Page 18 of Summer Brew

“Of course I’m afraid of losing a life-long friendship.”

Gemma frowns and narrows her eyes as she studies me. I don’t know what she’s looking for and I’m not sure what she sees. I’m afraid to ask.

“I get it,” her words are wounded and low, as if saying them too loudly will break her.

She lets out a soft gasp when I roll us and position myself above her. Her aqua eyes are wide and filled with a mix of wariness and desire.

“I don’t think you do get it.” I shake my head and hope she can see my sincerity. “Of course I’m afraid of losing him. He’s the friend I’ve had in my life the longest. That doesn’t mean you aren’t worth the risk. You are.”

Gemma’s eyes turn glassy and I have to swallow hard to try and get past the emotion forming a lump in my throat. I understand why she’s on the verge of tears. The thought that no one else has told her she’s worth it—worth the fight, worth the risk, worth being the reason for every breath—is heartbreaking.

“How can you be so sure?” Even as she asks the question, her mouth turns down at the corners like she doesn’t really want to know the answer.

“Because of how I feel when I’m around you. It’s easy, but exciting. It’s interesting, but familiar. I like the way I feel around you and I like the way you glow around me.”

Gemma giggles and presses her hands to her cheeks. “I glow around you?” When I nod, a note of wonder enters her voice, “I never knew that.”

“You do now.”

I kiss her softly, needing the connection, needing to feel her give way underneath me. Even though I should let go of her because I’m sure she has work to do and I have my own research to do, the last thing I want to do is get out of this bed.

As if she can read my mind, her small hands push against my shoulders while she scrunches up her face. “I need to get up and get my day going. I have work to do.”

When I grin down at her, she blinks at me. She might not trust me completely, but she’s not arguing with me about my intentions or what I’m willing to accept by being with her. I’ll just have to prove to her that she can trust in my words.

I’m fast when I climb out of bed and then turn around to scoop my Gem up in my arms. She lets out a surprised yelp as her arms wrap around me. Her fingers sift through the hair at the nape of my neck, and it causes my dick to pulse.

It’s already a struggle being around her. Having her touch me? It’s almost too fucking much.

Her laughter fills the bathroom as I set her back on her feet. My eyes stray down to her tits for a second before I flip the water on in the shower. The space is surprisingly spacious considering the size of her home, but I’m not going to complain about it. The water doesn’t take long to heat up and then I’m pulling Gemma into the shower with me.

Water cascades down her body, the rivulets drawing my eyes and making pre-cum weep from the crown of my cock. Her aqua eyes slide down my body and widen slightly as she takes me in. My hands glide over her skin as I map her curves.

“This is a sight I could get used to,” my words come out as a whisper.

Her body arches into my hold, pressing closer, seeking more of my warmth and the roughness of my hands. My fingers curl around her hips and I lift her up while pressing her back against the tiles. I swallow down the gasp that falls from her lips as I press my mouth to hers.

Gemma kisses me fiercely and her nails dig into my shoulders. My length slides along her slick pussy lips and the crown taps against her clit. Her hips twitch in search of more contact, more friction.

The crown of my cock finds her entrance, and I slide deep inside of her in one sure thrust. Her thighs tighten around my hips, and something breaks inside me. I press her harder against the wall while my hips pound into her.

“Keaton,” my name falls from her lips like a prayer and a plea.

Her voice spurs me on while I grunt, “You feel so good wrapped around me. I can feel how close you are. Don’t hold back; let yourself go.” I slam into her and growl as her walls tighten. “I’ve got you.”

When her lips part, a cry falls from them. I watch as she falls apart in my arms. The way she milks me has my balls drawing up. My heart pounds in my chest as I fill her completely and let myself go.

Air is sawing in and out of our lungs, while my head rests in the crook of her neck. “I could never regret this,” I murmur against her skin.

Her limbs tighten around me, and something feels like it clicks into place between us. Maybe it’s just an understanding. Maybe it’s more.

She’s given me a little bit of trust. I’m not going to squander it.

CHAPTER 7

GEMMA

I’m threading flowers through a garland for the large event table. It’s something I love doing and today is no different. Still, I’m usually focused. Today, I’ve had to stop, pull all the flowers out, and restart twice.