Finding Summer (Nightwind Book 3)

by Suzanne Halliday

  If he hadn’t ended by kissing her, she might have asked for something more concrete.

  12

  It was a little past four in the morning when Arnie slid from the bed and left Summer sleeping soundly.

  Giselle’s untimely interference nearly derailed their evening. Luckily, a container of brownies with a room service assist in the form of ice-cold milk and a can of aerosol whipped cream helped reset the mood.

  As he made his way from the bedroom, he stumbled over the very same can—empty. He glanced at the bed, remembering Summer with her legs spread while he squirted the sweet cream blobs on her pussy and licked it off.

  She reciprocated by placing a thick line of whipped cream along the underside of his dick while his throbbing erection lay on his stomach, and he was half-assed tied to a chair. Summer was an original, and instead of using her tongue to enjoy the cream, she managed to take him to the brink of control with nothing but her fingers and some sexy moans.

  He let out a deep sigh at the sexy memory.

  In the living room, he searched for and found his phone. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t find anything from Dottie. The longer it took for her to get back to him, the more time he had with Summer.

  When the summons came and his leaving was unavoidable, he planned to ask her if she’d consider moving to New York. Once he brought his sunshine girl to the big city, he’d pop the question and do it up right. All the cheesy romantic stuff his overactive mind could think up.

  Convinced he’d hit on a solid plan, Arnie ignored the flashing lights and the rather obvious sign warning of the dangerous curves ahead. Worrying wasn’t where he did his best work. He was more of a hang loose kind of a guy. The unperturbed approach always worked in the past and left him open to adjust on the fly as necessary. Why borrow trouble until you have to?

  He checked his work email and then his personal account. Izzy sent him a rude meme showing monkeys licking each other’s balls. Felicity Toy, RN, NIGHTWIND’S official snark angel, was the person he counted on for testicular humor, and she never disappointed.

  A reminder from his accountant about the upcoming baseball season and Arnie’s inquiry into upgrading his stadium box needed his attention. He flagged it for later and then deleted a bunch of crap.

  His mind set at ease, he discarded the phone and stretched out the kinks. Nonstop sex for days on end wasn’t the same as the intense workouts he was used to. His longtime trainer, a former Marine, fully expected Arnie to return from this West Coast jaunt in shit form. Ten days of eating, drinking, and family intrigue usually left him in need of a healthy intervention. This trip wasn’t going to be any different.

  Wide-awake with nothing to do, he decided a long, hot shower was in order.

  In the bathroom, he stared into a mirror, assessing his naked body. Thirty-seven wasn’t old, but he wasn’t in denial about his age. Shit started going into the crapper as forty approached. He wouldn’t always be the hot guy in the room, and as it was, the young bucks with attitude were already a problem.

  When he slapped a hand on his abs, the sound of skin on skin echoed off the tile walls.

  “Time to make the jump back to protein smoothies.”

  He leaned into the mirror and checked out the situation on his face. The usual standard-issue man scruff was veering dangerously close to beard zone. He wanted to shave, but until he knew the physical requirements of the assignment headed his way, he was better off doing nothing. A beard sometimes came in handy.

  His hair was in the same holding pattern. It was getting a bit longer than he preferred, so a trim and cleanup were definitely in order, but once again, he knew better. A reluctant sigh rumbled up from deep in his chest.

  His face transformed with a smirk, however, when his eyes beheld an obvious set of teeth marks on the skin of his lower neck. While experimenting with the whole “wearing Summer on his dick” scenario, they discovered that her killer athleticism and his overwhelming physical superiority were a good match. She clung to his torso and buried her mouth on his neck as he walked around the bedroom with her luscious body impaled on his ferocious erection.

  In the shower, he vigorously scrubbed his head and stuck his face into the stream of water. The warmth relaxed his muscles, and he found himself sighing more than once.

  His thoughts drifted.

  He needed to contact his building super when he got back to New York. The lobby intercom connection was acting up on his end. An electrician was going to have to look at it.

