Oh, shit!
My dick.
She’s scurrying out of the bathroom, glancing over her shoulder, while I’m bent over, holding onto my hard dick she just slapped.
Granted, it was more of a tap.
Not fully recovered, I dart after Summer, finding her already under the covers with a devilish smirk on her lips. Propped on one elbow, she taps the space next to her as an official invitation for me to join in.
“You’re gonna pay for that.”
She deserves a good spanking for what she did, but I fear she might enjoy it.
“You trying to scare the wolf with a sausage?” She taps again.
Disposing of my clothes like they are on fire, I take my rightful place next to her, trying to pull some of the blanket she’s hogging. She doesn’t let go, unceremoniously ogling me. I find the edge of the cover, pulling hard enough to both get some of it and pull her closer to me, but she still finds a way to tuck it between our bodies.
“You’re not the only one to have stolen a car, you know,” she says out of the blue.
I bet that’s another attempt to help with the boner, which despite her slap, is still proudly there.
Pulling her closer, I wrap an arm around her.
“I wish I could say I’m surprised. Why did you do it?”
“Revenge.”
“On?”
“On a piece of shit who deserved it.” She runs circles with her index finger on my chest. “My best friend’s boyfriend at the time. Her first. He cheated on her, so I stole his expensive car and my brother drove it into a lake.”
“But of course you did. I’d expect nothing less of you. I’m surprised the guy wasn’t inside the car when it was sinking.”
Summer stays quiet, her face—the epitome ofoops, you got me there!
“He was in the car?”
“In the trunk. But only so we would scare him. Once the car was sinking, Milo put on a mask so he wouldn’t be recognized and took him out.We weren’t going to kill him,” she says this like,duh, isn’t it obvious, but with her, nothing is. “We wanted to scare him enough that he’d never cheat on anyone again.”
“I bet you drowned the cheater in him.”
I let a moment of silence pass before another thought spills out for her to hear.
“You’d do anything for the people you love.”
“Anything and everything!”
“Would you steal a car for me?”
“With or without someone in the trunk?”
“Where do you draw the line?”
“Not at that, it seems.” Her lips touch my chest for a second before she continues, “I would in a heartbeat. Your cousin is a great candidate to be thrown in the trunk. Why does he hate you so much, anyway?”
I let myself rejoice for a moment at the fact she would do thismuch for me, before I brace myself for a topic I’m not so keen on.
“My uncle died three years ago in a car explosion, mere days after the deaths of my mother and brother. Jacob thinks my father was behind that. My cousin used to be one of us before that happened. I think when his sister was killed less than a year later, he abandoned any hope of coming back to the gang and talking things over. I don’t doubt my father could’ve killed my uncle. Sometimes I wonder if he was behind my mother’s death, too, and my brother was at the wrong place and time. She chose to take him while running away. Him...not me.”
