Summer Nights

by Christin Lovell

  I turned in his arms, lacing my hands around his neck. I looked up at him. The sun was high in the sky, shining down on him, illuminating his copper skin. I nearly bit my tongue when I realized I wanted to say those three little words to him. It scared me to know that, if I said them, I would actually mean them. My eyes watered, the words hanging thick in my throat, as I fought them down. “I’m going to miss you.”

  The look on his face confirmed his words before he spoke. “I’ll miss you more.”

  “Why don’t we miss each other tomorrow and just enjoy today,” Stella butted in.

  I broke into laughter. The smile that broke across Cruz’s face was priceless. “Do you always speak your mind?” He looked at my best friend, amusement danced in his brown eyes.

  “Always,” she replied, no hint of an apology in her voice.

  “You totally ruined my moment, Stella,” I protested, playfully splashing her.

  “Oh, so that’s how you wanna be?” She tossed water back at me.

  “Hey. Don’t splash my woman.” I was nearly glowing at his words as he defended me, his strength displayed by the amount of water that doused Stella.

  “Hey! Tambien con mi mujer, cabron.” Ramon puffed out his chest as he stepped in front of Stella and sent water flying towards Cruz.

  Stella and I jumped back when the men launched at each other, wrestling in the water. I assumed Cruz would win hands down since his muscles out bulked Ramon’s, but Ramon held his own. I was impressed.

  “Hey, you two. Why don’t you focus on us big beautiful women rather than childishly tackling each other?” Stella’s voice carried, but it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the splashing of water all around.

  Abruptly, the men dipped below the water. I looked at Stella, concern building when they didn’t immediately surface.

  “Ramon!” she yelled. I was surprised at the proper Spanish accent she’d perfected in pronouncing his name. Her ‘R’ rolled beautifully.

  “Cruz!” I was just about to dive into the water and check on them when I felt two hands skim my thighs.

  My heart thundered in my chest as Cruz broke through the water and kissed a path up the front of my bathing suit. I heard Stella’s husky voice in the distance, but my eyes were focused on the handsome man before me. He secured my hand and led me deeper into the water. The tide was hitting just above my chest and Cruz’s upper stomach when he stopped. He lifted me into his arms, his erection hit my pussy just right, sending shockwaves through me.

  CRUZ

  She gasped, her eyes widening as I pressed my hard cock along her center. Her hands had flown around my neck the moment her feet left the ocean floor. I drew her body flush with mine, her nipples pebbling against my chest. I kissed the swell of her breasts before focusing on her lush lips. I closed the remaining gap between us, securing her lips to mine. Her mouth was warm and her lips were plush, remaining soft and sensual despite my demanding reply.

  She slid to my side, pulling herself tighter to me with one arm as her hand dove beneath the water. Her hand slithered inside my swim trunks, immediately gripping my cock. I hissed, nipping her bottom lip, as she applied pressure to her stroke. She kissed my jaw, moving towards my ear.

  “I think it’d be less conspicuous if you were to move your hips rather than me move my arm above the water.” She licked the water off my neck.

  Damn she was sexy. I gripped her tighter and waded deeper into the ocean, away from prying eyes. The second the water hit our shoulders, she began moving her hand over my cock at high speed.

  “Do you know how bad I want to sit on your cock and ride you into the sunset?” I shuddered at the need in her voice. My dick throbbed. I wanted to eat her alive. I’d never been so turned on.

  “Fuck,” the wrangled whisper was just as much a surprise to her as it was to me.

  She smiled deviously, leaning in to give me a quick kiss. “Hold me,” she ordered.

  “I’ll never let you go.” I spoke the truth.

  Her hands urgently pushed my trunks down, below my hips, enough to free my dick. One hand caressed my balls as the other drew so tightly around my cock I couldn’t see straight. She drew her thumb securely up my member, her fingers sliding behind it. She rubbed the tip, swirling around it before swishing downwards again. Her eyes lit up, the only warning I received before she added her other hand. She worked up and down my cock, her hands fisting the same way the walls of her pussy would. The water, lapping in waves away from us, created a soothing lubrication.