  Rivers of warm liquid comfort streamed down his body. He found the perfect spot beneath the showerhead and braced a hand on the tile wall as an anchor. Habit and sheer reflex made him reach for his dick. Without being consciously aware, Arnie stroked himself and continued his shower musings.

  He was so deep in thought that he missed hearing the door open. It wasn’t until cold air drifted across his skin that he woke up and clued in.

  Summer was standing there, studying what he was doing. Caught off guard in a guy moment, he turned to hide his embarrassment and pretended to rinse off.

  Her voice cut through his awkwardness.

  “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

  She’d made similar statements before, but this time, the awe in her voice gave him goose bumps. Conceit aside, he knew he was blessed with good looks. Summer’s response, though, was different, special.

  She closed the shower door, and the space filled quickly with delicious steam. Her eyes scanned his face and then drifted lower. His cock responded accordingly and grew harder under her scrutiny.

  It wasn’t like him to hesitate, but he did. What did she need from him?

  His eyes narrowed, and he studied his young lover. Right away, he picked up on her shallow breathing, lip biting, and the delicate tremor that wracked her body.

  Her eyes remain fixed on his cock.

  There was only one thing for him to do. He began slowly stroking. Summer gave the sexiest lip-biting moan of all time.

  She looked into his eyes. He was blown away by the unabashed lust she let him see. Lust mixed with innocent curiosity.

  “Give me your hand.”

  She jumped with surprise. “What?”

  “Your hand, Goldilocks. Give it to me.”

  He beckoned her with his fingers. Adorably unsure, she complied, though her hand jerked awkwardly.

  He wrapped her fingers around him and covered them with his hand. “What do you feel?” He growled.

  “It’s so big and hard,” she stammered.

  He smirked. “What is?” he asked. “What’s big and hard, Summer?”

  Would she answer? Women were so weird about dirty talk, but so far, his little lady had been far from prudish when it came to words.

  “Your cock. Oh, Arnie,” she cooed. “I love how you feel in my hand.” Her eyes met his. “I didn’t know how much I’d like it.”

  She wasn’t the only one who was surprised. Having a female fondle his junk was nothing new, but holy fuck, Summer’s innocent delight made his cock quiver.

  He grunted and leered at her. “Your soft hand makes me hard. How’s that for opposites attracting?”

  A little squeeze was her reply. Then she smiled, and asked, “Show me?”

  “My pleasure.” He repositioned her grip, covered her hand with his, and took her step-by-step through a watery hand job.

  She was fascinated by the topography and performed a detailed inspection of the head and underside until his legs shook, and he had to stop her. Unfortunately, her fingers didn’t take no for an answer and switched to fondling his balls. His way-too-sensitive balls.

  “You like this,” she purred.

  He came damn close to losing his shit as she rolled them in her hand. All he had was a growl. “Summer,” he groaned. “Enough.”

  Her giggle made all kinds of crazy shit flash in his mind, but for whatever reason, he didn’t stop her.

  She squirted shower gel into her hand, gripped hi
s balls, and used her soapy hand to stroke his length until he was covered in bubbly foam.

  He didn’t try to hold back. Her hands felt too good.

  As his cock grew bigger, thicker, she cooed in a husky, sexy growl, “Any last-second pointers?”

  “Yeah,” he grunted. “Don’t stop when you see come. It’s not over for me until the last drop.”

  She brought him to a shuddering climax. He grunted as his cock fired off like a cannon in a series of pulsating volleys, leaving him gasping.

  “Fu-uck,” he groaned.

  When his senses returned and his eyes focused again, he saw her grinning triumph and laughed at how pleased she looked.

  “That was fun! Can we do it again?”

  He whirled her around and gave her fantastic ass several swats.

  “No. That’s enough for now.”

  “But Arnie. I really, really, really like touching you.”

  Backing her into a corner with his body, he leaned into her and pressed his happy dick into her belly.

  “I’m glad you really, really, really liked getting me off, but if you really, really, really wanna be fucked this fine morning, you have to behave.”

  “Oh.” She pouted and rolled her eyes.

