by Nella Tyler
Chapter Five
SUMMER
I stood there millimeters away from this guy, trying to ignore the burning in my chest that started as a fire in my core as soon as he touched me. My senses were all completely overwhelmed and I tried to keep the mantra going in my head that says, you can’t have this guy, over and over again, but the smell of the ocean was mixed with his clean, masculine scent. His breath smelled like mint and it was warm and sexy on my face. His words were ringing in my ears. He thought I was pretty. This guy is so incredibly hot that he could grace the covers of magazines in the supermarket and he thinks I’m pretty. How the hell was I supposed to make myself walk away? This is an opportunity I should have never had and would never have again.
I told myself to snap out of it. I was being ridiculous. There are so many reasons why I can’t have this guy and I need to make myself believe that. I opened my eyes to tell him he needed to back up, but that was a huge mistake. Those blue eyes were focused on my lips and God help me, I’m just not that strong. When he pulled me into him this time, my cold chest and hard nipples molded up against his hard as steel one, and I completely lost any resolve I had left. I wanted him and I didn’t want to care that I was not supposed to have him.
He slowly and seductively slid one hand down my back as he brought his lips back down towards me. I parted them so he could slide his warm tongue inside and seek mine out. He tasted even better than I imagined he would. As they played against each other, I felt one of his hands continue to slide down and he grabbed a firm handful of my ass. I reached up and twisted my fingers up in those sexy, messy dark curls and he let out a long, deep moan. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard and it turned my insides into hot, molten lava. I forgot who I was or that I came from nowhere. I forgot that he was everything I’d never be and I melded into him and that kiss and I completely gave myself over to him.
We kissed forever and when he pulled back so we could come up for air, he took my hand without saying a word and led me to where the waves were breaking into the shore. I didn’t question it. I just went with him, knowing that this was the man I wanted to be my first. I wasn’t sure how he would feel about that, but at this point, I would not be denied. The tide was coming in and we only took a few short steps before we were waist deep in the cold water. I was not sure about him, but what I was feeling inside was enough to keep me warm even as the frigid waves rolled into me.
His hands went to the bottom of my shirt and he pulled it back off of me. I had a fleeting second of sanity – that’s my only shirt. I would be mortified if I didn’t have anything to wear home…back to the cave. I took it out of his hand and pitched it as far out into the sand as I could so the tide wouldn’t take it back out. My bikini top was still on the sand where I’d dropped it when he kissed me the first time. His hands went to the button on my shorts, and I felt myself boldly caress his hard cock through the front of his shorts. I’d felt one before, Bennie’s, but Drake’s felt a lot bigger and thicker. I felt a twinge of nerves in my belly, but then he groaned or maybe it was a grunt…whatever it was sent electric shocks shooting down my spine. That emboldened me even more, and I let my hand slide over his sexy flat abs and slide it down into the front of his shorts. I found what I was looking for and let my hand wrap around it. I heard him suck a breath in through his teeth. I was holding mine. I’d never touched a naked one before. It felt hard and soft at the same time, and it was hot. I could actually feel it throb in my hand and that fascinated me, but the best part was when I stroked my hand up and down it and Drake flexed his hips into me and made happy sounds.
He fumbled with my button and zipper and stripped my wet shorts down past my hips. I reluctantly let go of him and used both hands to push them and my bikini bottoms the rest of the way off and toss them over with my t-shirt. His hand immediately went down between my legs, and the stars in the sky didn’t even come close to rivaling what exploded in my head when he touched me.
His fingers were like his cock, rough and soft at the same time. He ran them over the outside lips gently at first and then he separated them and let his fingers skim across my swollen and throbbing clit. I was the one moaning now and flexing my hips into him. I could feel how wet I was, even in the water. My wetness was warm and thick, and Drake used that moisture to draw circles against my clit with his thumb. It felt like absolutely nothing I’d ever felt before…and then he slipped a finger up inside of me and I felt him hesitate. Before he could say anything, I reached up, put my hand on the back of his neck, and pulled him back down into another hot kiss. He was gentle, but he didn’t stop. He worked one finger into me and then two, and then I ground down against his hand and the barrier was gone and I was ready for him. The cold water must have numbed it or something because I didn’t feel any pain. The only thing I felt was a hot, driving need to have this man inside of me. He pulled his hand away and looked at my face again with those crystal blue eyes as he untied and released the Velcro on his board shorts and pulled them down. He pitched them over where my clothes lay in the sand before he reached down and wrapped both of his arms around me to lift me up out of the water.
Drake wrapped his full lips around one of my nipples and began to suck and lick and nibble at it. The rockets were going off in my head again and I was making crazy, animalistic sounds. Luckily, those seemed to spur him on rather than turn him off. While he switched breasts and began to torment the other, I felt him slowly lowering my body against his. When his hard cock was pressing against my opening he stopped, pulled back, and looked at my face again. I nodded and he loosened his grip. I held onto his shoulders and lowered myself down…slowly. It took a few minutes for my body to stretch and mold to accommodate him and once he was all the way inside of me, he held himself there for several long seconds, just letting me get used to him. I felt him grip my ass cheeks tightly in his hands then and as the waves rolled in and out and the water rocked against us, we rocked into each other.
