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“Brock,” she begged. “Please. I can’t wait. I need you inside me now.”
“Oh fuck, yeah!” He released her leg. As she sagged against the wall, needing the support, he surged to his feet. “Screw the bed. I’m gonna fuck you right here.”
That sounded like the best idea ever. “Yes, please!”
An empty condom wrapper floated down and landed on the carpet next to her foot. He finished rolling the latex over his rigid length. Then, his hands under her butt, he lifted her effortlessly and wrapped her legs around his waist. The wall pressed hard against her shoulder blades.
The blunt head of his cock nudged against her aching, swollen entrance. He squeezed his eyes shut as if in pain, and groaned. “Fuck, Summer. I love how hot and wet and tight you are for me.”
Then he entered her with one powerful thrust, filling her completely.
“Oh. My. God,” she gasped, relishing the way he stretched her.
She clenched her thighs around him as he began to move. He took her fast and hard, pounding her against the wall. His mouth covering hers, kissing her ravenously, muffling her moans as he moved against her, his stiff length caressing her clit with every long thrust.
Summer clawed at his back and feverishly returned his kisses. Electric jolts of pleasure shot along every nerve in her body. She cried out and clung to him, biting his shoulder as the deep, powerful pulses of her climax began shaking her.
Brock’s thrusts sped up, a sign that he was close to his own release. Her release went on and on without dying away, lifting her on waves as if she were floating in a vast sea of pleasure.
He growled against her lips, and shuddered hard. Every muscle in his body tensed as he came, his thrusts faltering and losing their rhythm.
When he was done, he shifted his grip and stepped back from the wall, holding her still firmly joined to him. “We’re not done yet, birthday girl. I want to see you come at least twice more. It’s my other present to you.”
“I like the way you think,” she said as he staggered in the direction of his bedroom.
They fell on his bed together. There, he proceeded to kiss and caress every inch of her until she was hovering on the brink of another climax.
Then he moved over her, his big, hard body pushing her down into the mattress as he entered her again. Summer wrapped her arms and legs around him, enjoying the weight and solid strength of him as he moved on top of her.
This time, his movements were slow and deep as he drove her to a second climax before coming himself.
“That’s two,” he said smugly, then he collapsed on top of her.
“I love your birthday presents,” she agreed.
She received a breathtakingly sweet smile in return. He left the bed briefly to dispose of the condom, then returned to curl himself around her.
I’m going to miss this, she thought, as he rested his head on her breast. She began to run her fingers through his hair, running her nails lightly over his scalp the way he liked.And I’m going to miss him so much.
As if reading her thoughts, Brock wrapped his arm around her waist. “I don’t want this to end. Stay with me, Summer.” He paused, “Fuck, I’ll even say yes to that fucking POS system if you give us a chance.”
Her throat went dry at his declaration. Since her conversation with Jenna, she’d been thinking a lot about their relationship. She’d already acknowledged that leaving him was going to be harder than she ever expected.
In the warm darkness, lying with him skin to skin, surrounded by his scent and his touch imprinted everywhere on her body, she tried to imagine returning to her old life and her old routines without him.
Spending all day at her restaurant, then spending the evening alone in her hideously expensive, shoebox-sized apartment. Falling asleep, still alone, to the sounds of sirens and incoherent shouting drifting up from the streets. Waking up alone, with no one to bring her a mug of coffee, made just the way she liked.
She’d worked all of her waking hours in San Francisco so that she wouldn’t have to stop and realize how lonely she was there.
She was just as busy in Snowberry Springs, but the difference was that she wasn’t alone here. She had her parents, her brother and sisters, old friends willing to drop everything to pick up a paintbrush and help out… and Brock.
But returning to San Francisco is the smart thing to do, she argued with herself.It’s the only way I can dig myself out of the mess I’m in.
Just a few short weeks ago, she’d dreaded working with him, because she thought he was cocky and obnoxious. Since then, he’d revealed his thoughtful, softer side. He was everything she wanted in a man… and he even loved cooking as much as she did.
But if I stay in Snowberry Springs, I’ll have to confess the truth about SummerTime. And then he’ll know what colossal failure I am.
“Summer?” he asked.