  SUMMER

  Mangled Spanish words flew in my direction between kisses. Cruz’s mouth seared my upper body. I could tell he was close because his breathing became labored. Suddenly he tensed, drawing my lips to his, pressing hard against my mouth before his body trembled, his stomach muscles contracting against me.

  He immediately situated me over his sated cock. My arms happily embraced his neck. I began to squirm as one hand held me to him and the other dipped inside my bathing suit bottoms.

  He sought my pussy with a vengeance, two fingers plunging deep inside me as his thumb found my clit. I moaned into his mouth as he fucked my core with his hand. I rocked my hips into his touch, pleasure shooting through my center. My lower stomach twisted tight as my breasts swelled, my nipples straining against my wet suit.

  He pulled back, his eyes meeting mine with purpose. “Let go. I want you to rub your nipples. I feel them pressing into me.”

  My hands flew to my percolated peaks. I ran my fingers over them, rolling them. My muscles tightened, air struggled to reach my lungs as my body climbed towards ecstasy.

  He leaned in near my ear. “Do you know how bad I wish it was my cock instead of my fingers driving in and out of your sweet, wet pussy right now?” I swallowed hard.

  He captured my lips moments before I screamed at a third finger pummeling, stretching my channel. Warmth from the ocean surrounded me; the heat of his body scorched my flesh. I needed to get closer to him. I needed more of him. I whimpered, fighting to reach the precipice of unadulterated bliss.

  All of a sudden, he yanked my suit bottom to the side and drove into me; I cried out as pleasure shot through me. Had it not been for his mouth covering mine, every beach dweller would have known what we were doing. He drove in and out of my pussy in quick short strokes. My body coiled tightly around his infiltration. The moment his fingers rubbed my clit, I bowled over. I bit his shoulder, sobbing into his flesh as my body quivered in release. Every ligament warmed as pleasure spread through my limbs. A concentrated passion filled my pussy as it stroked Cruz’s cock. Goose pimples covered my skin despite the temperature of the elements. I shivered as pleasure burst through my womb again as his cock swelled. My vision blurred; I closed my eyes as a second tremble of bliss coursed through me.

  I unlocked my jaw. Pulling back, I winced at the teeth marks indented into his skin. I gently kissed the flesh I’d wounded in the heat of the moment. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I like a bit of pain with my pleasure.” I studied his face to see if he was teasing me, but there was no hint of playfulness, only sincerity. That admission probably should have scared me, but it didn’t.

  It was then that I realized he’d stopped moving. “You can finish.”

  He smirked, his eyes creasing in the corners as he watched me. “I already did. Twice.” His kissed my nose, my forehead and my cheek before finally planting a quick kiss on my lips.

  Chapter 12

  CRUZ

  She smiled as she nestled up against me. “I’ve never done it in the ocean before. Is there anyone on the beach staring at us?”

  I gazed toward the shore. First thing I noticed was Rodriguez and his men were gone. I scanned the beach. A few spectators had taken an interest in us, but I didn’t want her to be self-conscious. I kissed her neck below her ear. “Nope. It was just you and me.”

  Her cheeks colored. “Then why do I feel so dirty?”

  “Well, the water probably isn’t the cleanest, bu
t the sex wasn’t dirty; it was perfect.” I pulled out of her, re-covering her pussy with her bathing suit bottoms.

  “I’ll swim away so you can fix your shorts.” She kissed my lips before shoving off and breaking into a breaststroke. Her ass was tantalizing, her hips rocking with her kicks near the water’s surface. I quickly yanked up my swim trunks before I got another erection.

  I dove after her, easily catching up given our height difference. I yanked her at the waist and pulled her into me as we walked the rest of the way to shore.

  We found Stella and Ramon cuddling on a couple of blue lounge chairs pulled together. The moment they saw us, they both smiled knowingly. I winked at them as Summer blushed profusely, her eyes focusing on the ground.

  “Nice love bite, bro,” Ramon laughed.

  “Looks like you had an amazing time, girl,” Stella teased.

  “Would you stop,” Summer huffed, sighing as her blush deepened.

  “Girl, at some point, you just need to own it. It’s God’s gift to every human.”

