Summer’s giggles fell away. This was no joke. This was coming home. I filled her to the hilt and stopped, wanting to stay exactly where I was forever. For always.
My mouth pressed to the side of her head, I whispered, "I missed you so much. So much."
It had been a long dry spell since Summer had kicked me out. My body wanted this first time to be hard and fast. Wanted to fuck her with everything I had until we both exploded, releasing all the built-up lust we'd been storing since we'd been apart.
She was bruised from the night before. We had time for rough and fast and hard later. There was something to be said for slow and long. I drew my hips back until the head of my cock slipped from her pussy.
She moaned in aggravation, her ocean-blue eyes flashing to mine with a glare. I moved my hips in a circle, the head of my cock rubbing her slick, swollen clit. Her legs tightened on my hips, her hips rocking, trying to draw me back inside.
"You want it?” I murmured, letting my lips slide against the sensitive skin right below her jaw, loving the way she shivered against me.
I'd never appreciated this until Summer. I knew her body. Her pleasure. I knew how to tease her until she was wild. How to give her exactly what she wanted. After a life of one-night stands and meaningless hookups, ruling Summer’s body made me feel like a king.
"You know I do," she said, squirming beneath me. "Stop teasing and fuck me already."
I sucked her skin and took a bite from her neck, loving the way she gasped out a laughing moan. I played my mouth over every spot I knew would leave her ticklish but drowning in lust.
We'd always laughed a lot during sex. Not just because I loved the way her pussy tightened on my cock when she laughed. One night, I'd pinned her beneath me and tickled her until her laughter alone had me on the edge of orgasm. So good. Amazing. But we’d always laughed because, with Summer, even sex was new. Fun. An adventure we dove into together. Fuck, I’d missed this.
“You’re bruised. I don’t want to hurt you,” I admitted.
"I don't care about that. You’re driving me nuts. Just fuck me already. I feel like I've been waiting forever."
So did I. I stopped sliding my cock against her clit and filled her. "Lift your knees. Open for me and I’ll give you what you want.”
Summer’s fingers tightened on mine, her eyes hot. She was flexible and strong, and as her knees pulled back, her hips tilted up, and I sank deeper inside her.
"Now," she demanded. I wasn't going to tell her no. I began to move, fucking her in long, deep thrusts, her tight pussy sucking at my cock, trying to keep me inside.
In this position, her arms above her head, knees wide, she could barely move. She didn't need to. I sped up, fucking her harder, eyes locked to hers, her pupils dilated, focus blurred, her breath coming in quick gasps.
Yes. This was my girl. Right where I wanted her.
Teetering on the edge of orgasm, her hot, slick cunt about to explode around my cock. I needed to feel it. Needed it more than air. More than life. I needed to give her this after so long.
Reaching down, I cupped her ass in my palm and tilted her hips just a little more, until the base of my cock ground into her clit. Her surprised gasp of pleasure was all I needed to hear.
“Evers," she breathed. "Oh, God, Evers."
She was about to fall, and I was right there with her. My fingers digging into her hips, I fucked her right over the edge until she screamed out my name, her hand dropping to wrap around my neck, her mouth seeking mine.
I fell into the kiss, swallowing her gasps, feeding her my own moans as the tight squeeze of her pussy pulled me into orgasm along with her.
I couldn't catch my breath. For someone who ran every day, my cardio should be better. Summer’s body shuddered against me, and I realized she was laughing again, the clutch of her pussy as she giggled sending painful bolts of pleasure through my too-sensitive cock.
I stayed where I was, not ready to leave the tight clasp of her body.
"Are you laughing?"
"I was so—oh, my God—so loud. If anyone was in the hall—"
Her cheeks were pink, flushed with sex and embarrassment and amusement, her eyes sparkling with light for the first time since I'd walked through the door of Rycroft Castle.
“If anyone was in the hall looking for us, they knew better than to interrupt.”
"I forgot where we were," she admitted. "I forgot how good you are at that."
"No, you didn't," I said smugly.
"No, I didn't."
"I have a long dry spell to make up for,” I said, groaning as she shifted against me. Another few minutes, and I'd be ready to go again, my body eager to make up for lost time.
"So do I. You owe me, oh, at least two months of orgasms before we’re even.”
“That’s a lot of orgasms. I should get started on that right now."
I rocked my hips into hers, grinding into her clit. My cock had missed Summer as much as the rest of me. “Now that the edge is off, let's see if we can make this last a little longer."
Summer lifted her mouth to mine. I kissed her, my eyes sliding shut as I fell into my best-daydream-come-true. Wrapped in Summer, her arms around my neck, her mouth on mine, my cock buried in her heat.
I could stay right here for the rest of my life. I would have if my fucking phone hadn't started to ring. Cooper’s tone. I ignored it. So did Summer. The ringing stopped, and I refocused on the task at hand.
Making Summer come again. And again. And again.
The phone started up again, ringing until it hit voicemail. Then again. And again. Fuck.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" Summer gasped, her hands braced against the arm of the couch, back arched, breasts lifted, teasing my mouth. I licked one tight rosy peak.
"It's Cooper. And I don't give a fuck if the entire world is on fire. I'll call him back in a fucking minute."
"K," Summer breathed. My lips closed around her hard, pink nipple and sucked, teeth worrying her flesh, the added stimulation driving her hips to rock harder, faster. I wanted her on top of me, straddling me so I could pull her forward and fill my hands and mouth with those pretty breasts.
Later. Next time. The fucking phone was still ringing, but I wasn't answering it until Summer and I were done. Cooper could fucking wait.
I'd meant for this to last so much longer.
Once hadn't been enough to take off the edge.
Not even close. Summer twined her legs around my waist, so open, inviting me deep.
I gave her everything I had. Reaching between us, I slid a finger along her slick pussy, feeling my cock fill her, the heat of her where we were joined.
This was the core of us fucking. Her body taking me deep inside. Summer giving herself to me. My thumb rubbed her clit, a little hard, a little rough, just the way she liked it when she was this close to coming.
Seconds later, she let out a keening wail, her body tightening on mine in rhythmic pulses. I spilled inside her again and knew nothing had ever been like this before. Not even with Summer. It wasn't just the lack of a condom, though that in itself was fucking amazing.
It was knowing she had my heart, that I'd given it to her completely. I hadn't held back, I wasn't hiding behind a lie. She knew everything, knew how I felt, knew what I wanted. She knew it all, and she took me into her body. Gave herself back to me.
I wanted to fall to the side and hold her. To stay here behind that locked door and let the rest of the world go to hell. Ruining my plan, the couch wasn't big enough, and the goddamn phone was still ringing.
Reading my mind, Summer said, “You'd better answer that."
Reluctantly, I moved off of her, reaching to the side table for a box of tissues. Fucking in the library was not the best plan when it came to the aftermath of sex without a condom.
I pulled on my clothes, turning around to give Summer a second of privacy, and finally answered the phone. "What is it? You could have left a fucking message."
My older brother’s voice came through the phone, hard and clipped. “If I left a message, you might not have checked it until later. I need you now. We have a problem."