by Anne Mercier
She blushes. Such a contradiction from when she was writhing in my lap begging me to fuck her from behind and spank her bare ass. That’s gonna happen again. When it does, I’m going to tug on that long mane of hair and fuck her without mercy, spanking her when she gets too comfortable. Keeping this woman on edge is something I’d love to do every day for the rest of my life.
What the fuck did I just think?
I test her readiness with a finger and she’s already wet from me rocking against her. I grab my cock and position it at her entrance. I meet her gaze.
“You sure?”
She nods.
“Words. I need the words, Summer.”
“Yes. I want you just like this, with nothing between us,” she tells me, sincerity in her words and in her eyes. Such expressive eyes. It’s how I know she’s been hiding something from me, but I’m pretty sure I figured out what it is. That can wait.
I push into her slowly until the head of my dick is inside her.
“Fuck, you feel amazing, Summer. No moving, remember?”
“No moving,” she nods. “But you need to.”
“I want to take my time and enjoy this,” I say as I pull back and push in again, going deeper, repeating the movements until I’m as far as I can go.
“Jace. God,” she moans.
“Yeah.” I lean in and kiss her gently, keeping my weight on my arms, and then I start to move. Slow and steady, speeding up just a bit the wetter she gets. When she’s panting and clawing at my shoulders, I change the angle so my dick hits her clit every time.
“Yes, oh yes, just like that. Don’t stop,” she begs. “Please don’t ever stop.”
“It’s too good to stop. I can’t stop,” I admit. Each thrust of my cock brings me a little closer as her pussy hugs me, squeezing me tight, her bare walls rippling along my shaft. I close my eyes and I memorize the texture, the feel, the smell.
“Jace,” she cries out, her head moving side to side.
“I’ve got you, Summer. Trust me to get you there and to catch you when you fall,” I tell her. The tingling is starting at the base of my spine, pulling my balls up tight. I’m so fucking close and so is she.
I fuck her a little harder, trying my damnedest not to jostle her as I do, pulling nearly all the way out then thrusting in hard and deep. She starts spasming around my cock and I make sure I rub her clit on the down stroke. A couple thrusts later, her pussy’s starting to suction my cock, tightening as if to keep me inside, and then she comes in a wet rush.
“Holy fuck,” I growl, the heat of her cum, the milking motion of her orgasm pulling my own from me. I keep going, drawing out both of our pleasure, my cock shooting off and coating the inside of her pussy in my cum. The thought has me coming harder, so hard my body is exhausted.
I want to roll us to our sides, staying inside of her, but I’m afraid to move her.
“I don’t ever want to leave this fucking amazing pussy. Queen of all pussies, I swear,” I mutter.
She giggles.
“Darlin’, I’m not kidding. I thought I was going to die I came so hard.”
“Oh, but what a way to go,” she tells me.
I nod against her neck. “That’s the truth. Can you turn to your side without hurting too much?”
“Mhmm.”
We roll as one, I reach behind her and pull the heating pad over her back, holding it in place as I hug her.
“I’m gonna sound like a chick,” I admit as I talk against her neck. “I want to stay inside you for a while. It’s been a long time, Summer. Too damn long.”
“You don’t sound like a chick.”
“Jesus, our cum is leaking out of you.” I can feel it dripping onto my leg. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“I can tell you think so. You’re getting hard again.”
“I have a confession to make.”
“Uh-oh,” she mutters.
“I’m always hard when you’re around. Perpetual hard-on status. Truth right there,” I say when she giggles again.
“Mmm,” she moans as my cock gets completely hard.
“Let’s try this. If it hurts, tell me,” I insist.
“I promise.”
I lift her top leg over mine and she doesn’t so much as wince. Perfect. She’s so damn perfect.
I start thrusting into her, slowly, barely pulling out, the head of my cock hitting her sweet spot with every stroke. She’s going to come fast like this, which is good because with her legs in that position, she’s even tighter around me.
Football. Think football stats.
I’m pretty far into the stats when she clenches hard around my cock without warning, coming with a scream.