  “I’d like another blessing then.” Ramon nipped Stella’s shoulder.

  She shook her head at him. “Later.”

  I admired her guts. She was direct and unashamed of who she was or going after what she wanted.

  “Fine. I’m hungry anyways.” He pulled back to focus on me. “Quiere comida, jefe?”

  Stella spun around to face him fully. “Heffay? Are you trying to call me a cow?” she shrieked, crossing her arms over her chest as she slid away from him, glaring the whole way.

  I barely contained my laughter. I glanced at Summer to see her trying to hold back as well. Meanwhile, Ramon looked genuinely shocked. My poor friend. I probably should have jumped to his defense, but watching him fumble, as he rarely did, was too much fun.

  “No! No! Jefe is not a cow.”

  “Oh really? Well, in English, a female cow is also called a heffer, and heffay sounds a hell of a lot like heffer.” Her eyes cut through him.

  “I know it sounds alike, but in Spanish it means boss. I would never call you a cow. You’re my sexy chocolate.” Ramon tried to get closer to her, but she shook her head.

  “Cruz, translate. And no exchanging googly eyes with Ramon ahead of time to bail him out.” She meant business, so I relented.

  “He’s telling the truth, and he was referring to me, not you.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

  “He is telling the truth, Stel. My high school Spanish teacher was named Mr. Jefe. Some kids used to tease him because he was overweight, and, well, you get the connection. Anyways, he posted the translation in the classroom. It didn’t stop the kids from saying stuff, but I do clearly remember seeing the translation as boss.” I was surprised that Summer backed Ramon the way she did. It showed that she was fair, able to step back and assess a situation for what it was without involving emotion. I could see now where her manager experience came in.

  “Why don’t you senioritas go get changed and we’ll pick you up here in an hour for dinner?” I offered.

  “Sounds good.” Summer smiled, slipping her shirt over her head. She didn’t bother with her shorts, merely putting on her shoes as she shoved the extra clothing into her purse.

  “Okay. It better be a damn good dinner to make up for this misunderstanding,” Stella teased, poking Ramon’s chest.

  He leaned in and kissed her before standing to help her up. Summer grabbed a towel and quickly dried off her legs. My cock was twitching already as she bent down. Damn. I hadn’t been able to go this many rounds with a woman in since my teens. I smiled as she neatly folded the towel she’d used. I could imagine her pulling clothes out of the drier in our home, folding the laundry, our laundry. My chest tightened as the realization of what was happening hit me. Shit. Ramon was right. I was sunk. She smiled up at me, handing me the unused towel.

  “Summer, su cabeza!” Ramon frowned as he reached out his hand towards Summer’s scalp. The moment I saw the location, I knew what he’d seen.

  She shook her head, looking down at the ground. “It’s nothing.” Her voice was thick.

  “Leave her alone. I don’t go around picking the glue off of your head.” Stella tugged at Ramon’s gel-coated mohawk that was still precisely sculpted from this morning.

  I pulled Summer into me, wrapping my arms around her. “Don’t listen to him. It’s not noticeable.”

  SUMMER

  I wanted to yell, “He noticed it!” But I didn’t. I merely nodded my head, kissing his wet chest. “I’ll see you later.”

  He lifted my face towards him. “Don’t think about it, okay?”

  I shook my head. He gently kissed me as I untangled myself from his embrace and grabbed my purse off the sand.

  Stella dressed, and Cruz put his cargos back on, but the guys kept their shirts off. They escorted us up to our room, promising again to return in one hour. The moment Stella shut the door I rushed to the bathroom to check my hair. Sure enough, the water had weighed my strands down in certain areas causing visible gaps in my messy updo.

  “You’re lucky that’s the first scar he’s given you,” Stella stated as she came around the corner, her full figure reflecting in the mirror.

  I chuckled without humor. “If bruises scarred, I’d probably be covered.”

  “Don’t live in the past, Summer. Don’t let your parents rob you of the happiness you have now.”

  “I’m actually angry at myself more than them. It should have stopped when I moved out; I never should have gone back.”

