Page 61 of Don’t Be A Stranger

I have to admit that I’m having a real power trip while watching her choke on her words.

“You sure?” Bethany asks.

Thrust.

“I’m just freshening up!” Summer blurts out.

If I wasn’t balls deep in her, I’d probably laugh at her lame attempt at a lie.

Bethany lowers her voice. “Oh my god, so Thatcher’s a green light I’m guessing.”

Thatcher.

The one name I don’t need to hear right now nor do I want to. My hand reaches around Summer’s waist and I circle her clit with my fingers. It seems safer to take my frustration out this way rather than pounding into her while Bethany is literally outside the door.

“Yeah, he is.” Summer swallows hard, trying to compose herself. “Just trying to look good for him.”

That’s honestly the worst thing she could’ve said.

“Okay, mission understood.” I hear Bethany laugh gently. “I’ll keep the guys busy.”

Her footsteps retreat down the hallway.

“So he’s the one you’re thinking about right now?” I challenge Summer.

“No, I promise I’m not, just please don’t stop—”

“I’m not stopping.” I reach for her panties again. “But I’m going to come in you, Pretty Girl, and then I’m going to pull your panties back up your legs and you’re going to sit right next to Thatcher all night.”

I shove her panties back into her mouth. “And you’re going to keep me right here.” I keep myself still inside her but grind against the curve of her ass.

I can’t hold back anymore. My body is shaking with the amount of need I’ve had pent up for Summer, and I don’t know if it’ll ever ease up. I pull my hips back and ease back in. Summer’s back arches.

I want her like this, only for me.

Not Thatcher.

Not someone else years from now.

I can’t fathom the thought of someone else burying themselves deep inside her, or of a woman grinding themselves against Summer. I want to take it all. Have every inch of her to myself. She’s mine.

I repeat the silent mantra in my head and imagine her agreeing with me, telling me that she’s always been mine just as I’ve been hers. My breathing becomes frantic and my throat burns from the effort it takes to keep quiet.

Summer white knuckles the faucet as her entire body jerks forward and she clenches around me so perfectly. I lean forward, pressing my mouth into the fabric of her shirt, panting and allowing myself one small whisper of her name as I feel myself come undone inside her.

She moves her hips back, matching my pace as we both ride out the wave of pleasure taking over our senses. Everything tingles and my body is on overload. I’m not even sure if it’s because I’m still new to all of this or Summer genuinely has this effect on me.

For a moment we both remain still, our breathing the only thing taking up space. The words “I love you” form and die on the tip of my tongue in one breath. Because I know I wouldn’t mean it like I normally do. It wouldn’t be me telling Summer I love her because she knows me like the back of her hand. Or that we’ve shared our deepest darkest secrets.

It wouldn’t even be because I love laughing with her or having sex with her. Saying I love you now would mean “I don’t know how to live without you near me. Breathe on my own. Exist without being yours.”

I gently tap my index finger along Summer’s hip.

Three times.

I. Love. You.

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