Indian Summer

by lanie love

  Indian Summer

  By Lanie Love

  Copyright © 2018 by Lanie Love

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion

  thereof may not be reproduced or used in any

  manner whatsoever without the express

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  the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Printed in the United States of America

  First Printing, 2018

  © lanielove.com: lose yourself in love

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Dedications

  To Rose, Matthew, and Kevin.

  You are always my inspiration.

  Special Acknowledgments

  To my beta, proofreading, and editing team:

  Michele Winn Yarbough and Leslie Taylor Middleton.

  Along with Kathy Owen, Cyndee DeLong, and Tertia Botes.

  To the woman of the Sisterhood

  To KC Caron and The Aphrodites Reading Alphas

  Thank you for all of your help and support, ladies.

  Indian Summer Music Playlists

  Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande https://youtu.be/9WbCfHutDSE

  Feelin Alright by Traffic https://youtu.be/AIYLZOp_Bzc

  California Dreaming by The Mommas and the Poppas https://youtu.be/dN3GbF9Bx6E

  Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You by Frankie Valli https://youtu.be/NGFToiLtXro

  These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding. https://youtu.be/jqVrNK4uiB4

  I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You by Elvis Presley https://youtu.be/vGJTaP6anOU

  Thank you to the playlist contributors:

  K.C. Caron, Jackie Almeda, Tonya Strickland Shuff, Lizzie Zamora, Carmen Rodríguez Cantador, and Cyndee Fleck DeLong.

  Chapter One

  Beau

  “Is he here?”

  I look over at Mary Beth when she doesn’t answer me. We’re dining tonight at the new place that just opened up on Wilshire. I brought her here to celebrate our one-year anniversary as husband and wife, so to speak. We aren’t “legally” married, but we are that committed to each other. We’ve been together since she was brought on board at Bright Smile a little over a year ago. Hands down, she was the best damn Dental Resident in the place, and I’m not just blowing smoke because she’s my girl.

  What can I say? I’m biased, and proud of it. My Bethy is my everything and I don’t know what I would do without her. She’s only twenty-four to my thirty-one, but I can’t blame her for being young. She’s still a woman and a kinky one at that.

  I dismissed her as a kid when I first met her. She was all fresh-faced, straight out of college, and eager to prove herself.

  She was a beauty, still is. Those clear blue eyes, long hair, and baby soft skin set off all my bells and whistles, but I was her boss, and still am. Hey, I kept it professional for as long as I could. It wasn’t hard at first. She doesn’t go around flaunting that perfect body of hers like most of the women that work with us do. Her attire is always modest and professional, easy to ignore. Until that one evening, I saw what she was hiding underneath her work clothes.

  She was standing by the elevator after work, on her way to meet her girlfriend, Kimberly, for dinner. I could tell she was dressed up. Everything but the hemline of her red dress was hidden under her knee-length tan coat.

  We rode the elevator down together like we often did when we happened to meet up there, but on this particular evening, the air conditioner was on the fritz. She had her long coat on because the whole office felt like we’d just relocated to Antarctica. As soon as we stepped into the elevator it was stifling hot. She groaned, fanning herself in an effort not to sweat. Then, she went and did it. She untied that damn coat and stripped it off her. And that, boys and girls, was the moment she fucked my world up.

  That sexy siren-red dress she wore hugged her curves so tight, I didn’t know how she managed to breathe. All I knew was she had sucked the air right out of me and right out of that over-heated elevator.

  My close proximity to her had my body reacting. She smelled of honey, sweet heat, and strawberries. Damn, I wanted a taste of her. She must have sensed something because she turned to look at me. There was a definite crackle of electricity running between us. She whispered my name and the next thing we knew; her coat was on the elevator floor and my tongue was down her throat. She’s been by my side ever since.

  We dated for nearly a damn month before I found out what a slut she was, though. I still have to smack myself upside the head for it. There I was, playing Mr. Take It Slow in “making love” to her because I knew she was the one and there she was, dripping wet, desperate for a good strong fucking from me.

  I was over at her place one night watching a movie and I fell asleep. Only to wake up to her playing with herself right next to me, calling out my name. I took her on the couch and fucked her long and hard until we both were satisfied.

  After that, she couldn’t get enough of me fucking her, and you could forget all that “making love” shit. She had to have it five or six times a day, every day. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m as virile as the next guy, but Beth was killing me. Hell, she still is. I love her more than life, but shit, there’s only so much one man and his lone dick can take.

  She is a sex addict. A nymphomaniac is what she calls it and damn if she is not proud of it. She needs the sex, needs it to thrive and she needs a lot of it. She says she’s been that way since her mother died. Hey, who am I to try and figure all that shit out, right? The thing is, as much as she loves and needs sex, she loves and needs me more. She knows her addiction is zapping me of all my energy.

  For months, I could barely get out of bed, let alone work. I was found, more often times than not, asleep at my desk when I was supposed to be going over paperwork. I was close to being fired.

