Hot Summer Fling

by Parker, Ali

  Lathering the sponge in his spicy-smelling shower gel, I got it nice and foamy before motioning for him to turn around so I could start with his back. Half of me wanted to see what would happen if I pushed him, but the other half didn’t ever want to torture him—even if it was a fun way.

  In the end, I settled for just getting him cleaned up. My movements were quick, but thorough. When he washed me, he returned the favor.

  Not that it made a lick of difference. Being in the shower together, naked and both turned all the way on, the proximity itself was torture enough. By the time we were done, my cheeks were flushed, my breathing was back to ragged, and my pussy was aching for him.

  Evidently, Fulton felt the same way. As soon as we stepped out of the shower, he picked up my still wet body and walked me to his bed. “Aren’t we going to dry off first?”

  “Nope.” He dumped me on the mattress, his big body following almost immediately after mine. My breasts flattened against his hard chest, our hearts thundering together while our lips fused once again.

  The thick head of his dick pressed against me. Even covered in latex he’d hurriedly rolled on before crawling onto the bed, I felt his heat. He pressed into my slick heat, shuddering when he was buried all the way in.

  “Fuck, Val. You feel so damn good. So snug and soft. Better than I ever could have dreamed.” His breath ghosted against my damp, heated skin and made me tremble.

  “You’re definitely not soft, but I like it that way.” I cupped his cheek in one hand and wrapped the other around the back of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss and bucked my hips to let him know what I wanted.

  With barely controlled power, he began to move. Thrusting in and out of me in even and measured strokes that hit every pleasure point inside of me. I clawed at his skin, already thanking Past Val for not torturing him in the shower. I didn’t think I could take it if he had to stop now.

  His muscles bunched with concentrated effort and restraint. It didn’t take me long to get all the way to the edge again, neither did Fulton. He released a savage growl when I started clamping down on him, which sent me flying back out into my blissful abyss and screaming his name.

  Hips pounding into mine, he filled me over and over again until I felt him tense above me. Fulton groaned as he exploded deep inside me, grinding his pelvis against mine. When he was done, he dropped his forehead to my shoulder and nuzzled the skin there.

  We stayed like that for a long time after, just lying there trying to catch our breath. Eventually, he slid out of me and rolled onto his back, taking me with him.

  “I can’t believe we didn’t even dry off after the shower,” I murmured against Fulton’s muscular chest. “You’re going to have to sleep on damp sheets tonight.”

  “So are you.” His arms wound their way around my waist and banded there like steel rings. I lifted my head to look into his blue eyes, sated and as calm as the ocean after the storm had passed.

  “You know my rule, so no. I won’t be sleeping on damp sheets unless you want to go for a repeat performance in my room.”

  “You’re going to have to give me a minute to recover if you want a repeat performance.” He chuckled, the sound reverberating from his chest into mine. “But that wasn’t what I was talking about.”

  “I figured.” I dipped my forehead to the warm skin at the hollow of his throat where his collarbones met. “I can’t sleep in here with you.”

  His arms tightened, but I knew he would let me go if I told him to. “You’re going to have to break your rules. I want you in my bed tonight.”

  “I’m in your bed now,” I protested and gave him a look. My rule existed for a reason. It had protected me from getting in over my head, and now he was asking me to break it.

  Fulton’s one arm slid from me, the other still holding me still on top of him. He lifted his hand and slid his fingers under my chin, his thumb closing gently around the front of it.

  “I want you to stay in it.” There was so much hope and sincerity in those eyes that I felt my resolve starting to crack.

  When the corners of his lips started lifting into a wicked smirk and a flash of heat burned away the other emotions in his eyes, I knew I was in real trouble of actually staying with him. He lifted his head from the pillow, burying it in my neck and kissing the skin he found there. “Please stay with me.”

  Between his winning smile and his lazy kisses, I didn’t stand a chance. Before I even knew what was happening, Fulton had waved the minute recovery time he’d told me he needed, rounds two and three were over and I was drifting off to sleep in his arms.

