Yet when she stroked her gaze over my face, taking in the scar, I should’ve thrown her off. I should’ve stopped what we were doing, but I could no more stop than I could lift the house off its foundation.
She grounded me. Here in this moment. The past threatened to wedge between us, but with her, I was blissfully guilt-free.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hips rocking in time with the rhythm I set. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Energy coiled at the base of my spine, tightening around my balls like a knot. Her fevered hand stroked me up and down while I pushed in and out of her.
“Jonah.” Her eyes flew wide and her kiss-swollen lips parted.
“This is mine,” I growled for no damn reason. My heels were pressed into the floor and I fought off coming. I didn’t want to miss a millisecond of her release, but her grip cinched around my length, and Ifucking exploded. The way she was moving, her pussy bumped against where she had a hold of me.
“Fuck! Summer!”
She shook in my arms and rode my hand while I jetted cum all over her hold. We were crushed so close together, our releases mixed.
With a final tremble, her legs gave out and she sank onto my lap, pinning my hand between us. I lacked the strength to move. I was a damn noodle, unable and unwilling to remove my touch from her body.
Was she feeling the same? Her grip was solid around me.
She tipped her forehead to mine. “Are you okay?”
Her concern brought an unwelcome dash of reality. “Don’t worry about my leg.”
She gingerly let my cock go and sat back to meet my gaze.
I’d ruined the moment. I withdrew my hand, slipping from her warm, encompassing body.
“No, I mean are you okay with what we did? You don’t like me.”
I thumped the back of my head on the dryer. I was dimly aware I’d rested both my hands on her thighs. Even with our circumstances returning, I was unwilling to let her go. “I never said I didn’t like you.”
Her expression turned dubious. She wiped her hand off on a corner of the towel that had survived our simultaneous climaxes. “You don’t have to say it.”
“I like you too fucking much, Summer. That’s always been the problem.”
She snapped her head up. “Always?”
“You were hot in high school, but you were my best friend’s sister. Then I was out of high school. Then...”
“Then I was Eli’s girlfriend.”
I didn’t bother nodding.
She ran her dry hand down my cheek. Beeping sounded from somewhere in the house. “Dinner’s ready.” She placed a kiss by my mouth.
I didn’t turn my head to meet her. The betrayal was sinking in.
Summer
We were making progress. Simultaneous orgasms notwithstanding, Jonah was at the table with me.
My appetite should be roaring, but I picked at my pork chop. Jonah was eating like a robot. Cut a piece of meat. Swipe through gravy. Insert in mouth. Slice another chunk.
My body was humming from what we’d done earlier, but my mind was a mess. He was at the table, so he didn’t hate me, right?
He wasn’t looking at me. I was peeking at him from under my lashes.
Finally, I set my fork down. “I think it’s safe to say we’re both attracted to each other, and it’s a problem because of Eli.”