“Fuck!” I groan, coming with her, imagining my cum splashing inside her again. Motherfucker that turns me on. Knowing I’m the only one she’s had inside her like this. That my cum is the only cum that’s been inside her sweet pussy.
“Jace,” she moans again, coming down slowly from her orgasm, her pussy still spasming, making my dick twitch.
I’m sweating, breathing as hard as she is, and when I look at her flushed cheeks, messy hair, and sated smile, I realize this is the woman for me. My one, as Lucy puts it.
It’s her.
That thought is scary as fuck, which is why I’m not going to think that again.
“We need to shower again,” I mutter, kissing Summer’s lips softly.
“Mmm, we do. Your cum is leaking down my thigh, and unless you want to sleep in the wet spot, we need to move now,” she teases.
I ease out of her, resisting the urge to look at her pussy to see my cum dripping out of her. I sound like a fucking Neanderthal. What the hell is going on with me?
“Let’s clean up and get some sleep.”
She pads to the shower, the sight of her ass starting to make me hard again. I lean down and pick up the towel I dropped earlier and follow her to the shower.
She may not want me as her one. That thought rankles. There’s a reason she’s hiding things from me. When she’s feeling better, I’m going to press her to find out exactly what that reason is.
I’m still pissed off about it the next morning. I fucked her senseless last night. After we got out of the shower, I fingered and licked her until she came over and over, and when she was pleading for mercy, I replaced my mouth and fingers with my cock. She is, no doubt, sore today. Good. She needs to remember who’s been inside her and who she’s with now.
I’m brooding over a cup of coffee when she steps into the kitchen looking as beautiful as ever. If you couldn’t see the bruises or wounds, you’d never know she was hurt just a few days ago. She’s fucking gorgeous.
She pours herself a cup of coffee, moving around much easier than yesterday. I’m going to take credit for that for no other reason than I’m pissed off that she’s keeping secrets.
A lie of omission is still a lie and I’ve been down that road. It’s not one I ever care to walk down again—and there’s the real reason why I’m pissed off. I knew it’d come to me eventually. I refuse to come full circle because of the lies the women in my life have chosen to tell. I absolutely will not bend on my stipulation of absolute honesty, and holy mother of fuck I’m going to get her to give it to me.
“Mmm,” she hums as she takes a sip of the coffee. “You make a mean cup of coffee.”
I grunt, not looking up at her.
I pretend to be reading this fucking newspaper, but I’m not. I’m still thinking about the stuff hanging on her wall in her TV room, the stuff on the shelf. I don’t understand why she didn’t tell me. She agreed to be honest when I told her that was a deal breaker for me.
“I called my boss. I’m not cleared to go back to work for two weeks.”
I lift my gaze to hers. “Okay,” I say carefully, noting the uneasy look on her face.
“That means someone else is going to be assigned to your case.”
I run a hand through my hair. “Fuck. That sucks.”
She shrugs.
“Did you just shrug?” I bite out.
She stills. “Well, yeah. It’s no big deal—”
“You’re fucking with me right now, right? Because it sure as hell is a big deal. We’re talking about my kid here, Summer. This isn’t a fucking game. And what you think is appropriate, they might not,” I tell her, shoving back from the stool.
“If you’d have waited until I’d finished, you’d have heard that I’ve already signed off on everything,” she tells me, glaring at me.
“You couldn’t have started with that?” I growl. I am so fucking annoyed with her secrets that anything that comes out of her mouth pisses me off.
“What the hell is wrong with you? What happened?” she asks.
“What is wrong with me,” I mutter and shake my head. “What’s wrong with me. How long have we known each other, Summer?”
“Know-know, or…”
“You knew me the weekend we fucked, too,” I argue.
“I suppose,” she evades.
“We talked a fuck of a lot that weekend, Summer. We’ve talked a hell of a lot more since you’ve been working on Kadi’s case. The past three days when we weren’t fucking or eating or sleeping, we were talking. So, you know when I say something, I mean it.”
“I know that.”
“Good. Now when are you going to just come clean about whatever it is you’re hiding?” I grit out.
