I needed our bodies to mold into each other as he held me all night, until the very minute my dad’s headlights exposed our rapture.
Like we had so many times that summer.
I knew it was stupid. I knew that if I got caught by my father, I’d be dead. He hated Simon, and I didn’t even know why. He just did. That was the only explanation I ever got. But I wouldn’t let that stop me. I wanted to be around Simon. I never wanted him to let me go. And even though the two of us were headed off to separate colleges in a couple of weeks, that didn’t mean we couldn’t enjoy the time we had left together.
I stood there by the phone and waited for it to ring. As the minutes ticked by, my stomach sank. I started wondering if Simon had gotten the “all clear” signal to come over. Maybe I needed to do it again? My father had already been gone an hour. I gnawed on my lower lip as dread filled my gut.
Maybe Simon wasn’t coming?
Then, the phone rang. It rang twice, then hung up before I called back again, forcing me to take off down into the basement.
I slammed the door behind me and turned on the light. I rushed down the stairs, making my way for the basement door. It was a small door. Most people had to duck to get underneath it. Simon, especially, with him standing at over six feet tall. But it was hard to see. The thing was nearly eclipsed by a hill in our backyard, and no one ever saw it until they really got up close and personal with our porch.
When I saw Simon’s silhouette standing in the darkness outside, I squealed with delight.
I ripped open the door and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside, hoping no one saw him. I turned around and smiled up at him, thankful he had gotten my signal and he had made it.
But I didn’t even get near him before his hands fell to my hips.
“Come here, beautiful.”
His lips crashed against mine and I moaned as his tongue shoved its way into my mouth. My arms draped around his neck, pressing against him as he pinned me to the door. His pelvis rocked against mine and made me shiver. His lanky arms held me with all the strength he could muster. He was tall and lean, with dexterous fingers that shot electricity through my body every time they caressed my skin.
Simon Redman had stolen my breath away.
He was a cute boy, with shaggy auburn hair and beautiful white skin that contrasted mine. His hazel eyes pierced me, and the smattering of freckles across his nose always wrinkled up whenever he laughed. I couldn’t get enough of him. His touch. His kiss. His cock.
He ripped me away from the door before we stumbled over to the couch.
“I thought you’d never call,” he murmured.
He kissed down my neck as I sighed.
“I thought you’d never show up, Simon.”
“I’m sorry. Mom. She left late. And Dad. He’s late. To the field.”
His kisses punctuated his words. And my heart soared as the last three. His father had been my volleyball coach at the high school. Simon’s father and my father were friends, but they were also sports rivals. They each hated different teams and rooted against one another during the sporting seasons. They were always so competitive with one another. So, if his father was late to the field, that meant Dad’s game was late to start.
Which meant we had more time with one another.
Our clothes came off in a flurry. They fell to the floor before I fell to the couch. He pushed my knees apart and fell to his own, scooting between my thighs. His eyes fell hungrily to my chest. My head fell back against the cushions as he sucked on my nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks while his hands massaged my thighs.
“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous.”
“Simon, your tongue. I need it.”
He chuckled. “Tell me where, beautiful.”
“My—my—”
“Uh-huh…?”
He nipped at my nipple, and I gasped.
“My pussy. Please.”
“There’s a good girl.”
He tossed my legs over his shoulders and parted my folds. One stroke of his tongue, and my hips pressed against his lips. I whimpered for more as he swirled his tongue around, making my legs twitch as my hands wrapped up in the shaggy tendrils of his hair. I pulled him closer and felt rather than heard him grunting as he licked me clean. His hand slid up my thigh, making my pussy clamp down as I coated his face in arousal.
“Fingers. Please. I need your fin—oh, yes.”
He hummed deep into my pussy as one finger filled my entrance. One, then two, sliding against my walls and crooking against that pebbled spot inside my body. I arched my back and rocked against him, my legs tightening as that coil clenched in my gut. I gasped for air. Electricity shot up my spine. My body stilled and my legs contracted as he growled into my pussy.
“Come, Arianna.”
I didn’t have to be told twice.
“Simon! Yes!”
He pumped his fingers languidly, stroking me through my orgasm. My body quaked and my skin flushed. He kissed my swollen pussy lips and licked me clean as his fingers kept me on the edge, still stroking and pumping, forcing me to shiver. My toes curled. My eyes rolled back. My hands fell away from his hair as I fisted the cushions of the couch. I had no idea how the hell he did this to me. How he kept me going, even after my body wanted to quit.
But as his thumb touched down against my sensitive nub, I got thrown into the clouds again.
“Oh, shit,” I whimpered.
“My God, you are so beautiful.”