  Chapter 21

  Fulton

  When I woke up, Valerie was still sleeping in my arms. We’d both passed out pretty soon after the last round of orgasms, but I remembered wondering, just before I drifted off, if she was still going to be in my bed when I woke up.

  I was unreasonably happy that she was still there, barely having moved since we’d fallen asleep. Her one leg was draped over both of mine, her head on my chest and her arm around my hips.

  The way she was holding me felt somehow familiar. It felt … right. Jesus.

  I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I was starting to like having her around all the time like this. That sense of rightness about having her hold me extended to everything: having all my meals with her, being with her when I wasn’t working, sleeping together.

  It felt so right that I wasn’t even freaked out by it. Instead, I lay there, turning my head slightly so I had a better angle to watch her sleep.

  Unfortunately, as a smile lifted my lips and my eyes drifted to hers, they were open and watching me with a curious but amused expression in them. “Are you staring at me like a creep ass?”

  I chuckled sleepily, giving my shoulders a shrug. “I wasn’t staring. I was trying to figure out where you hide a tractor in that tiny body?”

  “What are talking about?” She propped herself up on one elbow, but she didn’t extricate her limbs from mine. Which I also liked. You’re starting to think like a pussy.

  Even the mental reprimand couldn’t stop me from laughing, though. “You snore like you’ve got a tractor shoved in there somewhere. A broken one.”

  Valerie snorted and lifted her arm from my hips to punch me in the shoulder. “I do not snore.”

  Her tone was indignant but playful. Pouting mockingly, she sat up and tucked the sheet under her arms to cover her naked breasts—to my disappointment.

  Her eyes slid to the clock mounted above the bedroom door. “What time do you have to be at work?”

  “I don’t.” I sat up beside her, drawing up my knees and placing my elbows on top of them. “I’m done in Seattle. There’s nothing more I can do here, so if you’re ready, we can go back to Florida as early as this afternoon.”

  She either didn’t—or couldn’t—hide the disappointment that flashed in her eyes. “Oh, so soon?”

  “Yeah.” Bright morning sunlight was drifting in through the sheer curtains and now that I was sitting up, it was shining in my eyes. I lifted my hand to shield them before turning to face her fully in order to avoid the glare. “You ready to go back?”

  She studied me for a second before finally closing her eyes and shaking her head. “No, not really. I’d like to stay a few more days, if we can. There’s still so much to see and do and…”

  Opening her eyes on the last word, there was a rare vulnerability in them. She may not have finished that sentence, but she didn’t need to. Valerie liked being around me like this all the time too. It wasn’t a one-sided thing, it was very much mutual.

  Neither of us knew what would happen when we went back, or even how long I’d be able to stay there before I’d have to head back to Boston. It was inevitable, but that didn’t mean that I wanted to rush it.

  Reaching for her hand, I took it in both of mine and lifted her palm to my lips, placing a soft kiss in the center. “I’m more than okay with staying for a few more days. I can get some of m
y work done here. It’s not a big deal.”

  “Really?” Valerie brightened up immediately, smiling as she shot forward and threw her arms around me when I nodded. The action had her landing in my lap, which was rousing my cock.

  She obviously noticed, sitting back slightly so she could look into my eyes. Her eyebrow was raised, but her hands were resting lightly on the sides of my neck and she scooted her hips forward to straddle me.

  “Really.” I swallowed, bringing my hands up to her hips. “But what are you doing?”

  “Who knows?” She rocked forward to brush her molten heat against me. Even with the sheet between us, I could feel her. Her eyes stayed on mine when she did it again, grinding into me a little this time.

  Her breathing hitched, which was all I needed to hear. I was suddenly rock hard and ready to go, my cock painfully desperate to be buried deep inside her. Gripping her hip with one hand, I let the other travel up to where she had tucked the sheet underneath her arm.

