Summer Girl, Winter Boy
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“Should you be doing this?” he said with a groan.
“I shouldn’t do too much until I’ve healed up but there’s nothing wrong with my mouth.”
Pre-cum oozed from his slit and she waited until it started to slide before she licked it up. His took his hands from her hair before he pulled it out and instead gripped the sheet. Hopeless trying to resist the urge to come. Everything she did dragged his orgasm closer. She slid the flat of her tongue along the underside of his cock and pushed his shaft against the roof of her mouth. Jai forgot to breathe, then he forgot how to breathe.
Summer sucked so fast at the head, he thought his dick had caught fire. His balls danced with need and then her mouth engulfed him again and when the muscles of her throat contracted around the head of his shaft, everything exploded, his brain, his balls, his cock, his heart. Summer wrapped a hand around him and pumped his cum out, pulling back so that he could see it landing on her tongue, spurting into her mouth. Jesus Christ.
She lapped it up, took every drop, and dipped into the slit for the last little pearl before she shuffled back up the bed.
“That was so much better than the food in the hospital.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
“What if they don’t like me?” Summer whispered.
“Are you kidding? They’ll adore you.”
They walked up the drive toward the front door of Jai’s parents’ house. It looked similar to her parents’ place. A large double-fronted property with a separate garage. They’d missed the meal at Evan’s the previous week and this was the first time she’d meet his family.
“We can do you-know-what tonight,” she said.
He swiveled around and tugged her back toward the car. Summer laughed and turned him the right way again. Although she’d wanted to make love with Jai, she was still experiencing pain in her side and with her father and her doctor’s warnings about overexertion ringing in her ears, they’d restricted themselves to everything but full sex. Though they’d both enjoyed the games, they wanted more.
“Just so I’m clear and you’re not talking about the laundry or the ironing. What’s you-know-what?” he asked.
“Thingy.”
Jai snorted. “Or?”
“Rumpy pumpy.”
“God, don’t call it that. Can’t you say fuck?”
“Not so close to your parents’ house,” she whispered.
The door opened before they reached it and Summer saw a tall, elegant woman standing next to a tall, silver-haired guy.
“Summer. We’re thrilled to meet you,” his mother said and shook Summer’s hand. “I’d hug you but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Pleased to meet you too,” Summer said and found herself ushered into the house.
She handed over flowers and Jai gave his father a bottle of wine.
“You shouldn’t have,” his dad said, then his eyes widened as he looked at the label. “Maybe you should. Thanks. I’ll keep this. I’m not wasting it on your brothers.”
Summer was introduced to Bella and the kids, to Evan again and to Richard, Jai’s twin.
“I wish I could claim everything Jai has told you about me was a lie. But it’s unlikely,” Richard said. “But I am the better looking, brighter, shinier twin.”
Yeah, right. Summer already didn’t like him.
The meal was delicious. Roast chicken with all the trimmings. The conversation inevitably rehashed all that had happened. Well, most of it. Only she, Evan and Jai knew exactly what Jai had been up to with Saul and Marta. Nothing had leaked as yet, but Jai had decided when his contract was up with Fixx, that was it. No more modeling. He’d taken his revised script to Charlie Storm’s and the next day Charlie had called him, told him it was brilliant and could he show it to someone else? Jai had started another while he waited. One based on what had happened to him and Summer.
Apparently the version of events Marta had confessed to Jai had been the truth, Saul confirmed her story. The girl’s death was an accident, but what they’d done after had doomed the pair to a prison sentence. They were out on bail awaiting trial.
“Summer and I are moving in together,” Jai said. “We’ve found a little flat in Wapping until we can decide exactly where we want to live.”
“In the UK, I hope,” his mother said.
“Yes.”
Though she and Jai had their eyes on a little house on a beach in France.
“Jai said you’re a weather expert.” His mother smiled at her.
“Not sure about the ‘expert’ bit but that’s my field of interest.”
“I’ve always loved clouds,” said his mother. “When the twins were little, we used to lie on a rug on the lawn, look up the sky and find as many animals as we could.”
“Did we?” Jai and Richard asked together and then glared at each other.
“Yes, you did. Richard was always spotting something vicious like a saber-toothed tiger or a great white shark, and you saw angels. Richard’s sharks always ate your angels, as I remember.”
Richard sniggered.
Oh I really don’t like you.
Summer relaxed as the conversation moved away from her and Jai and onto Evan and his family. Bella was lovely and very patient with her kids. As she listened to the pair chatter, Jai caught her hand under the table. They’d talked about having children. They both wanted them but not yet.
Following three delicious puddings that Summer suspected had been made to impress her, judging by the exclamations of surprise and delight from not just the children, they moved into the drawing room to play Scrabble. She could feel Jai tensing at her side. The kids decided they’d rather watch a video with their mum, so there were four teams—Jai’s parents, Evan, Richard, and Jai and Summer.
Summer had never been so determined to win something in her life. Well, she wanted Jai to win, but once she’d watched him arrange his tiles into a word on the tray, she knew he wasn’t going to do it on his own.
She and Jai went second and she stopped him putting down S to make SUN, and instead used all seven tiles to make LACUNOSUS and scored seventy-two.
“Good grief,” said Jai’s father. “What does that mean?”
“It’s when a cloud layer is composed of more or less regular holes so that it looks like a honeycomb,” Jai said.
Summer gaped at him and he smiled. “I bought a little book about clouds.”
“We should check it. You know how Jai makes stuff up,” Richard said.