My legs jiggled with the force of my second orgasm. He moved his hand as I fell against the couch, spent and panting, sweating down the nape of my neck. He moved me how he wanted me, my back against the cushions and my leg tossed over the back of the couch. I watched him stroke his cock through lazy eyes and watching him leak into his hand popped something inside me.
“Fuck me. Now,” I breathed.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, grinning.
He slid his cock inside me, and I cried out. It hurt. With him, it always hurt, but only for a second. His body fell against mine, and his chest pressing into me. His lips captured mine, and I got to taste myself on him. I wrapped my arms around him. My legs twitched as he stroked deeply, giving my walls time to adjust before he snapped his hips against mine.
“Shit.”
“That’s it. Squeeze me, Arianna.”
Another snap.
“Simon.”
“Fucking hell.”
Another snap, then another, until my body jumped as he pounded against me. His name fell from my lips like an effortless prayer. He kissed me, all over my cheeks and my neck and my forehead. His cock filled me to the brim. I felt his tight curls raking against my clit and I panted for air and lifted my hips to feel more of him. I was addicted. I couldn’t get enough. And as he drove into me, I felt my body climbing that mountain again.
“Oh, Simon. Please.”
“I love it when you beg for me, Ari.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him as close as I could stand. The pain and the pleasure mixed together, swirling around in my head. The world tilted around me. My eyes rolled back as I clung to him for the ride of a lifetime. The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room as I bit into his shoulder, muffling my wails of ecstasy.
Until his cock finally exploded inside me.
“Fuck me. Yeah, Ari. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
His growls rushed goose bumps over my body as I whimpered against his skin.
He heaved for air as he fell against me, his cock still sheathed inside me. I reached for the blanket on the back of the couch and pulled it over us, trying to warm us from the frigid basement. I kissed his temple, his neck, the teeth marks I’d left behind. I felt him slowly slide out before a gush of fluid rushed between my legs. I giggled, burying my head into the crook of his neck. And as his chuckle filled my ears, he wiggled down beside me, trapping me between the couch cushions and his body.
“Hi there,” he said.
I blushed. “Hi, Simon.”
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“So, how are you?”
I giggled. “You’re a mess, you know that?”
“And you’re shivering. Do you want to put your clothes back on?”
“Yeah, I really think she should.”
The sound of my father’s voice forced me upright. I held the blanket up against my naked body, as my eyes widened. He came down the stairs, emerging into the light. As the scowl on his face grew, I saw anger rising behind his stare.
“What. The fuck. Is this?” Dad asked.
“Daddy, please.”
“Simon?” he asked.
“Hi, Mr.—”
Dad held up his hand. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
He leapt down the stairs and gathered up my clothes. He threw them at me before reaching for Simon’s arm. He pulled him off the couch, and I cried out, trying to keep a hold on Simon. His naked body stumbled across the basement. Dad threw his clothes at him as his anger mounted. I stood up, wrapping the blanket around me, trying to cover myself as Simon scrambled to get into his clothes.
“You get the fuck out of my house, and don’t you ever come back,” he growled.
“Dad wait a second. Stop,” I begged.
“What the fuck were you thinking? Did you think you could sneak around behind my back? That I wouldn’t find out?”
Tears rushed to my eyes. “Daddy, stop. Please.”
He whipped around, jamming his finger in my face. “I’ll deal with you in a moment. How could you? How could you do this to yourself? To your life? To your future?”
“No, Daddy. We’ll deal with this now.”
I rushed to stand in between him and Simon, even though my fear was taking hold.
“Move,” he commanded.
“No,” I said.
“If you don’t move, I swear to—”
“I’ve done everything of me you’ve ever asked, Daddy. I’ve made straight As. Kept up my grades. Applied to the schools you wanted me to. I’ve even worn the clothes you wanted me to. The least you can do is allow me this. One summer to enjoy what I want. One summer to be me, for once. You owe me at least that.”
He lunged at me, and Simon wrapped his arms around my waist. But my father’s grip was stronger. He gripped my upper arms and ripped me away, pulling the blanket from my body with force. I tried covering myself as he looked me up and down. He picked up my clothes and tossed them at me, like they were nothing but tattered rags.
“Clothe yourself. You look like a common whore.”
And it was the last thing he said to me before he threw Simon out of our house, half-naked, into the freezing cold, without a second thought.
2
Simon
My hands shook as I shoved them into my pockets. Ari’s father stared me down as I stood next to my own. Last night had been embarrassing enough, standing out in the frigid cold with my fucking cock still half hanging out of my boxers. In New Hampshire, when the rain came in just right, the summer nights could get as cold as fifty degrees.
I was shocked I didn’t wake up sick that morning. However, what did take me by surprise was my father waking me up. He never woke me up. He always let me sleep until I got up of my own volition. But when he told me Ari’s father was downstairs, I almost leapt out of bed and scrambled to put on clothes.
