by Kaylee, Katy
“I know before, we were just two kids enjoying a summer.”
“Not this time, baby.”
My words seemed to give her relief. Had Gavin made her think I was just in it for the sex? Well, wouldn’t he be surprised when he learned the truth. “Summer?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
15
Summer
Like a deer with my head caught in the headlights, I stared at him. Had he just said what I thought he just said?
He dropped his forehead against mine. “Too soon?”
“I love you too, Rafe.” I threw my arms around him and gripped him tight. “I have for so long.” I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to tell him the truth about Emma. “Rafe.”
“Let me love you, Summer.” He kissed me, gently, thoroughly. His hands slid up my body and held my breasts as his thumbs swept over the tips. He lowered his head, his lips sucking on one nipple and then the other.
The sweet sensation sent a shiver through my body, making my brain malfunction.
“Let’s go inside.” He kissed me and then took my hand as he led me out of the water and back into the house. He got a towel from the bathroom and tenderly dried me off. I felt cherished by him. Like I was precious to him.
He dried himself next and then took me back to his bedroom. “No more tying up tonight.”
Never again, I thought but didn’t say. I should have known it was a risky move, although he said he didn’t feel triggered. Was it the lack of control that spooked him?
I didn’t have time to analyze it as he lay me on the bed, his warm, hard body covering mine. His hands cradled my face as he kissed me, his tongue sliding between my lips. For the longest time, he just kissed me. It was so loving and sweet, making my heart feel full.
Eventually, he trailed kisses along my jaw, down my neck and nibbled on my ear. “My sweet Summer.”
I relaxed into him, going completely pliant in his arms. Surrendering to him. He moved to my breasts, using his mouth to kiss and suck and nip one nipple and then the other. At the same time, his dick rubbed against my clit, sending delicious sparks of desire through my body.
“My sweet Summer,” he said again as his dick pushed at my opening, finally sliding in.
“Rafe.”
He filled me and I wrapped my legs around his hips to keep him from leaving my body. I wanted to join with him forever.
His hands gripped mine, holding them over my head. “Tell me again, Summer.”
I squeezed his hands. “I love you, Rafe.”
He rewarded me by tilting his hips, filling me even more. “My sweet Summer.” He kissed me, as his body slowly began to move. His lovemaking was slow, languid, intense with emotion, and it brought tears to my eyes. How long had I loved this man? Wanted to feel this from him?
“Summer? You okay?”
I nodded. “I’m overwhelmed with emotion.” It was the same thing he’d just said to me.
“Me too baby.” He kissed me again, his body still sliding in and out, building the sweet tension. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, yes, Rafe.” I wanted to ask him if he trusted me, but my guilt wouldn’t let me. Until I told him about Emma, he couldn’t trust me. “Rafe…I need you to know—”
“Show me, Summer. Show me.” He kissed me, a little harder this time as his thrusts became more urgent.
I moaned, lost in the delicious friction of his dick pushing me higher and higher.
“Come, Summer. Come and take me with you.” He levered up on his hands, and gave himself over to his desire, surging in and out of me, until he launched me to the stars. I cried out his name, chanting my love for him until I felt his hot seed fill me.
He collapsed, rolling to his side and pulling me to him. We held each other while our breaths returned to normal.
“Rafe?”
“Hmm.” He sounded a bit dazed.
“I need to talk to you about Emma.”
“She’s a great kid.” He kissed my forehead.
“She’s yours.”
I waited for him to respond, and when there was nothing, I feared the worst. When there was still no response, I looked up into his handsome face. His eyes were closed, his features lax. His breathing was slow and steady. He was asleep.
I grappled with waking him but ultimately decided to let him sleep. I lay in the dark, wanting to savor this new step in our relationship, and yet knowing that until he knew the truth about Emma, our love was on unsteady ground. I could tell him in the morning, but I had to work. In fact, I should head home since I had no clothes here.
I slowly slipped from his arms and got dressed. I wrote him a note, telling him I loved him. I watched him sleep for a moment, wanting to climb back in bed with him and hold him all night. Reluctantly, I left his room and headed home.
In my own bed later that night, I tried to work out the best way to get the time alone to tell him he was a father. I also plotted out my explanation about why it had taken me so long to tell him. I hoped to hell he’d understand. If he did, there was nothing that stood in our way of finally finding peace and happiness.
* * *
The next day at work, I was still trying to figure out when and how I could talk to Rafe. I wanted to do it when Emma wasn’t around, but also in a place that was private. Perhaps I could arrange for Gavin and Lainey to keep her one more night. Then I shook my head as I remembered, Wednesdays were busy nights at the restaurant for Gavin. Plus, I’d promised Emma we’d go to the library which was open later on Wednesdays.
Just before noon, as I got ready to get my lunch, there was a knock on my door.
“Come in.”
Rafe walked in, and my heart did somersaults in my chest at the sight of him. So tall, so lean, so handsome. And he was mine…if I could keep him. “Hi, you busy?”
I stood and came around my desk. “No. I didn’t know you were here today.”
He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me until I lost my breath. “I had a session and a group.”
“How’d they go?”