  We’ve tapered things down drastically since then. We only do it once or twice a day now and the rest of the time she plays with herself. She doesn’t complain, but I know she isn’t completely satisfied with that. I let it go at first. Buried my head in the sand and pretended that everything was great between us. It had been that way up until about three weeks ago.

  We got this phone call from the corporate office saying that Bright Smile was being sold to some new HMO group. The following week, Mr. HMO guy himself, Island Lowe, came in to look over the place. I personally thought he was a grade-A asshole to the staff. He was a cocky bastard, always has been. Even when we were kids, he was a stuck-up son of a bitch.

  Bethy didn’t know it at that time, but Island and I’d known each other for years. Our parents are all in show business. They met while under contract with MGM. Island and I hung out all the time at the studio, so we basically grew up together.

  We both went to Beverly Hills High and UCLA, so we ran in the same circles. I guess you can say we had ourselves a bromance going, but I could barely get the guy to stop screwing around long enough to hang out with me and his older brother, Clint, let alone anyone that he wasn’t fucking. He was the son of a famous director and he lived up to the title. He wanted nothing to do with the business, but he sure as hell loved the spoils that came with it. I guess you can say I did too.

  He still hadn’t even met Bethy yet. But that changed the day he dropped in. He had plans for moving me up to the Head D
entist of his group. Of course, I recommended Bethy to take my place at Bright Smile. Not because she was my girlfriend, but because she was the only one I felt could do the job. I trained her, after all.

  Finally, he was going to get the chance to meet her when I summoned her to my office. My girl, notorious for downplaying her sexuality, came sashaying through my door like the sex kitten only I knew she was. It was obvious she wasn’t expecting anyone else to be there. I’m sure when I called her, she’d gotten it in her head that I was about to give her a good hard quickie. Forget the fact that I’d just given her a good fucking two hours prior.

  Island being spotted, she stopped mid-stroll and stood there all pink and flustered with that plump bottom lip tucked in between her teeth. Her hair was still wild from me messing it up while she was on her knees blowing me off in my private John. Her eyes got wide with embarrassment when they took Island in like he had some idea of what was on her dirty mind.

  They locked eyes with one another and just like that, I was on the outside looking in. I watched as something passed between them. It was the same for us in the elevator, but a hundred times stronger. The room was so sex-charged, if I would have touched one of them, I would have died of electric shock.

  Now, to his credit, Island had no idea she was my girl and it took her well over a minute to remember that fact herself. Her eyes darted to mine and she smiled at me. Snatching her hand out of his previously offered one, she walked over to me and took mine.

  I nearly died laughing at the look on his face when he realized this was the girl I’d been wanting him to meet. This was my girl. The one girl he wouldn’t be getting, or, so I thought.

  Like I said, everything changed. That night, I came in from work late. Bethy was sprawled on our bed, legs wide open, going at her clit full blast with a vibrating wand. I walked in just in time to watch her come. Her pussy was so wet, droplets of her juices hit the insides of her thighs. Her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth had fallen open. So overtaken by her orgasm, she didn’t see me enjoying the show. She came so hard her whole body shook. I was in the process of stripping off my clothes to join her when I heard her scream Island’s name.

  “You want him?”

  “Beau.” She was startled, dropping the wand on our hardwood floor. That must have been one hell of an orgasm and I had no part in it. She wasn’t even thinking about me. Her whole body was flush pink and covered in a thin layer of sweat. She couldn’t even catch her breath. The whole room smelled of her arousal. “I… I didn’t know you were home.” She looked around in wonder at how I just materialized out of thin air.

  “Answer my fucking question, Mary Beth.”

  My yelling made her blanch. That was the first time I had ever spoken to her with a raised tone and she wasn’t sure how to respond to my anger. It wasn’t so much that she wanted him as it was her not letting me know about the fact. I felt like a fool for brushing it off earlier.

  “No, I don’t want him.” She twisted her hands, pulling at each finger, nodding her head to the contrary in spite of herself. “I love you.”

  “But it wasn’t me you called out for just now. You were fantasizing about him?”

  “But that’s all it was. Just a stupid fantasy fuck. It doesn’t mean anything. It was just something I was thinking about to get off on.”

  “A stupid fantasy fuck?” I looked at the wand still going crazy on the floor. She watched while I picked it up and turned it off, before taking it from me and tossing it on the other side of our bed.

  “Beau Boo, I’m sorry.” She got off the bed and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Please, don’t be hurt by it and please don’t be angry with me.”

  “I’m angry because you weren’t honest with me not because you were thinking about fucking another guy.”

  “I… uhh.”

  She didn’t quite know what to make of me at that point, so she kept her mouth shut. Little did she know, ideas were circling around in my head and had been for some time. I’d been trying to think of a way to broach the subject without hurting her feelings, but now that I’d just caught her with her little hand in her cookie jar, I figured it’d be the perfect time to discuss it with her.

  “I happen to have a few fantasies of my own.”