Now, her father stared at me with a cold, icy stare, one that reminded me of the rain pelting against my skin last night as I raced home on my bike. When he barged in on Ari and me, I knew he was going to hit me. After he yanked me the way he did off her, I knew the next move was him slugging me across my jaw—not that I deserved it, but that was his daughter he’d caught in a compromising position. And for some reason, he’d never been my biggest fan.
Something I still didn’t understand.
“Why are you here, Matt?”
Ari’s father finally pried his eyes away from me and looked at my own father.
“Tommy, you and I have known each other for a very long time,” he said.
“Which is why I’m wondering why the hell my son has a bruise on his arm in the shape of your hand.”
“How much did he tell you about last night?”
My father shrugged. “Not much.”
“I found him naked with my daughter in the basement of my home.”
Dad looked over at me, and I sighed. He stared at me, long and hard. It hadn’t been a secret to him that we’d been dating. I’d been very up-front about it with him and told him how I felt about Ari. How I wanted to see her, at least for the summer. With her going off to California for college and me going back to start my sophomore year, it wasn’t as if we could have much more than that. But I enjoyed her company. She made me laugh and forced me out of my comfort zone.
“I see,” Dad said as his eyes went back to Ari’s father. “I didn’t know all of that.”
“I’m sure you didn’t,” he said.
“That still doesn’t give you the right to put your hands on my son.”
“It does when it’s my daughter he’s sleeping with.”
“I’m sure a judge will see it differently if I press charges.”
My hands pressed against my thighs in the pocket of my jeans. I willed myself to stay quiet. What a fucking mess this had all turned into. What did Ari’s father think he’d accomplish by coming over here?
“Your son took advantage of my daughter. I expect you to do something about that,” he said.
“What?” I asked in disbelief.
Dad put his hand out, telling me to let him handle this.
“Did Arianna say that?” my father asked.
“Does it matter what she says? Of course she’ll say anything to defend him. My daughter isn’t in her right mind right now.”
“But did the words ‘he pressured me’ come out of her mouth?”
“They didn’t have to.”
“They sure as hell did if you’re going to accuse my son of what you’re accusing him of Matthew.”
The two men stared one another down, and all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole. A summer fling. That’s all it was supposed to be. That’s all Arianna and I agreed to. And now, it had become a downright brawl. The most embarrassing situation of my life. One that our small town of Hollis, New Hampshire, would surely be talking about for months to come.
“Did you come here to try and pin something on my son, Matt? Or did you come here to talk? Because you can’t claim statutory rape on my son. Both he and your daughter are of age. In fact, they’re the age we were at when we started—”
“My daughter is better than any of us. Better than me. Better than you. Certainly better than your son,” he spat.
“Your daughter is a wonderful girl. You’re the one that makes her question that fact,” I said.
“What did you say to me?” her father glowered.
“Simon, let me handle this,” Dad said.
I looked down at my feet, trying to take my eyes off the man. Because if I didn’t, I couldn’t be held liable for anything I said next.
“Is this really coming as a shock to you, Matt?”
Her father paused. “What does that mean, Tommy?”
“I mean, I know they’ve been dating all summer. My son’s been very up-front with me.”
“My daughter told me nothing about it.”
“Then, maybe that should be your first clue as to the relationship you think you have with your daughter.”
Their gazes locked. “Don’t you dare talk to me about my relationship with my daughter.”
“Matt, you’ve been through literal hell. Losing Kathy the way you did wasn’t easy.”
“Don’t you dare say her name!” he roared.
I physically winced as my father stepped in front of me.
“I want you out of my house,” Dad said.
“Not until we talk, Tommy.”
“You’re not in any condition to talk. You can come back when you’ve got a level head.”
“Did you know your son was sleeping with my daug
hter? Did you know that and not tell me?”
My father stood up to him. “Even if I did, our children’s sex lives aren’t any of our business as long as they’re being safe about it.”
I heard the man practically snarl at my father.
“I want you off my property until you can talk with a cool head. I won’t say it again, Matt.”
“I want your son away from my daughter. For the rest of the summer.”
I whipped my head up. “Wait a second. That’s not—”
“Damn it, Simon. Don’t make me send you upstairs,” Dad hissed.
“She leaves for college in three weeks. She’s got a full ride to Stanford, of all places. She’s going somewhere. She’s making something of herself. She’s getting out of a town that killed her mother and sucked her father dry of anything he could ever accomplish. She’s destined for greater things than Hollis. And I won’t have your boy derailing that for her. My daughter deserves better.”
My father nodded. “He’ll keep his distance.”
“Dad,” I whispered harshly.
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