He shrugged. He was still new to the processes so I wasn’t surprised he hadn’t yet discovered the benefits. At least he was still coming. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you. You wore me out.” He waggled his brows.
I looked up into his dark eyes and knew I should talk to him now, and yet, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not at my workplace. There could be yelling or he could walk out, and I wouldn’t be able to follow him.
“I was thinking I could take you to lunch. Since we’re not a secret anymore. By the way, I’m glad it's out. I didn’t like betraying Gavin like that. It’s important to have the truth out, don’t you think?”
My gut clenched. “Yes.”
“I just hope he comes around.”
“He will.” I kissed him, wanting one last taste before I told him about Emma and potentially ruined everything.
“You know…” his lips trailed along my jaw. “We could stay in. Have lunch on your couch.” His hand slid under my skirt and his finger pressed against my panties. “I never got a chance to taste you last night.”
I moaned and my pussy was suddenly wet and wanting.
“You like that idea, don’t you Summer. You’re getting wet.”
“Rafe.” I had to stop this even though my pussy throbbed with need.
“Summer.” His finger slipped under the silky fabric of my panties and rubbed my clit as his other hand undid the buttons of my blouse. “I’m so hungry.”
Desire coursed through my body, short wiring my brain. And when he guided me to my couch, I didn’t stop him. When he laid me down and pulled my panties off, I went willingly. When he pulled my blouse open and released the front clasp of my bra, I arched toward him so he could suck on my tits.
“Tell me you locked the door.”
“Of course.” He pushed my skirt over my hips and moved down my body. “I love your pussy, Summer.” He lapped through my pussy lips, and my hips shot up, wanting more contact. “You ta
ste so good.” He swirled his tongue around my clit. “You make my cock feel so good.” He dragged his tongue back down to my opening, thrusting in.
“Rafe.”
“Do you like it, baby?”
“Yes, oh yes.” My fingers thread through his hair, holding him to my pussy. “Make me come.”
“If I had time, I’d take you to the edge, again and again, like you did to me.”
I gasped at the thought. I’m not sure I could tolerate the torture. I’m sure I couldn’t do it quietly. No, I’d be begging him to make me come.
“But right now, I’m going to satisfy you.” His fingers spread my pussy open. “Ready baby?”
“Yes, yes yes.”
Then his mouth feasted on me. With tongue and lips and teeth, he pushed me up and up. My hips writhed beneath him, seeking release. The tension coiled tighter and tighter.
“I’m going to come.” I pressed my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming out when I did.
“Come, sweet Summer. Let me drink your juice.”
My orgasm rolled through me - slow but fierce. My hips gyrated, fucking his mouth, eking out every last wave of pleasure.
“Mmm.” He lifted his head, his mouth and chin wet with my essence. He moved up my body and kissed me, letting me taste myself.
“I want you.” I reached to undo his pants.
He stood up, smirking at me as he unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. He slid them along with his briefs down his strong thighs. The sight of his cock, hard, red, and bobbing above me made my mouth water. I sat up and wrapped my hand around it, kissing the tip.
He hissed out a breath. “I fucking love your hot mouth.” His fingers gripped my head as I slid my lips over his dick “Yes, Summer…go good.”
I loved that he enjoyed what I did to him. It made me feel so feminine and sensual that I could turn on a strong, tall, sexy man like Rafe.
I released him, stroking him with my hand as I adjusted my body to better please him. As I did, his cock hit my breast. I rubbed it over my nipple.
“Does your cock like my tits, Rafe.”
“Oh, fuck.” He thrust his hips forward, pressing his cock against one breast.
Getting an idea, I pulled back.
“Don’t tease me, Summer. Not now.”
“I’m not.” I lay back on my couch, and took my breasts in my hands, squeezing them together. “Want to fuck my tits, Rafe?”
His eyes flashed with wild heat. He quickly stepped out of his pants. He straddled my belly, with one knee against the couch back and his other foot on the floor. He lay his cock on my diaphragm.
“So beautiful.” He pushed up, sliding his dick between my breasts as I held them together. “Oh…fuck…that’s so hot.” He moved slow, his dark eyes watching as his dick slid out and then disappeared between my breasts.
The tip of his cock would appear out the top of my breasts. The next time it did, I stuck out my tongue and licked it.
“Oh, fuck Summer.” His movements picked up speed.
“You like fucking my tits, Rafe?”
“Yes, baby. God yes, so fucking much.” He thrust again. “I love your tits.” His breathing labored, and his head dropped back as he lost himself in the sensation. I loved watching him. In this moment, there was no war for him. No torment. Just pleasure. “I want to come on your tits.”
“Come on my tits, Rafe.”
He withdrew his dick and moved away. For a moment, I was confused. But he adjusted himself. He opened my legs, moving between them, with one knee on the couch and one foot on the floor. He positioned my legs over his thighs and then grabbed my hips.
“I want to come inside you more.” Then he thrust inside my body, sending a shockwave of pleasure surging through me. I gripped the couch cushion as he pounded in my body. His hips pistoned back and forth, driving into me hard, fast, and so deep.
“Yes, Rafe…oh God…so good.”
“You like that, baby? You like it when I lose control with you?”