  With one tug, it was gone. I shoved it away from us, groaning when I felt how wet she was for me already. Valerie didn’t scoot away or try to suddenly get off me. She lifted herself up on her knees and moved closer to me instead, so close that when she sat down again, my shaft was encased by her slick folds.

  “Well, if we’re not in a rush, then we may as well make the best of the morning.” She smiled, then leaned down and claimed my lips with hers.

  An hour or so later, we lay beside each other on the bed, panting and sated. Valerie rolled over to face me, putting her hands underneath her head. “I’m glad you didn’t have to go in to work.”

  “Me too.” I smiled, sat up, and reached over to open the drawer of the nightstand. “I’m starving. Do you want to order breakfast to the room or go grab something somewhere else?”

  “I don’t think my knees have recovered enough to hold me up yet.”

  “Breakfast in bed it is.” I found the leather-bound menu in the drawer and opened it to the breakfast offerings. “How do you feel about eggs Benedict?”

  Valerie wrinkled her nose and propped herself up to see the menu. “I’ve never had it, but I don’t know if I can eat eggs that are named Benedict.”

  I laughed, passing the menu over to her. “If it makes you feel better about the name, it was named after a guy who had a hangover and ordered all the components of the dish separately. It became a thing after that.”

  “How do you know that?” She lifted her eyes from the menu to look at me briefly before turning her gaze back down to her options.

  I shrugged. “I’m just a well of useless, random facts.”

  “I’m starting to realize that.” She mused. “I think I’ll have an omelet, but I’ll try some of your hangover-cure eggs.”

  “Are we in that stage of our relationship where we’re sharing food?” I’d meant it as a teasing question, but as soon as I said it, I realized that I wanted it to be true. I wanted to be the guy to share my food with her, as weird as I’d always thought it was when I saw couples doing that.

  We weren’t really a couple, but we could be. For the next couple of days, at least. We were in Seattle together, so we might as well enjoy it while we had the time.

  Valerie’s eyes had gone wide, and she arched a brow at me. “Are we at that stage of our relationship where we’re calling it a relationship?”

  “We have a relationship, don’t we? In the true sense of the word, I mean.”

  She rocked her head from side to side, pursing her lips in thought. “Yeah, I guess we do have a relationship. So yes, I think we’re at that stage where it’s acceptable to share food.”

  Lifting my hands to the back of her neck, I leaned over to plant a chaste but lingering kiss on her lips. “We’re in agreement then.”

  Valerie grinned, closing her eyes for a fraction of a second before pulling away from me. “Great, now can we order some food? I thought you were starving.”

  After we placed our order, Valerie went back to her room to dress in her pajamas so we would be decent when room service arrived, but she came back to my bed. I got dressed, too, but also climbed back into the bed.

  “I never get to laze around in the mornings. This is awesome.” I fluffed two of the pillows and pushed them against the headboard before leaning back on them. My room had one wall made of glass, which gave us a view of the city from the bed.

  Valerie grabbed the pillows from her side of the bed, which had landed on the floor at some point during the morning, and did the same thing I had done before settling in beside me. “Lazy mornings are the best. I’m not a morning person, so I laze around a lot. I even set my alarm early to give me time to laze and wake up properly before I have to start getting ready for the day.”

  “I’m one of those people who snoozes my alarm until the last possible second, which means that I always have to hit the ground running. There’s no time left for lazing, but I think I might look into changing that habit.”

  We kept talking until our food arrived with a sharp knock at the door from the waiter delivering it. He pushed the trolley into the bedroom and after I tipped him, left us alone again. Valerie made to get out of bed, but I lifted my hand to signal that she should stay.

  “Let’s have breakfast in bed. I can’t remember the last time I did that.”

  Her eyes lit up with excitement. “I’ve never had breakfast in bed, and honestly, I never thought I would.”

  “How have you never had breakfast in bed? It’s the single greatest place to have breakfast.” I lifted the cloches off our plates and poured us each a glass of orange juice, then handed Val’s over to her.