I let my hands slide down from his shoulders to his nice firm biceps, and I gripped them as I leaned forward so I could put my mouth on his long, sexy neck. I began to kiss and lick and suck it, and his thrusting in and out of me became faster and more urgent. I was rocking up and down and he was pulling in and out and suddenly, I felt an orgasm like nothing I’d ever caused during my self-explorations begin to build in my toes. It worked its way up into my core and fire exploded in my belly. I cried out as I came and dug my fingernails into his arms. Seconds later, he followed me, and I felt his hands grip onto me so tightly as he came that I thought I’d surely have his handprints on my ass by morning. I didn’t care. As he rocked gently into me and held me like he never wanted to let me go…, my world tipped on its axis and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Drake leaned his face into mine and in a winded, raspy voice he said,
“Un-fucking-believable Summer… That’s what that was, un-fucking-believable.”
Drake was right; it was “un-fucking-believable.” But now what? Shit! I’d obviously never done this before so I had no idea how to act now. I’m smart enough to know that I’m not this guy’s girlfriend now or even his main squeeze. Do I just walk away and never see him again? Why the hell does my chest hurt when I have that thought? Before I could think of anything to say I shivered, hard.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he wrapped me up in his big arms and literally picked me up and carried me out of the water. “I have a towel in my duffel bag.” He sat me down gently and went over to get the towel. The whole two seconds he was gone, I continued to try and think of something to say, but nothing came to me. He brought the towel back and wrapped it around my shoulders. He was touching me so gently and being so sweet that I could almost let myself believe that there could be more for us…almost. “Stay with me tonight, Summer.”
“What?” I felt like I just woke up from a dream…or was I still in one?
“Stay with me, at my place tonight.”
“Um…” I was actually thinking about it. A
real bed, a hot guy, a hot shower… Jesus, I was thinking of this guy in terms of room and board. “No…thank you, no.”
He cupped my chin in his hand and tipped my face up towards his. God he’s beautiful. Why would this beautiful man be put directly in my path when there is no way I can have him? “Why?”
Summoning every ounce of strength in my body, I stepped back and took the towel off my shoulders. I handed it to him and forced myself to look him directly into those ice blue eyes and I said, “Because I don’t want to, but thank you. Thank you for tonight.” I turned and started collecting my clothing and shaking the sand out of them. I could feel him staring at me while I was putting them on. He was still standing rooted to his spot – naked and hot in the moonlight. I was shaking all over and didn’t know if it was from the cold, the sex, or anxiety over this whole situation I let myself get into. When I got my clothes on, I reached down for my old board and that was when he broke his silence and said,
“Take the new one, it’s yours. I’ll be here tomorrow morning after nine. I’d like to help you get better before the contest.”
“Why?”
“I meant what I said before. I just want to help.” He touched my face again and made me look at him. “What just happened between us wasn’t what I was after when I said I wanted to help you. I wanted it very badly, but I didn’t expect it and I promise you that if it never happens again…I’ll hate that, but I’ll still want to help.”
Chapter Six
DRAKE
Summer had given me her virginity. I could see how badly she wanted me, but I could also see how scared she was. I’ve never been poor. I’ve never been homeless, and I’ve certainly never been a hot girl who had to survive on the streets. I can’t begin to pretend that I know what she’s been through, but I’ve seen the way the college guys and even the high school guys around here treat these girls. I saw them teasing that little brunette on the beach yesterday and telling her they’d give her money if she “did things” with them.
First and foremost, I want Summer to be sure that I’m not one of those guys. I didn’t expect anything from her, but I was damned grateful she gave it to me. Second of all, I really did want to help. I’d been struggling lately with what I want to do with my life. I’m sure I don’t want to live at the top of an ivory tower the way my parents and my sister do, looking down on everything and everyone below me. The key here is going to be convincing her. She was standing two feet away from me with her hands on her hips and that suspicious look she wore so well back on her face.
“I’m going to leave it at that, Summer. The offer to stay with me tonight is still on the table, too…”
“No,” she said. It was a flat, decisive no. She wasn’t willing to consider it.
“Okay, but let me help you win your contest. That money will help you out a lot, right?”
She nodded. “And, what will it do for you?”
I sighed. “It’ll make me feel like I’m doing something worthwhile using the only real talent I have. I’m not just a good surfer, Summer…I’m great.”
“And so humble.”
I laughed. “There’s no room for being humble when you’re shooting to be the best. I’ve been shooting for that since I stepped up on my first surfboard when I was eight years old. It didn’t come easy. I worked my ass off for it and now I am the best. I’d like to share that. As a matter of fact, I’ve been thinking about my future a lot lately and I was really leaning towards being a surfing instructor.”