  “You can’t change the past, girl. I can tell you that you have a bright future ahead of you though. I don’t know how, but you and Cruz are gonna make it. You should see the way he looks at you. From what Ramon said, you’re the first and only.”

  I smiled, my heart warming. “You really think so?”

  “Who the hell had happy sex in the ocean today? I sure as hell didn’t,” she grumbled.

  I laughed. “Hm. It was good, but I feel like I ought to be taking a gallon of bleach to my cooch just thinking about all the germs.” My womb tingled as I thought back. “It was well worth it though.”

  “Egh. People do it in public restrooms. I don’t think the ocean is worse than that. I think the salt helps purify the water.” She beamed at me before breaking into a dance. “Summer is coming out of the closet. Finally!”

  “I was never in the closet.”

  She stopped twirling to face me. “Girl, I knew there was a freak in there somewhere. Gettin’ your freak-a-leak on with a sexy Rican. Ooh! I’m so proud,” she gushed.

  “Stop.” I swatted my hand in her direction; I felt heat flood my cheeks. I was grinning from ear to ear though. He pushed me to my limits and caught me off guard the same way Stella did; I couldn’t be any happier.

  “Hm. Well, while you think back on the delicious sex I wish I had today, I need to pick out something to wear. I want all of a certain amigo’s attention on me tonight. I’m a girl with a need that he knows how to fulfill, when he isn’t focused on food.”

  “Food? I don’t think he has an ounce of fat on him, just lean muscle and bones from what I saw today.”

  “The boy could eat me under the table at Thanksgiving, literally… and literally.” Her voice took on a seductive quality, emphasizing the last word. “And I’ll give him credit; he can cook. I offered to hire him as my personal chef and pay him in sex. He said he’d think about it.” She shrugged, rolling her eyes.

  “For some reason I think the offer was more than just a playful tease.”

  “Oh hush. He knows I was just kidding. We both agreed it was just a weekend fling, nothing more.” Stella rifled through her shopping bag for another outfit.

  “Uh huh. We’ll see.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” She was dismissive as she focused on finding something to wear. “We should wear the black shorts we both got; you know, the dressy ones.”

  “You think they’re taking us some place fancy?”

  “You never know.”

&n
bsp; “True,” I conceded.

  We both worked together to build our ensembles for the evening. Stella paired the black shorts with a deep purple tank top and added a short-sleeve black cardigan sweater. She selected a silver necklace with a dangling crescent moon pendant, silver hoop earrings and a pair of silver ballet flats to complete her look for the night. I shied away from wearing color with the dressy black shorts; instead, I opted for a black tank top with a cropped, short-sleeve shrug. I finished off my outfit with a long faux pearl necklace, the pearls gradually increasing in size as they fell to the center, a pair of matching faux pearl stud earrings, satin and lace black kitten heels and a silk grey clutch.

  “Ooh, girl. We’re gonna be rockin’ it tonight.” Stella smiled. “I told you it was gonna be a Stella Summer.”

  My cheeks hurt from grinning. “Yeah, you did.”

  We quickly set into motion, getting ready before the guys arrived.

  ***

  CRUZ

  “Rondo, it’s Cruz,” I spoke into the phone.

  “Que tu tiene?” he pressed, knowing I only called for business.

  “Cash, under the table. I need you to follow Hector Rodriguez and his posse. I want pics from the inside and pics of him and his woman, if he has one.”

  “You workin’ for the feds now?”

  “No. It’s personal.” The way Hector looked Summer up and down, taking in every curvy feature had my blood boiling. I was going to see to it that he didn’t touch her. Bounty hunters were the middlemen. We helped the police and the criminal. Ultimately, we were supposed to uphold the law, but I wasn’t above breaking a few in order to protect her.

  “I’ll contact you when I’ve got something.”

  “I need it before Victor’s sentencing on August first.”

  There was nothing but silence as Rondo considered my timeline; no doubt he’d drive up the price because of it.

  “Double or nothing,” he countered.

  “I’ll pay you time and a half, but not a penny more. I’m a repeat customer, and I know you’d hate to lose my business.” I drove a hard bargain, knowing he would have to relent. Business wasn’t steady for the man, and I knew that.