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“That s’what I wanted to talk to youse about. I thought about you dis whole time. All da years. I feel…” She hiccups. “I feel drunk. Am I drunk?”

Smiling, I cup her face in my hand, wishing I could admit the mess of emotions swirling around my head. “You are very drunk, but I’ve got you.”

“You keep saying dat. ‘I got you.’” Another hiccup. “Why do you keep saying dat?”

I let out a long breath. “I know I fucked up. And I want to make it right. I want you to know that I’m here and I’m going to keep showing up for you. I’ve got you, Summer.” I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead. “But right now I’m taking care of you because I don’t like how wobbly you are or how glassy your eyes look.” I stand, leaning over her as I slide my hands under her back and legs to lift her.

“Okay,” she whispers against my chest as I carry her to the bedroom.

CHAPTER 14

SUMMER

Why is it so bright in here?

My mouth is so dry. Like sandpaper.

Did I get drunk last night?

I pinch my eyes shut, determined to escape the sun’s attempt to rouse me. I’m not graceful with my movements, grabbing the sheets as I ninja roll across the bed, throwing a leg out onto what I assume is an empty mattress. But it’s not empty. Why isn’t it empty? I’ve woken up to an empty bed every morning this week.

My eyes fly open. RJ’s still in bed. I look down and my leg is slung over his thigh, dangerously close to his… holy shit… his very erect penis.

What the heck do I do? My head is pounding, and my pussy is throbbing as I try to delicately slide my leg off his. His warm hand glides up my calf and I halt in place, unsure what I should do next.

“Summer…” RJ mumbles sleepily.

I’m about to apologize, when his hands move up under my sleep shorts as his fingertips graze the bare flesh of my ass.

He rolls over on his side, so we’re face to face. His eyes are still closed, and I bite my lips, afraid to wake him with my toxic morning breath.

“Mmm, Summer,” he rumbles, his voice rough with sleep. His hand is still on my ass, and he shifts underneath me, sliding my leg higher so it rests on his hip when his morning wood pushes against the seam of my sleep shorts.

I stifle the moan bubbling up in my throat as he rocks his hips in small movements, seeking out friction.

When the tip of his cock brushes against my overly sensitive clit, a small moan escapes me, and I pinch my eyes shut. I’ll just pretend I was sleeping. Surely that will wake him, and he’ll be disgusted by my desperation and put a stop to this.

But his hips keep moving as his hand grips higher, fully cupping my bare ass. His entire palm is covering the cheek as he guides my movements.

My hands are folded up against me T-Rex style, as I lie there, eyes shut, praying he won’t stop, wishing he were awake and in full control of his actions.

I should stop this, shouldn’t I? Definitely. Except, oh shit, am I going to? Oh my God, if he keeps grinding against my clit like that, I think I’m going to come.

“So warm. Mmm,” he rasps.

Burying my head into my pillow, I clutch my arms tighter to my chest and swallow then my moan as my clit pulses and tingles with each press of his hips.

He stops, and I open my eyes to see him staring at me. His hips thrust once as he lifts an eyebrow, and I nod in response.

We’re really doing this. Dry humping like we did when we were teenagers. Except I don’t remember it feeling this good.

Suddenly, RJ is pulling me on top of him as he grips my hips, moving them at a dizzying pace against his hard length. My arms are pinned between our bodies. RJ is lying there, motionless aside for the way his hands continue guiding my hips up and down. Back and forth.

I’m afraid to move, as if any shift in my body would make this daydream end. Except it’s not a dream this time. My head’s still foggy from last night, and even though my eyes are closed, the room is too bright, the sounds too loud. Like the racing of my heart. The whirring of blood in my ears. The way each breath I exhale sounds deafening. But then there’s the maddening pleasure building between my legs that feels too good to be true.

Slowly, I unstick my hands from between us and slide them up to grip his shoulders. With confidence I don’t feel, I move my hips, shifting slightly as the head of his dick bumps against my clit. I press my face into his chest and bite my lips to keep from moaning.

“That’s it. Use me. Take what you need, darlin’.”