  She didn’t answer me before I was back in bed, too, trying to balance my plate on my lap. “I guess I’ve never had breakfast in bed because I’ve never had anyone to serve it to me there. It seems pointless to get out of bed, go make your own breakfast, then take it back to bed. I’ve always just eaten it in the kitchen or on the go.”

  Cutting a bite of my creamy eggs, I squinted at her. “Didn’t your parents ever bring you breakfast in bed? It was a big birthday tradition in our house when I was growing up.”

  She shrugged, but I could have sworn I saw a hint of pain in her eyes before she dropped them to her food. “We had very different upbringings, I think. I grew up really poor. Mom worked all the time. She was gone by the time I woke up most mornings, and if there was milk in the fridge for me to add to my own cereal once I got my lazy ass to the kitchen, it meant she still had her job.”

  It felt like her words were tiny forks stabbing me through the gut and into the heart. Way to fuck up a perfectly good morning, big guy. “I’m sorry, Val. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

  “You didn’t know talking about breakfast in bed was going to end with that.” She offered me an understanding smile. “Besides, it doesn’t mean anything now. I’m used to living without lots of money, I was conditioned for it. It’s just the way things are for me.”

  She tucked into her omelet and released a low moan while chewing her first bite of the fluffy eggs. “These are amazing.”

  I nodded, but I wasn’t really thinking about the eggs as being amazing. I was thinking of Valerie, of how amazed I was by her resilience and optimism under the circumstances. I wasn’t a complete douche. I knew exactly how privileged I was, and I was grateful for the childhood I’d had.

  I simply didn’t imagine that if our circumstances had been reversed that I would have handled life the way she did. There was no sense of entitlement or that the world owed her something because she’d had a tough upbringing. She appreciated small things like how incredible fluffy eggs were and wasn’t afraid to dream about finding a passion. I respected her for that.

  It also made me want to show her that there was art all around us, and if that was her passion, it didn’t matter where she’d come from. Fancy degrees from fancy schools weren’t necessary to make an impact in the art world. She could pursue this passion without the constraints she might have been worrying about.<
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  “Hey, I was thinking, when we’re done with breakfast, do you want to go see some real art?”

  Valerie swallowed the sip of orange juice she’d just taken, nodding as excitement brightened her eyes. “Yes, definitely. I’d love to.”

  Chapter 22

  Valerie

  “Wow.” I stared up at the huge mural on the side of one of the skyscrapers in downtown Seattle. “This is incredible, but isn’t it illegal?”

  Fulton shook his head, but it seemed he couldn’t tear his eyes off the masterpiece in front of us any more than I could. “The company who owns the building commissioned it, so it’s not illegal street art in this case.”

  “It’s beautiful.” It had taken me a few minutes to figure out what I was looking at, but it was a kind of mystical forest scene. The sky was a deep purple with streaks of turquoise for clouds. There were unicorns and fairies combined with ordinary creatures like butterflies and squirrels. “Is it just me, or does it seem hopeful?”

  Glancing at me for a moment before turning his eyes back to the mural, Fulton nodded. “It is hopeful. It’s meant to symbolize that there is magic in our midst. You just have to look for it.”

  I fell in love with the painting on the side of that building a little when I heard the symbolism behind it. “I love that. It’s so easy to get hung up on all the bad in the world that, too often, we miss the magic in everyday things.”

  “Like fluffy eggs?” Fulton smiled at me, fond warmth entering his eyes. It made my heart beat a little faster, even though fond warmth wasn’t generally an emotion I wanted to evoke from people. In his case, though, it meant that I evoked genuine emotion in him and that I wasn’t just a charity case who he happened to enjoy fucking.

  I nodded my response to his question. “Exactly, or a well-made hollandaise sauce.”

  Earlier that morning when I’d read the description of eggs Benedict, the concept had sounded disgusting. After I’d taken my bite of Fulton’s breakfast, which had turned out to be delicious, I’d confessed to him that I hadn’t been expecting it to be. He’d told me that the hollandaise sauce could make or break the dish, but that in this case, it had made it.