“Hey, the word is mine,” Summer said. “Are you challenging me?”
“You lose five points if you’re wrong,” said Evan.
Richard narrowed his eyes. “Yeah. I challenge it.”
Minutes later he was minus five points.
But Summer had to admit, Richard was good. They were nearing the end of the game and the bastard was ahead. She could almost taste how much Jai wanted to beat him. But their tiles were a pile of crap. Jai tentatively showed her an S and whispered, “Add to zero?”
“We’d need an E as well.” Summer sucked her lip and put down SARCOL, using someone’s C. Double word score made it sixteen points.
“What’s that?” Richard asked.
“You want to challenge—again?” Summer asked.
He chewed his lip then shook his head.
Minutes later it was all over. Jai was kissing her and his twin had stormed off in a sulk.
“What does sarcol mean?” Jai asked.
Summer put her mouth to his ear. “Person who cheats at Scrabble.”
Jai adored her. “Richard will kill you.”
“He chose not to challenge.”
He checked his watch. “Right. Not that I care what that prick thinks. Anyway, you up for a little walk, just across the fields at the top of the hill? Something I want to show you.” He checked his watch again.
“Sure.”
When Summer had told him they were in for a cold, crisp, cloudless day, he’d thought it was an omen. Butterflies rioted in his stomac
h. It was a miracle he’d managed lunch.
“Want to take the kids with you?” Evan asked.
“Not this time.” Jai fastened the buttons on Summer’s new red duffle coat and pulled on his gray jacket. He put her South America hat onto her head and tugged on the tassels to yank it down.
As they stepped out the door, he knocked the heel of his palm against his head. “Forgot something. Won’t be a minute.”
He had a quick word with his father, grabbed a blanket and came out to take Summer’s hand.
“What did you think of them?” he asked as they headed through the back garden and out into the field beyond.
“Everyone’s lovely.”
“Even Richard?”
“He’s…okay.”
“Only okay? He’ll slit his wrists if he hears you say that.”
“Talking of slitting wrists, you did get rid of that little emergency pack in your car, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. No more lists of ways to die, only ways to live.”
He squeezed her fingers.
“Do your parents own this field as well?” she asked.
“Yep. You see those hills in the distance?”
“My god. Yes.”
“They don’t own those.”
Summer laughed.
Jai led her over one field and into another and at the top of the rise, the land opened up into a view over the valley. He spread the blanket on the ground.
“Let’s lie here for a while and look at the clouds,” he said.
“There aren’t any clouds.”
“Pretend.”
He settled at Summer’s side and held her hand.
“My mum used the best china for lunch. We only usually see that at Christmas. And three puddings? You have any idea how hard she was trying to impress you?”
Summer turned to him and winced. “And I cheated at Scrabble.”
“Don’t worry. They get fed up of big head winning all the time.” He glanced at his watch.
“Want to go back?” she asked.
“No, not yet.” He hoped the timing was right, otherwise they were going to freeze up here waiting. “Look, I can see an angel.” He pointed at nothing.
“Half an angel. The rest is in my T-Rex’s stomach.”
The moment Jai heard the noise, he leaned over and pressed his lips against Summer’s. She groaned as he licked along the seam of her mouth and when her tongue brushed his, Jai felt the jolt in his balls. He’d never tire of kissing her. It was the last thing he did at night, the first thing he did in the morning and as many times as he could manage in between.
He rolled so she lay on top of him and they still kissed. Careful not to clutch at her side, he restricted his hands to cupping her face but Summer writhed against him until his head filled with the idea of sinking his cock deep inside her, fucking her until—
He forced his eyes open and closed them again before she could catch him. His heart pounded so hard, he felt sick. The butterflies had found a way into his throat.
Another roll and she lay under him, with Jai supporting himself on his elbows. He glanced up again then moved to one side and lay on his back, holding her hand.
The plane had finished part of what he’d paid to be written.
WILL YOU MARRY ME spread across the sky, the first word already beginning to dissipate.
He watched the wonder spread through her, saw it in her face, felt it in the clutch of her hand.
She turned to him. “Yes, please.” She gave him the biggest smile—ever—and kissed him.
“Put your hand in my pocket. There’s something in there for you.”
She kissed him again and slid her fingers under his coat and into the pocket of his pants before he could tell her she was supposed to check his coat pocket. One brush against his overenthusiastic cock and he groaned.
“Can I have it now?” she asked.
“Yes, no, not that, yes.”
Jai retrieved the Tiffany box himself and offered it to her. “I figure lying down is better than on one knee.”
“Technically speaking you haven’t actually asked me yet. I’ve said yes to the pilot of a pretty little biplane. You want me to break it off?”
Jai smiled and opened the box. If she didn’t like it, he could change it. If it didn’t fit, they could have it altered.
“Oh Jai, it’s lovely.”
He hadn’t gone for something huge. He’d not even seen her wear jewelry. It was a white-gold band with a solitaire diamond. He took it from the box and put it on her finger.
“I love you,” she said.
“Love you more.”
“No, I love you more.”
He laughed and pulled her back by his side. In the sky, the plane had written I LOVE YOU and drawn a heart.
“I’m going to break that poor pilot’s heart,” she said.
“So long as you don’t break mine.”
“I’ll keep it safe as long as we both shall live.”
“I couldn’t ask for anything more, Summer Girl.”
“Keep mine safe too, Winter Boy?”
“Always.”
About Barbara Elsborg
Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide.
After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm), she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying, plugged-in male—her laptop.
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