  She pushed against his chest and looked down. “You’re very big.”

  “Tight fit?”

  Her eyes gleamed with excitement. “You tell me.”

  “Ah, Summer,” he groaned. “Your body is perfect. The way your pussy drips turns me on.”

  To make his point, he slid a hand between them, rubbed her clit, and pushed two fingers inside her. She ground on his fingers and gasped.

  “See?” He grunted while teasing her. “Dripping.”

  “I need you.”

  He withdrew his fingers and leaned down to bite a nipple. “Not yet.”

  She registered her disappointment, then tried to tease him into taking her, but he laughed all her attempts aside and rushed them through toweling off. When she started grumbling, he gave her a taste of her own medicine by dragging her unceremoniously into the bedroom and throwing her like a rag doll onto the bed.

  She watched him ready his cock with firm strokes as he loomed over her. “Are you okay with this?” he asked.

  Sweet, young, innocent, sexy Summer parted her thighs and opened her arms. He surveyed what was on offer with a lusty, leering smirk.

  “Last question. Lady’s choice. Nice and easy or take it to the limit?”

  “I think you know the answer,” she purred.

  He chuckled and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. She put her ankles on his shoulders and moaned when he wasted no time plunging balls deep in one mighty thrust.

  She clutched the bedcovers beneath her and lifted her pelvis, begging for more. He gave her what she wanted and jackhammered until she screamed her pleasure and coated his pounding cock with hot cream.

  One orgasm wasn’t enough. Determined to leave nothing on the table, he put his hands on the soft skin of her quivering thighs and opened her pussy to his fevered thrusts.

  “Fuck,” he grunted over and over. “You’re so hot and wet.”

  His brave lover fearlessly lifted her pelvis with each downward stroke. He swore his cock was knocking on her womb. She didn’t falter and neither did he. Their thrusts got wild. Having just come, her pussy gushed with wetness and added a tantalizing sound to the rigorous fuck.

  Fighting to control his impending orgasm, he thanked God when her body tightened around him and pulled him deeper. Arnie knew this was to be a climax like no other.

  “Are you going to come for me, sweet baby?” He pounded her until she whimpered. “That’s my favorite sound,” he growled. “You, helpless as my cock pins you to the mattress.”

  “Arnie,” she cried. “I’m coming for you.”

  Her pussy clamped down on his throbbing cock. She cried out and squeezed him till he saw stars. Grasping her hips, he stroked deeper until she had all of him.

  It was a perfect ending. Throbbing and pulsing in beautiful unison, they cried out their pleasure until nothing was left. When he withdrew and saw the creamy evidence of the glorious fucking leaking from her body, he sobered instantly.

  Shocked by how easy they found it to be careless about birth control, guilt lashed his emotions. She was a precious being. How could he plan a proposal while acting so rashly? Was he being fair to Summer?

  Curling into a ball on her side, Summer hugged her knees and concentrated on her breathing. She left her body at the end when Arnie’s determined lovemaking shattered her grasp on reality.

  Was it natural to sense his essence gathering near her womb, begging for permission to enter? Was she just love crazy?

  Condoms, her conscience sniggered. Remember those? You wouldn’t be feeling anything of the sort if you’d had the good sense to use protection.

  Hugging her knees tighter, she closed her eyes and told the inner voices to kindly shut the fuck up. Sure, they’d been knowingly careless, but she had the calendar on her side. Her last cycle had just ended, and if she remembered anything at all from her high school health classes, it was the midway of her cycle when things veered into the danger zone. She wasn’t anywhere near what she assumed was peak fertility, and besides, there was the other business of Arnie’s testicle function and whether he even had any swimmers to worry about.

  “Nothing to see here,” she quietly murmured. “Move along.”

  She might have dozed off for a minute. The next thing she knew, her golden Adonis lover gently parted her legs and applied a warm, wet cloth to her swollen lady bits.

  Watching him through half-closed eyes, Summer saw the rigid set of his jaw. She questioned why he looked so glum and then had her answer a second later when she jumped half a foot as the washcloth aggravated a sore spot.

