Page 13 of One Reckless Summer

I bite back the roar that gathers in my throat as her eyes tell me she would give me her all right now, if only I’d take it.

My orgasm breaks free, as I choke and bellow in broken, inhuman sounds. Hot spurts of cum race from my balls, bursting down her throat as I drive myself deeper than she should be able to take. My orgasm locks its jaws around my protests, taking on a life of its own, betraying me with its power and intensity.

I’m not just coming, I’m delivering part of me into her. Part of me I swore I wouldn’t share.

I come and come until I’m shaking, sweat dripping down the crease of my back, my breathing ragged and unsteady.

I draw my spent dick from her gaping mouth, her hands frozen in place. Fingers dig into the soft flesh of her tit, her others gripping between the apex of her thighs. She’s so fucking beautiful, it makes me choke.

I hate myself for giving in and putting her here, in front of a man that can’t give himself to her the way her eyes tell me she would do for me.

I battle away the urge to walk, to leave her there on her knees with my cum in her belly. Instead, I tuck my erection back into my pants, smart enough to realize I don’t have the right words for this moment.

“Brother,” she sighs, and that word hits me like a locomotive. “Or, do you prefer Daddy? You seem like you’d be a great daddy.”

Did she just say what I think she said?

Holy shit. Did that word just carve out a place in my heart for her forever?

“Daisy.” I reach down, taking her hands in mine, lifting her from her knees, tits swaying with each step as I walk her toward the bed. “Time for sleep,” I grunt, the words sticking in my throat as the confusion and disappointment in her eyes becomes my shackle of guilt.

I fling the bedding back, hoping I can last one more minute, one more test, as she slips between the flowered sheets. “Lay with me…Daddy.” Her whisper is a soft order I can’t refuse. “I don’t want to be alone.”

How this girl is ever alone, I can’t puzzle through. “My clothes stay on, but I’ll stay,” I say as the alarm bells and sirens scream in my head.

I cover her, tucking the bedding around her making sure there’s another layer between us, then lower my massive body onto the bed, listening to the frame and the springs struggle under my weight.

I’m thankful that we both seem to realize talking isn’t what either of us needs right now. Jesus, how I want to give her what she gave me, but I’m already so far over the line, I may never find my way back. If I taste that sweet pussy, it will break me.

Her light breathing turns heavy, as I stare at the stained glass light fixture over the bed replaying every second since the moment I walked into Earl’s and set my eyes on her.

I lie like that until I lose feeling in my hand and I really need to piss. As much as I am enjoying being in bed with her, nature calls.

I ease my arm out, allowing myself this one last night of indulgence before I go back to camp, back to my new life, leaving the memory of this night and the girl in the bar I only know as Daisy forever.

I take slow, easy steps toward the bathroom door. As I walk by her suitcase, I see it.

There, folded in the clothes of her open suitcase, is a lime green t-shirt. Nobody would choose that shade of green. I know nothing about fashion, but I know that. I told Ted when I took the job as Camp WanderLust director that I’m not wearing one, and he reluctantly agreed, knowing when I say I’m not doing something, I’m not fucking doing it.

I reach down, tugging it out from the other clothes and turn it over, and sure enough, there on the front is the camp insignia. With a name printed above.

Summer Greer. Counselor, Summer 2024.

Fuck.

Chapter Five

Summer

Ibury my head in the pillow, hazy details of last night trying to break through the pounding hangover fog.

I remember big boots.

Big brother?

Green eyes. Beautiful green eyes.

And a face that’s taken some hard hits but is somehow in its own way…beautiful.

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