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“But I’m an injured man. You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” I teased her hooking my finger inside her wet center sliding in and out listening for the nuances in her moans.
Summer was sexy in the throes of passion. Demanding and unexpectedly fresh.
“I saw you walk without your crutches earlier.” Panting she said each word with a cute pause attempting to catch her breath. “You’re not that injured.”
“Ah, I’m busted, then?” I chuckled keeping up the constant pace letting her soak my hand.
“A little, but your secret is safe with me.”
I kept the rhythm of my fingers slow, pumping and curled up inside her as I stroked that spot that made her squeak little noises of approval the closer I got to making her come. My dick hurt, pressed up against my shorts, but I didn’t want to rush Summer either. She wasn’t a random fuck, and Ford would cut off my balls if I used her like that.
“Oh, that feels so good.”
“I’ll make it feel better.” Hushing her sexy moans, I kissed her neck again, leaving my mark. I didn’t care if it made me juvenile. Let the guys she worked with see my brand on her skin and know that she was with somebody. I contemplated how to pop in at her job this week hoping that dick doctor she worked with would see it. It was stupid, but he fucked up in the worst way and the twelve year-old-boy in me wanted to make funny faces and stick my tongue out at him.
Summer was my girl.
“Ryland, oh.”
I lifted her right leg up, using the small space between the counter and the drawer handle behind me for her foot to rest on. My hips rolled against her, and her hot pussy dampened the front of my shorts where she was pressed against my straining dick.
“That’s it, Summer. Ride me, baby.” I half-lifted her, unconcerned about my bum knee even though the strain was dulling my own desire.
Summer moaned louder, and I kissed her again in a new spot, sharply coloring her neck. I’d give her a necklace of love bites if she let me. She clamped down on my fingers as I pumped harder. A guttural cry and a whimper left her leaning against me limply. The deadweight of her body wasn’t much, but my knee decided to give out right then, and I leaned back with a grimace.
“I am so sorry. Did I hurt you?” Startled, Summer rambled on as I was basked in her post-orgasm weight against me. “I should go, maybe call a cab or something.” She shuddered. I steadied myself and rubbed my hands up and down her arms to calm her.
“For what?” Was she serious? I wasn’t letting her go anywhere.
“Your knee. Ryland, let me get you some ice. It’s going to swell taking my weight like this.”
Summer was crazy if she thought her slight weight affected me.
“I want you.”
“Not like this.” Summer began to withdraw, returning to her shy self.
“The hot tub, then. It’ll help my knee, I promise.” Summer gave me a smirk that suggested she knew I was full of bullshit, but I didn’t care. “Come on, at least help me out there if you won’t go and make-out with me.” I teased her.
Huffing, she put a shoulder under my arm and let me lean against her as we skipped the crutches, and like a three-legged race gone wrong, she helped me outside, down the patio step, and into the hot tub. Once I was sitting inside, the circulating water eased the ache in my knee and soon a different kind of ache returned with a raging need.
“How are you going to get out if I leave?” Standing outside the tub, she put her hands on her hips, and the motion pushed her breasts up at the neckline of her dress.
“You’re not leaving Summer; give it up.”
She rolled her eyes, but we both knew it was true. Summer wouldn’t leave me out here.
“You know Ford is going to kill us both.” She put her arms into the water up to her elbows and swished back and forth, testing it out.
“I’m less worried about Ford, who will have a raging hangover tomorrow, and more concerned that you think this isn’t something more than a casual fuck.” I winced saying it crudely but I wanted her to understand.
“Well isn’t it casual? We’re fooling around.” Her soft, worried voice sounded delicate and fragile, yet a challenge to get a read on.
“It’s not casual for me.” I moved across the hot tub to grip her arms gently but firmly so she couldn’t walk away. “Summer Rose, I’ve had it bad for you since I saw you that day in the ER with Doctor Douche Canoe. Shit, to be honest, I’ve felt this way for years, but I ignored it because I knew Ford would kick my ass and end our friendship if he caught me making moon eyes at his precious baby sister.
“I’m done waiting for Ford to grow up and accept how I feel about you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. Heck, I’d ask you to move in if I didn’t think your mother would drive over here with rosary beads and a priest.”
“Pfft.” Summer blew her loose hair from her face and rolled her eyes. Goose bumps peppered her skin, and they weren’t from the balmy evening air. She looked nervous—maybe scared of getting hurt again?