She takes a sip of her coffee and it’s all I can do not to shake the answer out of her. Yeah, I’ve only been pressing for a relationship since yesterday, but there’s no real good reason why she’s been hiding this from me.
I just don’t get it.
21
Summer
Wow. He’s all kinds of worked up. The man needs to breathe and learn to be patient.
“We just started this, Jace.” He makes a disgusted face. “I mean, seriously started this. Before… there wasn’t a level of commitment, but now there is. I’ve been sleeping the majority of the time and when I wasn’t, you were fucking me or feeding me.”
“And talking. We talked a whole lot about me and my life, my past, my fucking dead wife, but nothing about you. Why is that?” he asks.
As if on cue, the doorbell rings.
“Because, you jackhole, I’d rather show you,” I tell him, up in his face. I step back, slap my hand on the counter, then walk to the front door. I hear the stool scrape back on the hardwood floor and heavy footsteps behind me.
I swing the door open and there he stands. Larger than life. Standing at six feet five, two hundred fifty pounds of solid muscle—I know it’s solid muscle because he works out every day and tries to get me to join him. Never gonna happen.
“Baby,” he says, enveloping me in his arms. I lean in and hug him, sniffing the fresh and clean smell that can always comfort me. “You’re so fuckin’ stubborn. You should’ve let me stay with you more than one day.”
I let out a sigh. “You were too fussy. I couldn’t sleep with your hovering.”
“It wasn’t me,” he defends, standing up. “It was Mick.”
“The hell it was!” Mick shouts from behind him. “It was Greg.”
Oh, this is going to be fun.
“Screw you, knobheads. It was Evan and he’ll admit it,” Greg counters before hugging me gently.
“God damn right it was me, fuckers. I’ll hover over our girl any damn time I want and she’s not gonna stop me, are you, baby girl?” Evan asks.
“I would never,” I say, playing along, then hugging him in greeting.
“Who the fuck is this?” my dad bellows, then steps into the house. He gets a good look at Jace and groans. “Fucking hell, Summer. Jace Warner? I thought we talked about this.”
“Daddy, you know I always do what I want,” I chide.
“Daddy?” Jace asks, surprised. “Your dad is Kurt Jackson from Final Warning? Holy mother of fuck.”
I turn to Jace smugly. “Yeah. I took my mother’s maiden name so I didn’t get stalked by the media when I was a kid—though that didn’t deter them. They’re vultures and they always find a way,” I admit.
“He’s not good enough for you,” Mick announces and Jace pales a little. Mick is as big as my dad, all these guys are, but Mick is tattooed, pierced, and bald. He is the baddest one of the group and he can intimidate the best of them.
“Stop it,” I snicker.
“Summer,” Jace says. “You could’ve warned a guy.”
“Are you kidding? With the dick mood you were in, there was no getting a word in edgewise that you wouldn’t twist into something sinister. I mean, really, Jace, what did you think I was doing with the Final Warning memorabilia?” I question.
“I don’t know. Christ. I thought maybe you’d banged one of them or something,” Jace says, and winces when Greg growls. He holds his hands up. “I didn’t know! She didn’t tell me shit."
“Really, Summer,” my dad scolds. “Why do you always insist on keeping us a secret?”
We head into the sitting room and it looks so incredibly small with these gigantic men filling it.
“Oh, so now it’s my fault?”
“Are you ashamed of us?” Evan asks.
“What? No! You guys know I don’t tell people because you like your privacy, and until I’m sure they’re going to be a permanent fixture in my life,” I give Jace a bland look, “I keep you to myself. This is how I’d planned on telling Jace.”
“Whatever,” Greg says. “Greg Sanders, lead guitar, Final Warning.” He holds out a hand to Jace, who shakes it.
“Jace Warner, bass guitar, Blush.”
Mick is next. “Mick Jackson, drums, Final Warning.”
“The uncle?” Jace asks.
I nod. “My uncle.”
“Yep,” Mick says. “Fuck her over and you get me and Kurt.”
“Good thing I don’t plan on fucking her over then.”
