Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Gifts come next, but I already know Summer feels bad she doesn’t have one for me, and I downplay the moment, glancing at my friends.
“How about I open them at home,” I say, then realize I won’t be home, I’ll be at Summer’s apartment. In her bed, a place I am already itching to get back to.
I love my friends and coworkers, but I am finished with the big group get-together and ready to get Summer naked and alone.
“He’s ready to escape already,” Dan says, chuckling. “Go ahead. I’m just glad you both came.”
Tate laughs as well. “Hell, I’d want to get that pretty girl home safely and be alone, too.” He winks at me, and Summer flushes a pretty pink.
Damned intrusive friends, I think, still grateful for all of them. I haven’t heard from my father yet, which has become standard operating procedure. If he isn’t lost in a bottle, he is wasting his life away binge-watching shows. Anything not to live and feel again by risking his heart on another woman. My mother hasn’t been in my life for years.
When nobody else gives me a hard time, Summer and I say our good-byes and manage to slip out fairly quickly. We don’t talk much on the car ride home, the Uber driver a chatty guy who keeps us occupied answering questions about things I can’t even remember by the time we exit the vehicle.
We walk into the apartment, Summer humming, a sure sign that she enjoyed her day, and that fact makes me too fucking happy.
She turns on the lights, then heads for the den, where I used to sleep, which isn’t too far a walk from her door. “Thank you for bringing me with you. It turned out to be fun,” she says, tossing her purse onto the sofa.
“I’m glad you enjoyed. See? What did I tell you? Nobody bites.”
She rolls her eyes at that, a cute smile lifting her lips.
“What about Ava?” I ask. “Did she overstep?” I place my gift bags on the floor, an obvious bottle of alcohol sticking out from the top, definitely a gift from one of the guys. I flip the lock, then the deadbolt, locking Summer in safely.
She runs her tongue over her bottom lip nervously and pauses before answering. “Let’s just say she was protective of you as her friend. But she didn’t threaten to slit my throat, so I think we’re good,” she says wryly.
From her hesitancy, I know she isn’t telling me everything, but her light way of handling it reassures me all really is fine with her and Ava’s talk. I am willing to let it go. “Okay then. Sounds like you were able to handle her. I was worried.”
“About me?” Summer asks, sounding surprised.
“Well, yeah. I didn’t want Ava to say something that might send you running.”
Summer makes her way back toward me, her hips swaying as she walks. All day, I’ve done my best not to focus on her body in that sexy dress, but it hasn’t been easy. The pull of fabric at her waist showcases her fit form, her cleavage pushed up, two soft swells of flesh tempting him. And the teasing demure braid with tendrils of hair falling out has my mouth watering, visions of pulling on her hair as I pound into her testing my restraint.
She kicks off her heels and aligns our bodies, my cock hard in my jeans, pressing against her stomach as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Now why would I do that? I finally have you where I want you,” she murmurs. “There’s no chance of me running anywhere but into your arms.”
Her hands slide to the waistband of my jeans. She flicks open the button, unzips my fly, and pushes the material down to the floor, taking my boxer briefs along with it. My cock springs free, eager for whatever she has in mind next.
She always amazes me. In the moment, this is the same bold woman who has no trouble performing on stage. One who isn’t worried what anyone thinks about her, only about what she wants, and she clearly wants me.
I have no trouble giving her what she desires.
Chapter Eight
Summer
After pushing Ben’s pants to the floor, I drop to my knees, wanting to taste him and give him the same pleasure he always gives me. I cup his hard shaft in one hand and slide my tongue out, licking over the head, tasting his salty essence. My own arousal grows, desire sweeping over me at the groan coming from deep inside him.
His hips jerk forward, his cock edging deeper into my mouth. My eyes tear at the unexpected thrust, but I breathe through my nose and relax my muscles, only to have his entire body shudder as he hits the back of my throat.