  “Ow,” she moaned.

  “Shh,” he whispered soothingly. “Don’t tense.”

  When he finished, he bent to kiss her mound. “I’m sorry,” he moaned against her skin. “I should never have taken you so fiercely.”

  Conflict roiled inside her. She didn’t agree because fierce was what she wanted. A tingle in her core shocked Summer. He’d be surprised by her lewd desires and probably horrified to know she wouldn’t say no if he was ready to do it again.

  “Hold me,” she begged.

  He yanked on the covers and pushed her beneath them. She scooted onto a pillow and melted against him when he slid in behind her. He pulled them into a spooning position, cupping one of her breasts and nestling his solid cock in the crack of her ass.

  She closed her eyes, smiled contentedly, and fell into a deep sleep.

  “You look like a Mexican flag.” Arnie chuckled when Summer sashayed from the bedroom in her work uniform.

  She had on a ruffled white peasant top and a bright red skirt with a green woven belt. Her blond mane was pulled into a high ponytail, and she was wearing her cute sneakers covered in chilies.

  She added a pair of chunky gold hoop earrings and spread her arms wide. “Nothing like a sun-streaked blonde masquerading as a senorita, eh?”

  “Do you speak Spanish?”

  “Sure.” She chuckled. “Taco, burrito, carne asada.” Her shrug was hilarious. “I suck at languages despite living in California where Spanish is practically required.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he assured her teasingly. “You have other talents.”

  “Totally,” she answered in a comic Valley Girl twang. “Like, fer sure.”

  “I wish you didn’t have to work today.”

  Summer made a face. “I promised one of the girls I’d take her shift.” She lifted a shoulder. “Trip to DMV,” she drawled, “and you know how that can go.”

  Mine, his brain declared as his eyes drank her in. Her golden beauty almost made him forget they weren’t alone on the planet and couldn’t spend every waking hour in each other’s company.

  “What’s on your schedule?”

  “Family bullshit,” Arnie
managed to say before rolling his eyes. “Although I have a hall pass,” he told her with a chuckle. “Granddad has something to show me.”

  She brightened, and her golden halo sparkled. “You love him.”

  “There are a select few,” he told her with a smirk.

  To say he was overcome with reluctance as they left the bungalow was the understatement of the century. He wasn’t ready to let the world intrude in their lover’s bubble, but annoyingly, it wasn’t up to him.

  Holding her overnight bag in one hand and her fingers with the other, they strolled hand in hand through the beautiful hotel, ending up in the lobby on their way outside to the valet stand where his granddad’s Tesla waited.

  A signboard with a post of the local weather caught his eye, and he steered them toward it. “Is it always this chilly in January?”

  “Climate change.” She sighed. “I got by with a light jacket when I was growing up. Now?” She snorted. “I’ve got a winter coat and a scarf.”

  “Neither of which you’re wearing,” he pointed out.

  She grimaced but quickly checked out the weather bulletin.

  “Yeah, true, but this says it’s going to be fifty-eight later. Practically balmy.”

  “Fifty-eight later but around forty-five now. That’s coat weather.”

  She chuckle-snorted. “Do I sense chastisement in your voice?”

  Arnie laughed and nodded. In an innocently playful voice, he asked, “Would you ever consider a daddy arrangement? You’d make an excellent baby girl, and I think you and your dirty thoughts could persuade me to get into being the daddy.”

  “Okay,” Summer responded with a husky laugh. “In all seriousness, what you said sounds all kinds of hot.” She gave him an assessing look. “You’d be a strict and demanding daddy, and I’m not sure if I’m the obeying type, but if you can deal with a naughty baby girl, we could give it a go.”

  “Naughty girls are best handled with a firm hand,” he growled into her ear. “A spanking hand.”

  He wasn’t sure how long they stood there lost in each other’s eyes. Hers told quite a story. Summer was turned on by the thought of submitting. It wasn’t hard to imagine her over his knee with his fingers in her dripping pussy while he turned her ass a rosy pink.