Page 37 of SummerTime Madness
The heat keeps gathering at my center, my balls beg for release, her hands move towards the night sky, and then I follow her to hell. We both cum,filling both of her holes with ropes of sperm. She collapses between us, but before I can do anything, some kind of commotion breaks out just as we begin to reach the bottom.
I’m still in a daze from the drugs–from the sex–but I see a woman wearing no clothes charge at a man while armed security guards trail behind her. My lips thin, and my eyes narrow as I try to understand the situation, but then small hands tuck my dick back in my pants.
“You wouldn’t want the entire island to know what we did,” Cordelia purrs as she pats the wet spot on the fabric of my pants.
“Earth to Tate,” Chase drawls, slapping the back of my head. The cart door opens and we step out, my gaze remaining on the liquid spilled on the floor.
Is that blood?
It can’t be. That’s a lot of fucking blood.
I don’t dwell on it too long–the drug has my brain foggy, the music has my body thrumming, and Cordelia has my body longing. Nothing else matters.
“Welcome to Madness–” the DJ shouts over the speakers just before the bass drops and fireworks illuminate the sky.
Chapter Twelve
Salt In The Wound
Chase
The music follows us to the beach like a fever.
Cordelia spins around, her white dress clinging to her thighs as she stretches her arms pretending to spin.
She looks so carefree, so happy, and such a rare thing. I look over at Tate, who is shirtless, the ink on his chest in full display, the angel wings on his lower abs a tease for me, bandana gone, and onyx tendrils fall in his face as he watches Cordelia–studying her like some volatile compound.
And me? I’m somewhere between high off DUST and her laughter.
God… I missed her. Us. This.
Which makes this deception all but worth it. We are broken for so long, just fragments of something brilliant. But the undeniable truth is that we belong together, and one way or another, I’ll make it our reality.
From the sand, I watch as Cordelia moves into the water, her body tensing as the water reaches her. Tate moves in like a moth to the flame–and the sight causes a smile to curve on my lips just as a strange sound catches my attention.
Click.
Click.
“Hey did you guys hear that?” I ask, beginning to close the distance between us, the sand slipping between my toes.Where are my shoes?
Tic. Tic. Tic.
What the actual fuck?
I hear something move behind me, but when I turn around, there’s nothing there. For a moment, I stay behind–debating if I should tell them the truth.
Will they understand what will happen. What I let happen…
Will there be an us at the end of all this?
My breath catches, my heart sputters…
Letting my thoughts roam freely, I watch them make out beneath the moon, Tate’s hands cupping her plump ass as his mouth devours her.
A beautiful sight. Closing my eyes, I open my arms and feel as the summer night wind dances around me.
Two weeks ago…