  “What kind of fantasies?”

  “I like watching you fuck yourself and I have to admit that sometimes I wonder what it would be like to watch you fuck someone else, to watch them enjoy having you as much as I do.”

  “My God.” She says, laughing. “You are such a voyeur. I thought you only liked watching porn.” Well, I couldn’t deny any of that. I had a very impressive porn collection that I used to jack off to before she came along. “So, you want to watch me fuck Island?”

  “He isn’t my first choice, but I guess he’ll do.”

  “Who’s your first choice?”

  “Kimberly.”

  “Kimberly!” I grimaced from the pain in my ears at her squeal. Kimberly had been her best friend since college, but hell, if we’re fucking friends, why not Kimberly. She was nowhere near as hot and sexy as Bethy. Kimberly was a bottled blonde, a plastic surgery, type of hot. My girl came by her hotness naturally. Still, the thought of those two together had been swirling in my mind for a while. They were always so damn touchy-feely with each other. Most best girlfriends were, but watching those two got me hard every damn time. I ended up pounding Bethy harder with images of the two of them in my head: Kimberly with that mane of blonde hair and Beth with her mane of brown. Damn, it was horny guy heaven. “You want to watch me fuck Kim?” I could see the thought had never crossed her mind. I gave a little wink and a nod, brushing her damp hair off her shoulder, exposing the sensitive skin of her neck. I ran one long finger down the length of it.

  “You two are hot. You’d be on fire together.” I kissed her neck, letting my tongue taste the salt of her skin.

  “Yeah.” She tilted her head with a moan of agreement after warming up to it.

  “You like that idea?” My words were a whisper in her ear. I slid my hand between us and circled her wet clit with my thumb.

  “Mmhmm.” She was completely turned on. The evidence seeped onto the palm of my hand.

  “If I give you your fantasy fuck with Island, will you give me mine with Kimberly?”

  “Yes.” She pulled me down on the bed. Her need to come had taken over her. “Oh GOD, yes.”

  *****

  “Is he here?”

  I have to ask the question again. I don’t know if I’m too eager and not giving her time to answer, or she’s purposely ignoring me. I picked this restaurant because I have it on good authority that Island will be having a business meeting over dinner here tonight. She and I are tucked away at a corner table. My back is turned so that I can’t see anyone but her.

  I’ve been trying to make this fantasy fuck happen for her over the last few days, but Island is hesitating. He doesn’t mind fucking her. He admits that much. But he doesn’t like the idea of sticking his dick into a girl that doesn’t belong to him. So, I brought her here tonight to celebrate and to warm Island up to the idea. I’m killing two birds with the same horny stone. I want my girl to put on a little show for him. She needs to give him a taste of what he’s missing, literally.

  “He’s sitting over at the bar.” Finally, she speaks.

  “Is he watching you?” Judging by the way she is squirming right now, I already know he is.

  “Yes.” She answers my question more readily now. I move my chair so that I can see him and he now has a full view of her.

  “Your panties. Take them off slowly. Let him see what you’re doing.” She grins slyly at me as her hands slip under the table. Her ass lifts a little as she slips her panties down. Island has all eyes on her. I can tell that he is loving her little tease as much as he is trying to hide it from the people he’s drinking with. My hand opens for her panties and she hands them over. I make a show of bringing the tiny stitch of damp black lace to my nose, sniffing i
t, instantly getting hard. She is turned on and her scent is intoxicating. “Play with yourself.” She hesitates, looking around the restaurant. As kinky as she is, voyeurism is not her thing, but it is mine and I need to get something out of this deal. “Do it.”

  I watch as she slides her already short dress up her thighs a little more. Her hands disappear under the black fabric to stimulate herself.

  “Oh, GOD.” Her gasp at the feel of her impending orgasm goes straight to my dick. Once she gets revved up, it doesn’t take her long to come. Her lips are parted and her face is one of pure sexual gratification. She is sexy defined and Island is eating it up. No longer even pretending to care about what his colleague is talking about. He is completely focused on Beth, just waiting with baited breath for her to come.

  “Look at him.” My voice makes her open her eyes that were drifting closed. She trains those baby blues of hers on Island. Her desire for him is evident in the way she’s looking and I know he can see it from where he is. Hell, he can probably smell it.

  “Mmmm, yes.” Unable to control herself any longer, her mouth falls open and her head tilts back as she comes right at the damn dining table with him looking on.

  Her seductive moans get the attention of a group of men dining across from us. I lift my champagne flute in a toast to them when they look appreciatively at me and Bethy. Yeah, I am one lucky son of a bitch. I’ve always known that she could have her pick of men, but none would love her as much as I do and part of giving her this fantasy fuck is my way of proving it. Island’s ass is propelled out of his barstool and he’s on his way over to us.

  “Let’s go.” I stand up, taking her by the arm to help her out of her chair. Her legs are usually weak after a good orgasm.

  “Are you sure we should leave?” Reluctantly, she allows me to lead her to the elevators.