She smirked. “Because you’re the best?”
I grinned. “Exactly.”
Shaking her head, she dropped the old beat up board and picked up the new one. “I really have to go,” she said. That was it; she took off walking in the direction of the cliffs. I gathered up my things, struggled back into my wet, sandy clothes and chased after her. I caught up to her just as she reached the path that led back up towards the cove. I didn’t say anything, I just walked along beside her as we made the mile and half trek. When we got to the end of the trail, she finally looked up at me and said, “I’ll be here in the morning. I can’t pay you and I won’t sleep with you while you teach me, I’m not exchanging sex for anything…”
“I wouldn’t ask you to, Summer. But don’t get me wrong here, I still want you. I want you even more now that I’ve had you. So, when I finish teaching you and it doesn’t feel like you’re exchanging sex for something, I hope like hell you’ll re-consider the no-sleeping together0 rule.” I wasn’t sure, it was dark and she was so good at controlling her facial features, but I think I saw the traces of a smile. That’s all I got, though, before she turned away from me again and walked away. This was definitely going to be the hardest I’ve ever worked to get a girl…but something about Summer tells me that she’s worth it.
*******
I met my mother for breakfast the next morning at a café near my father’s office in the business district. She’d arranged for me to meet her there because she was hoping my father would join us. I could have told her he wasn’t going to show up, but since they’ve been married for over thirty years, you would think no one would have to tell her.
“So, mother of mine, what’s on your mind?”
“What do you mean? I just wanted to have breakfast with my handsome son.”
I grinned. “I know you love me, Mom, and I know I’m handsome.” I winked and she rolled her eyes, but she smiled. “I also know that tone you get in your voice when you have something on your mind and it was there when you, let’s just say, requested my presence at breakfast.”
“Well as long as we’re on the subject, I’d like to go on the record here as saying I shouldn’t have to call and practically beg my son to come and see me, especially considering the fact that he’s only been in the country a total of four weeks out of the past year.”
“You’re right.” Mom was an expert at making me feel guilty. I guess it’s a mom thing. “I’m sorry for not making more time for you.”
“And, Chrissy…and your father.” I love my sister, but we are as alike as night and day…or at least I hope we are. Chrissy is like Paris Hilton on steroids. She thinks the world should bow down at her feet. Anything she’s ever wanted, she’s gotten. She’s twenty-five years old, and my father still doesn’t dare say no to her for fear of the fit to come. She no longer has full-blown tantrums, thank God, but she will find a way to make him pay. One good thing about her being the way she is was that it gave them less time and energy to turn me into the spoiled monster she'd become.
“Chrissy and Dad are hard to get an appointment with themselves,” I said.
She rolled her pretty blue eyes at me. “Your sister stays busy it’s true, but I know she’d love to spend an afternoon or evening catching up with her brother. And, you know how hard your father works. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love us.”
I didn’t want to argue with her. I really just wanted to know what she wanted so that I could try to say no and end up doing it anyways. I could never say no to her. “Okay, Mom, I’ll try and get in touch with both of them and spend some time with them while I’m in town.”
She smiled. My mother is beautiful with her long black hair and topaz blue eyes, but I recognized that smile as her evil one. She’s plotting something. The next words out of her mouth told me what it was, “I’m putting on a Gala next Friday night to introduce some new local artists…”
I groaned. “You know I hate those things, Mom.”
“Let me finish,” she said. I sat quietly and tried not to grimace as she filled me in on her plan. “This Gala is very important because Spencer Exports is offering a full scholarship to the Art Institute of California to one of the artists. That means a lot of press and that means I need my entire family there.”
“Can I go now?”
“Don’t be smart. What is there for you to say?”
“I hate those things, Mom.”
“I’ll expect you there, Drake. It will be at the La Jolla Beach and Tennis
Club in the ballroom at seven p.m. next Friday night.”
I knew arguing with her was futile, so instead, I asked, “Can I bring a date?”
Chapter Seven
SUMMER
“So, tell me what you already know about surfing.” Drake had showed up twenty minutes late. I didn’t think he was coming and that hurt a lot more than I wanted it to. When he did show up, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling like an idiot. I don’t know who I am anymore.
“I happen to know a lot. I was trained by a professional surfer.”
He might have smirked, but I wasn’t sure, so I let that one go. “Who?”
“Just take my word for it, nosy. He won a lot more competitions than you did.”
He did smirk. I was torn between being in complete lust with this guy and aching to kick him in the balls. “Well, I hate to tell you this, but since he didn’t show you how to stand up on your board, he did you a hell of a disservice.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. I know that he didn’t know he was talking about my grandfather, but it still pissed me off. “Do you know who Wayne French was?”
I could see in his eyes that he did. He got that look of hero worship that every surfer did when they heard his name. “Of course. He was one of the greatest. He… No way! You are not telling me that Wayne French taught you how to surf? Please, don’t tell me he taught you how to crouch on your board like you’re playing a game of limbo.”