“Damn good thing,” Evan agrees. “Evan Harwood, bass guitar, Final Warning.”
“And my dad, Kurt Jackson, singer for Final Warning,” I say, introducing my dad to Jace.
“Pleasure to meet you, sir,” Jace says and I want to laugh.
“Boy’s got manners. I like that,” my dad says. “Saw you were on tour with Falling Down and Burners. We did a tour, years back, with both bands. Good time.”
“Where was I?” I ask, pouting. “I don’t remember that.”
“That was the summer you spent with your mom in Hawaii,” Dad says.
“Oh. I’m kinda disappointed,” I admit.
Dad chuckles. “Get over it, little girl. You went everywhere with me and met a shit-ton of fucking bands—some I wish you hadn’t met.” He gives me a look and I stick my tongue out.
“I didn’t sleep with them! Granted, it looked bad, but we didn’t do anything,” I defend—again. “Besides, Mick was in there too. Do you think I’d bang some guy while my uncle was in the room? That’s disgusting.”
“Excuses, excuses,” Greg teases. “I know one time—”
“Shut up about that,” I tell him.
“Oh-ho, no way. Now I’m for sure telling. Does your old man know?” Greg asks.
“No, but he will now. Thanks a lot,” I scold, folding my arms across my chest.
Jace grins and I flip him off. Let’s see how much he’s grinning in a few minutes.
“What don’t I know?” Dad asks.
I sigh.
“Her first make-out session was with Jack Lair from Devil’s Lair. Axel Taylor from Dirty Texas was the first guy to get into her pants.”
“Jesus, Greg,” I scold.
At this point my dad’s cursing under his breath and Jace is scowling, his hands gripping the arms of the chair so tight, I think he’s going to pull the fabric right off.
“And the guy who took her virginity was Noel Falcon from Black Falcon,” Greg announces with a grin.
“Noel Falcon was the first guy you fu—had sex with?” Jace asks in disbelief and… anger?, eyeing my dad carefully
.
I roll my eyes. “So what? He was sweet. He was heartbroken over his high school girlfriend, even though it was a couple years later when I met him. And it was nice.”
“Nice?” Jace bellows.
I look around to see the guys grinning. Bastards!
I nod. “He was gentle. We talked a lot the weekend of that festival. I’d met him a couple times before that. We hit it off and I, honestly, wanted to lose the V card. I asked Noel, he said no, I asked him again, he said no. I told him if it wasn’t someone nice like him I was going to go screw one of the guys from Burners because I knew they’d do it, so Noel stepped up.”
Jace is pacing now, shaking his head. “If you’d fucked one of the guys from Burners I’d have to beat the fuck out of them. As it is I’m considering it because you considered them.”
“Irrational much? I didn't even know them. I'd only seen them. Remember how they didn't even know who I was at the studio that day?” I roll my eyes.
“Which one would you have chosen?” my dad asks, humor evident in his tone. He’s enjoying watching Jace go all caveman on me. What the hell is wrong with this picture?
“I’m not sure. Justin was way more than I could handle and, honestly, so were Kael and Gage. I heard they’re into threesomes. It would have been a toss up between Lucian and Mack. I don’t think Lucian would’ve taken me up on it, now that I think about it,” I admit. “He seemed to like the lack of responsibility he had at that time.”
“Lucian. Lucian fucking Cordero. Wait until Ben hears about this,” Jace says, still pacing, his hands running through his hair. “Did you know that Lucian wanted Nicole even though she was in love with Ben? But Ben finally stepped up and that was that. And Mack? Really? He’s old, Summer.”
My dad laughs. I throw a glare his way then huff.
“Well, it wasn’t any of them now was it? No, it wasn’t, so get over it!” I shout.
“Get over it? I hear you fucked a guy I might have to work with and you want me to get over it?” Jace asks, astonished.
“Why should this surprise you? I didn’t make a big deal about you losing your V card to your high school sweetheart. I don’t even have an issue with the fact you married her, and less of an issue with the child you had with her. If anyone has a right to be uneasy, it’s me, don’t you think?” I tell him, poking him in the chest for good measure.