“Yes…come in me Rafe.” Pleasure peaked and my orgasm blew through me. My body arched and only at the last minute did I keep myself from screaming.
He let out a long feral growl as he surged in, ground against my hips as his first blast of cum filled me. He did it again, and again until he emptied himself.
“Oh fuck, Summer.” He sat back. “You fucking undo me.”
My breathing was still coming in ragged pants, so I nodded my agreement.
He smiled and then laughed. “You’re amazing. Hold on. I’ll get a tissue.”
He stood and I watched him as he walked to my desk and grabbed my box tissues. Normally it was for people who cried during their sessions. Never had I thought I’d use it to clean up cum.
He handed me the box after taking one and wiping himself. I cleaned myself up, and put my clothes back in place. Within minutes, we were sitting on the couch, fully dressed, and kissing.
“Careful, I might have to ravish you again,” he said when he pulled away.
“I love how you ravish me, Rafe.”
He grinned. “Can I bring you and Emma dinner tonight?”
“I promised her time at the library tonight. I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be sorry. I know she comes first.”
She did, but that didn’t mean Rafe wasn’t important to me. I wanted him to know that. “You’re important to me too, Rafe. I love you.”
His eyes grew intense with emotion. “I can’t believe it when you say that to me.”
I leaned closer to him. “I love you. Don’t forget that.” I hoped to hell he’d remember it when I found the right time to tell him about Emma.
16
Rafe
I enjoyed going to therapy. Well, what I enjoyed was fucking Summer after therapy. My counseling went fine, although I was still unsure of how it would help me. The group was more of the same, and while it was nice to be around others who understood what it was like to live life always on the edge of feeling like something bad was going to happen, I didn’t know how that was going to stop me from feeling it.
But with Summer, there were no bad feelings. Just happiness and calm. My soul was at peace when she was around. And she gave me sweet pleasure like I’d never known. Fucking Christ, watching my dick slide between her tits nearly made me swallow my tongue. If Gavin knew the dirty erotic things I did with her, he’d kill me for sure. I had to hope he never found out. Instead, he needed to know my intentions.
While I didn’t know what the future held for me and Summer, I knew I loved her and Emma. I wanted them in my life. To do that, I’d need to finally get all my shit together. That meant figuring out how I was going to make a living. It also meant finally turning my grandmother's house into my home. It needed to be childproofed, starting with a fence in the backyard to keep her out of the river when no one was watching. And of course, with a fence, I could get a dog.
The first thing I did was stop by Gavin’s restaurant. When he wasn’t there, I went by his home, but he wasn’t there either. I decided to try one more place; his and Summer’s father’s house. It was going to be hard enough to talk to Gavin about Summer, but with her father there, that would be crazy hard. I’d always gotten along with Mr. Addison, but I was pretty sure he’d have the same reaction by my sleeping with Summer as Gavin did. Maybe worse.
I parked my car and made my way up the front walk.
“Well as I live and breath, it’s Rafe Buchanan.” Summer’s father walked out onto the porch. He looked much the same as he’d looked while I was growing up; stern and scary. He had grayer hair and a few more wrinkles, but he still made me pause on the lower step as he glowered down on me.
“Yes, sir.”
“I understand you’re doing indecent things with my daughter.”
Fuck. “No, sir. I love her.”
One fuzzy brow quirked up. “Is that so?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And Emma?”
“I love her too. She’s a great kid.�
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He studied me for a moment. “Want a beer?”
I shook my head. “Water would be nice, though.” I needed it because my mouth was dry. How was it that I’d been able to run into the battle of war but I was nervous as hell talking to Summer’s father?
He nodded for me to follow him inside. The house was the same as I remembered it. I admired her father for raising his kids after their mother ran off. I remembered how broken up Summer had been. Gavin had pretended like he didn’t care, but I knew he had. And I understood it. My parents basically ran off too. It was a wonder we turned out as well as we had. It was a testament to my grandmother and Summer’s father that we came out okay in the end.
“You don’t think it’s a bit disrespectful to my son for you to be taking up with his sister?” he said as he handed me a glass of water and motioned for me to sit at the table.
“I don’t mean any disrespect. I’ve been looking for him, hoping to talk to him.”
“He and Lainey have Emma today. They took her on an outing.”
I nodded, remembering Gavin had made arrangements to take Emma. “I’m glad he’s doing so well.”
“Me too, son. There was a time when I thought he’d never get right again. Not that he doesn’t have his moments. We don’t have our Fourth of July parties here anymore.”
I nodded. Funny how vets fought for American freedom but couldn’t tolerate to join in on the annual celebration because the fireworks brought back the horror of war.
“What about you? You got the PTSD?”
I nodded. No sense in lying about it. I just had to hope he didn’t think it disqualified me from seeing Summer. “Maybe Gavin and I can hang out together on Fourth of July.”
“Loud noises bother you too?”
“Yes, sir.” I decided not to go into my triggers.
“Bad dreams?”
“Sometimes.” One thing I’d learned from the group is that there were vets who suffered worse than me.
“So, you’re willing to ruin a lifelong friendship with my son just to have some fun with my daughter.”