Page 87 of My Summer Girl

Raev chuckles loudly, coming closer. “I’m betting you did, sunshine,” he teases, leaning down to kiss my nose. His mouth lowers and lands on mine, and the resistance is futile. He's like a refreshing sip of water, rejuvenating and essential for survival.

We kiss and kiss, and our tongues tangle with purpose. As soon as we part, I note Vex standing at the poster bed, amusement flickering in their gaze as their chest still glistens with my blood.

“Raevar, why don’t you take our mate to the bath, and then we can explore some things once you’re done.”

Our mate. My heart rate skyrockets at their simple declaration, melting my heart some more. Frantically, I nod, wanting nothing more than warm water and soap. “Yes, please.”

With a twinkle of excitement in his eyes, Raev lifts me up and heads toward the bathroom.

“Do not make her come,” Vex demands of Raevar, causing me to let out a loud whine. “Nor do you come.”

Raev chuckles, his entire chest vibrating. “Hear that, little sweet? We don’t get to come.”

“He’s tormenting both of us,” I complain, releasing a dramatic sigh.

“I’m making it worth your while!” they shout as we enter the bathroom. Raevar sets me down, running the bath, and it’s massive.

“Will you join me?”

He nods. “I’d like that very much, especially if I can touch you.” The water fills the basin and I wait naked, watching as Raev undresses. “I’m sorry.”

Our gazes collide at his words. “What?”

In a sheepish tone, he admits, “For earlier.” His shoulders slump in embarrassment. “I shut you out. My fear that Vera would take you from me stopped me from being happy.”

“She wouldn’t do that,” I say with absolute conviction. Not even knowing her, every morsel of my being tells me she’s part of this—whatever this is. She’s a part of me and him and Vex. We’re all meant to be in some way and I’ll fight for that.

“I’m not sure how you are so confident, but you’re right. She wants this for me.”

Thoughts of her bring a smile to my face as I eagerly anticipate getting to know her and uncovering every detail about my queen. What are her favorite foods? Does she like to dance and sing? Does she like cuddles and head rubs? Will she kiss me until my toes curl and my body shudders? Does she taste as delightful as she smells? Can I touch her and discover what makes her happy?

My heart thrums with the possibilities. Not even two weeks ago, I thought my life was bland and boring. Now, I’ve experienced several “fuck it” list items and have found three loves—or rather—they found me.

Life couldn’t be better.

Chapter Thirty-Five

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