Page 12 of SummerTime Madness
My lips twitch at his words- that’s not gonna happen. Not today or ever. This is done.
I got everything that I need and I'll take back everything that was taken from me…
From us...
My need for his presence has run its course. Now, I have to venture and do my own thing. Find my own path–one straight to evolution.
Legacy.
Success.
“Sure thing, talk to you soon,” I reply as I stand, cleaning the dirt from my knees, not bothering to look over at Daniel who’s standing in front of the door, hesitant to leave.
“Cordelia,” he says softly, causing me to look up, his lips in a thin line, his eyebrows knit together, and the look of worry riddled across his face. I bet he’s scared to end it not that it would last long any way. Being with Daniel is a mess of contradictions.
“Yes?”
“I think we might need some space.”
I glance back down at the petri dish sitting on the wooden table and do not bother to look at him anymore.
It’s done.
He served his purpose, and thanks to this little stunt, I will lose my spot in the internship. Just like I planned from the beginning. So, I guess in the end, I will still protect him.
“I agree,” I reply, and with that the door shuts behind me, and I resume collecting data.
I bet Tate thinks he has one up on me, probably recorded me. Placing the tip of my pen between my teeth, I think of all the possibilities. This is what makes the game exciting. It has been going on for years, and I was the one that started it.
Closing my eyes, I go back to that summer where all my games were lesscomplicated.
Tate’s tongue danced with mine as Chase’s tongue swirls over my nipple, biting it softly. I moan into Tate’s mouth, which he swallows, his hand tangles in my wet hair.
“I need you,” he breathes. “Need.”
I smile against his soft lips when I feel him tense. Chase's hand is resting on the bulge behind the fabric of his boxers.
So perfect.
I was still a virgin, but they didn’t have to know because I didn’t want to choose. Why did I have to?
Why couldn’t I have the career and life I want? I have no real interest in motherhood, but hearing Dad talk about Tate to his friend stirred something ugly in me.
Like me, Tate has the same love for plants and fungi, and we actually bonded over it. But now, it’s different, because after this year, he will become my competition.
“Let him touch you Tate,” I whisper as I look at my phone, recording while hidden between my jacket and a rock.
“I don’t know.” But he does little to stop my hand from pulling down his boxers and exposing his thick, veiny cock. I raise an eyebrow noticing the ring on the tip.
Interesting.
My mouth closes in, observing as the clear fluid beads his hoop jewelry.
“Chase, lick it off.”
Chase hesitates, and looks up at Tate, looking for permission. But they’re mine, and I always get what I want. Daddy always made sure of it, and they will be no different.
“Tate, please.”
