Page 35 of My Summer Girl

Hopefully she doesn’t hate me for what I’m about to do.

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THE NIGHT COMES SWIFTLY, and as soon as I see her, my body hums. I’m not sure what draws me to her. It’s a system shock for me, but there’s no denying it.

She arrives in a dress. It’s black, tight, like there isn’t a breadth of space between the cloth and her skin. The craving to peel it off of her, undress her like she’s a present made specifically for me, runs rampant in my mind.

This is going to be a problem, this desire and addiction I have to someone I’ve not actually met. She doesn’t know I exist, and yet, I will do anything to see her smile again like yesterday.

I go upstairs, luckily avoiding Vex once again, and place another sunflower on the bed, knowing she won’t know it’s from me.

But one day I’ll tell her.

I’ll explain my inability to stay away and the crippling necessity to see her dimples as she smiles. As soon as I move from the bed, the door cracks open.

“Vex?”

I jolt to the side of the bed, hiding from her immediate view. As she comes in, closing the door behind her, I slip inside the closet. Not knowing how she misses the big hulking Orukna that is me, I watch.

Her eyes widen and she lets out a little happy gasp. Bringing the flower to her nose, she smiles. It’s soft, so genuine, and full of glee.

“Oh, Vex,” she swoons, twirling. Jealousy tangles inside me, festering enough to let out the littlest growl. Her head whips to the closest, but before she can investigate, the door opens.

“Little dove,” Vex warmly calls out. Their eyes land on hers, adoringly. I want to know what that feels like. To be revered and desired for in such a deep way.

“It’s only been a few hours and I missed you.”

They lean in, nipping her throat, and somehow, part of me feels a ghost of that sensation on my own throat.

It’s not unwelcome or undesired. If anything, chills skate down my skin, going straight to my groin.

What does this mean?

They kiss at her neck, her little whimpers making me solid in my pants. Their hands grip her throat, devouring her like a decadent dessert, not missing a single spoonful.

“If we don’t leave, I’m going to lay you out and fuck you until you beg me to stop,” Vex promises, nipping at her lip.

Desire hotter than a fire poker tingles across my spine, and for some reason, I want to be pressed between them. Touched and bitten like I’m a part of their little sandwich of lust.

“I won’t stop you,” she whimpers against their chest. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your cock and the way it stretched me.”

Heat flares across my skin and up my throat, and it’s such a new sensation that I’m running my meaty fingers through my hair. Sweat lines my forehead, and it feels like an inferno in this closet now. I’m attracted to both of them and very confused.

Maybe Vera wants Vex. Then I can have Dulce. Or maybe I can have them all somehow.

My mind goes back to what Nyxie said about the show tonight, and my chest furls with a tightfisted wave of protection.

“Sweet dove, you’re going to be the end of me. I’ll definitely have to make you wait. You’re already being a bad girl. Playing right into your role for tonight.”

“Think they’ll enjoy it?” she asks, hopefulness in her tone. “I worked really hard on the scene.”

They won’t be seeing her. I won’t let it happen... right?

Vex chuckles, deep and throaty. “They’re going to be coming in their trousers. They’d be blind not to want to be the one fucking you.”

“No sex.”

Their eyes narrow. Curiosity there. “Why’s that?”

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