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I tug my shirt over my head and discard it, then drop my jeans and nudge Summer back further on the bed. Gripping onto her ankles, I pull her legs straight up into the air and hug them to my chest as I slip right inside of her, unable to go slow or hold back from pounding into her, reveling at how perfectly her pussy grips me like a fucking fist.
Her arms are over her head, pushing against the headboard, and those amazing eyes practically glow with primal lust.
“Thought of this all fucking day.” My voice is a rough growl. “Tell me you thought of me.”
“All.” She licks her lips. “Fucking day. Jesus, Chase, where did you learn that move? You know what? I don’t wanna know.”
I laugh and spread those legs now so I can lean down and cover her mouth with my own as my dick slides in and out of her. Her nails rake down my back, those legs hitch up higher on my hips, and she plants her lips against my neck, just below my ear.
“So good,” she whispers. “God, Chase, it’s so goddamn good.”
I moan as she bites my shoulder.
“Go over again.” Now that I’ve given her orgasms, I can’t get enough of it. That anyone would leave her wanting is beyond me. I want her to do nothing but come every time I get my hands on her. “Come for me, baby.”
Her eyes glass over, and she bites her lip, and, with her eyes on mine, I feel her climax move through her, and it pulls me with her.
“So…” I pass Summer a bottle of water and climb into the bed, sitting next to her. “You had fun with your friends tonight?”
“I can honestly say that tonight was one of the best nights of my life.” She stretches her legs out and sips her water. “We had the best time, Chase. We laughed so hard, and we ate good food, and Pete spoiled us with complimentary desserts because I told him that we were celebrating.”
“What were you celebrating?” I brush her blonde hair behind her ear.
“Millie’s buying the coffee shop. Did you know?”
I smile, stupidly proud of my baby sister. “Yeah, she told me. Wanted my advice about it. I think it’s a great idea.”
“It’s an amazing idea, and she’s so relieved that Ryan agreed to help her. I love that your family is so tight and that you help each other out.”
Her phone rings, and she scowls and checks the display.
“Speaking of families, why in the hell is my mom calling me so late on a Thursday night?” She shakes her head, declines the call, and sets the phone aside.
“You can answer it. It might be important.”
“No.” She shakes her head and sips her water. “We don’t have that kind of relationship. I’d be the last person she’d call in an emergency. Anyway, as you can see, I don’t have the kind of family you do, so it’s refreshing to see it. And Millie is just over the moon. Nervous, sure, but also really proud of herself and excited. And it occurred to us that all five of us sitting there are businesswomen. We now all own businesses.”
“Because you’re all badasses.”
She grins and leans over to kiss me. “We sure are. And, we decided to start a…well, a club, I guess, for all women business owners in town. It’s a great way to network and lift each other up. We’re calling it the Iconic Women’s Collective.”
“That’s pretty badass, too.”
“I know. We got pretty tipsy by the end, so we’ll come up with how we want to execute this later, but it felt so good to be with other women close to my age, who own businesses and thrive doing it, you know? Take Abbi, for example. She just moved here this year, and she started her own cleaning company. She has five employees. Or is it six? Anyway, she’s kicking ass in her business. I’m really proud of all of us.”
“You should be.” This side of Summer, the passionate businesswoman, is almost as sexy as the one who was calling my name earlier.
Almost.
“It started out as just Polly and me catching up, and then the others arrived, and it snowballed into a fun evening. And then”—she reaches for my hand, lifts it to her lips—“I still got to see you, and that was the delicious icing on an already tasty cake.”
“I’m glad you had a good day, sugar.” I trace her finger with mine. “I arrested Mrs. Wilburn today.”
Summer’s eyes widen, and she gasps. “What? Why?”
I tell her the story of the old woman going so slowly and pulling her over, then her fleeing the scene, and ignoring me all the way to the beauty shop, before finally resisting arrest and biting my leg.
“Holy shit, Chase! Did she break the skin?”
