“You’re mine, Summer.” His kiss simmers against my lips. It’s hard and locking me down.
My hand slips between us. I don’t want any foreplay, I just want him inside of me. Gripping his shaft, I bring him to me, playing with him to wet his tip around my clit, and the moment he begins to enter me, we both groan from the pleasure.
“It seems that I’m yours,” I whisper in his ear as he pumps fervently inside me.
Wrapping my thighs tighter around his waist, my eyes hood closed as I sink into the feeling of his lips skimming my shoulder. My moans grow labored, as every time he hits me to the hilt inside me, I swear I’m discovering new colors.
“I’m going to take my time and ravish you later,” he murmurs against my skin. “But I’m addicted to you, and it makes me far too determined to make you come.”
I chuckle under my breath. “That’s in my favor, so I wholeheartedly agree.”
“Well, I do have your heart, so that would make sense.” I can hear the humor in his voice right before he pulls out ofme and flips me to my stomach. His lips follow the trail of my spine, with his breath spreading a wildfire through my body. “I love you.” His words tickle my skin in the most heavenly of ways.
He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he abandons my back to kneel between my legs, and he takes the liberty to pull my waist and tilt my body until my ass is just off the bed but my upper body still down. His fingers explore my pussy, and I’m excited how he is going to take me right now.
“If you’re about to fuck me until I tell you I love you again, then you better get a move on.” Teasing him is a dangerous game, but I’m feeling happy today.
He slaps his palm across my ass with just the right amount of force to cause my skin to sting. “That mouth of yours is wicked today.”
He takes two fingers to rub my clit, causing me to want relief from the ache between my legs. I glance over my shoulder to see him inspecting my pussy, and it doesn’t make me self-conscious. Even when his fingers vacate me and I’m left hanging until Nash’s finger dips inside of me, exploring my walls.
Nash has approval written all over his face, and his right hand grips the base of his shaft to give himself one stroke, then he’s finding the spot he wants. Inside me.
Leaning over as he begins to thrust, his lips journey back up my spine in a tantalizing slow way, his fingers entwining in my hair to yank slightly to ensure he can amply capture my lips for a kiss.
“Tell me, Summer. Who do you belong to?” He speaks against my lips, still inside of me.
“You,” I breathe out.
My answer satisfies him, and he begins to fuck me with more determination as he returns to a better position, and hishands now push my lower back down with my face squished against the pillow and his grunts sounding in the room.
Clawing the duvet, I hold on for an explosion to transpire between both of us.
And that tiny hint in my brain flashing that it might not just be in bed… I turn it off.
19
NASH
Throwing items into the grocery cart, I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing. First, that I’m even in the grocery store, and second, is this my avoidance tactic for the next few days? Which I’m sure I’ll be called out on since I know that my mom will handle the shopping for Thanksgiving. Hell, even Summer uses the grocery store as her ruse when she needs to escape.
A coo draws my attention to Bo who is sitting the cart seat with a coat I fluffed in to prop him up.
“Bet you only want the animal crackers to gnaw on, don’t you?”
No reply.
I spot the oatmeal, and even though I’m aware that Summer stockpiled a few boxes at home, it won’t hurt to have one more. She might kill me. I’m here while she’ll arrive home soon from work to face my parents’ arrival. They insisted on making Bo their first stop before heading to their house.
“Be on your best behavior in the coming days, buddy. Weneed you to distract everyone.” I ruffle his hair. An indistinct sound is the response that I get. “I’ll take that as an agreement.”
My feet tread along like a soldier in mud, prolonging every second. I do want to see my parents. Of course, I do. Even if there is friction between my dad and me.
Seeing their grandson is the ultimate light in the past year. What I’m not eager to experience is Summer on eggshells and our nerves of indecision. We don’t want them to know as much as we want them to know. Summer and I have no clue what their reaction will be, but even we know that my parents hearing of the possibility is better if it comes from us directly.
Still, how we present this is an unknown.
For a second today, I thought of visiting Zac’s grave again, but it was only a millisecond, and I was watching Bo today. I don’t think even Summer takes him to his dad’s grave. And it’s not my place to decide that.
