Page 18 of Blue Summer

I have the feed from the outside security cameras pulled up when John sticks his head in. “All clear, Roan. But someone was definitely out there. There are footprints all around the gate. Seems like the guy tried to climb over it but got spooked before he got too far.”

I would tell him to shut his mouth around Summer since I don’t want to scare her any more than she already is but she’s been stuck by my side since coming out of the bedroom and I am loath to send her anywhere else.

“Yeah, look here.”

I show him the footage of a shadowy figure scaling the gate but stopping short before going over. The image isn’t great and as hard as I try to make out details, it’s just too grainy and out of focus.

“Damn! You think our guys can clean it up any?”

“I’ll certainly get them to try. You guys going to be alright tonight?”

I reach over to pull Summer closer to me, needing her sweet touch to calm and center me. When I came back to the room she came flying into my arms and burrowed into my chest. Even though I did nothing the trust she put in me still makes me feel like a goddamned hero. We threw on some clothes with Summer putting the outfit she was in before, back on since Pearl and Spade are still working on getting her clothes over to us.

“Yeah, I think we’ll be good. I reset the alarms so we should be alright.”

“I’ll get out of your all’s way and let you grab some sleep. If you hear anything or find something else out let me know.”

John goes, leaving me and Summer alone with one another. “I think you should stay in my room with me tonight.”

Her head snaps up and her eyes meet mine. “I… you don’t think right next door is close enough?”

“I think the only way I’m going to get any sleep is if I know you are in my arms and not going anywhere.”

“Okay… but I’m not having sex with you.” I turn around but don’t miss the rest of what she says. “At least not tonight.”

Chapter Seventeen

Summer

Even though I said I wasn’t going to have sex with him, I didn’t say anything about him eating me. And that’s exactly what he did for most of the night.

He wasn’t lying when he told me he couldn’t sleep without me being right up against him. Every time I got just a little bit away from him, he would wake up and start eating me like I was his midnight meal. The third time it happened, I woke up to him between my thighs and an orgasm coursing through me before I could become fully aware.

And now… the sun is spilling into the room making me think it might be kind of late and I am wound around a very hard, very sleepy Roan. The shirt I borrowed from him has risen to around my waist and his hand is firmly on the curve of my bare ass. I try to wiggle a little so I can maybe slide my way off him to put a little space between us but instead of space when I move I become aware of his cock nestled against my mound…and there is nothing between me and it.

I roll my lips around my teeth so I can fight back the moan that wants to fall out, so I don’t wake him. Yeah, I have to remove myself from this situation, but… that doesn’t mean I can’t take a minute - or two - to feel what it is like to have someone in between my legs…and so well-endowed.

It might be just that I have nothing to compare it to, but he feels huge. And hard, so fucking hard. I don’t realize I am moving back and forth on him until his voice vibrates under me.

“Angel, you keep moving like that and I won’t be responsible for what happens to your little pussy.”

I go completely still and wait, even though I know I am good and caught. He knows I was rubbing myself against him, that I was using his big erection to find my own pleasure. My cheeks burn with a blush, and I bury my face in the middle of his chest in an attempt to hide. He moves under me making me aware that he is finding this funny. I swat at him without taking my face away.

He sobers back up and asks, “You want me to help you get there, baby?”

Do I? “I…”

His hands fall to my hips and he moves me. “You want me to teach you how to get your little pussy off?”

“Oh God.” I whimper at his words and try to rock against him again.

“Tell me, angel. Tell me you want me to teach you.”

“You know I do.” He tilts my head up so our eyes can meet.

“It’ll cost you.”

I stiffen in his arms. I want to know but am I willing to pay the price?

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