Page 64 of Don't Be My Valentine

It wasn’t like we lived in separated apartments now, anyway. Over the course of the past month we’d spent every night together, either here or in her apartment downstairs. She had a similar view, and she spent a lot of time on the balcony admiring it.

Because Summer hadn’t had much after she’d left our home. A point that still bit at me. If my father had been less of a prick, she would’ve been happier and more successful.

“Are you ready for this?” Summer asked.

I slipped my arm around her waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Are you?” I asked.

“I think so. I’m nervous, but I’m ready.”

“I’m not nervous. If Emilia can’t accept what we have, then she’ll have to take a fucking hike.”

“I don’t want her to take a hike.” Over the past month, Summer hadn’t had much contact with my sister. She’d told her that everything was fine, and that she needed time to work stuff out.

It was true. We had needed time to be together, to figure out what we wanted, as well. And now, it was past time we spoke to my sister about what was going on. She was family, for both of us, and she deserved to know.

But this day was more important than that.

It was… fuck. It was the day.

I took a deep breath of the salty ocean air. “I’ve got to check on the food,” I said.

“I can’t believe you cooked. I had no idea you were into that.”

“I should have cooked for you earlier,” I replied. “I’ve been a little caught up in you, gorgeous, what can I say?”

She laughed, and I pressed another kiss to her cheek before heading back through the open plan living room and into the kitchen I’d ensured was filled with everything I’d need to cook whatever I wanted.

I’d already prepped and put enchiladas in the oven, and I brought them out now and set them on the granite-topped kitchen island to cool down.

I poured some alcohol-free champagne into four chilled glasses and brought them through to the living room. I set them on the coffee table.

Summer came inside and sat down on one of the low-slung wraparound sofas. She put her feet up and closed her eyes. “OK, maybe I am a little nervous.”

“Don’t be. Whatever happens, you’ll still have me and the baby.”

Summer rewarded me with a bright smile. I sat down next to her and kissed her gently. She leaned into me, running her fingers over my chest.

“Easy,” I said. “Or we’ll start something we don’t have the time to finish.” There would be plenty of time for that later. Christ, we’d barely been able to take our hands off each other in the last few weeks. It was morning, noon, and night, with eating to break the desire, and my occasional calls to work or running into the office to check on everything.

Worrying about the baby and loving Summer had taken up my time. Things would return to a semblance of normality soon, but for now, I enjoyed every second with her.

We kissed again, her grasp growing tighter on my shirt, and my dick growing harder by the second. She slipped her hand into my lap and squeezed my cock.

“Fuck, baby, we can’t do this now,” I said.

“I want you,” she replied. “Right now. Right here. Bend me over the sofa, please.”

“Jesus.” The hormones had definitely kicked in for her. Damn, not that I was complaining, of course.

“Come on,” she moaned and got up. She bent over the sofa, carefully, and slipped her skirt up over her hips.

I got behind her, right away, and dragged her panties down, over that peachy ass. I bent and suckled on her pussy, tongue-fucked her until she was good and wet and exactly as I needed her, then drew my dick out and slapped it against her ass cheeks.

“Please. I want to come. I need you to come inside me,” she hissed. “Quick. Make it quick, baby.”

I dragged my cock between her swollen pussy lips, gathering all those juices, then thrust into her, growling low in my throat. She took all of me, arched to accommodate my girth and length.

“Yes,” she hissed, reaching between her legs and fingered her clit desperately. “I want to come, baby. I want to come.”

I thrust into her, grunting and gripping her ass cheek, the view driving me fucking wild—my wet cock sliding in and out of her. She tossed her hair and looked back over her shoulder at me, green eyes glazing as they always did when she was close to coming.

“Yes, please,” she said. “Please. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m going to—” She clenched and released, clenched again, rocking through her orgasm and inducing mine.

My mind blanked, and Summer became the center point of my universe. I pounded into her, filling her pussy with my cum, digging my fingers into her ass cheeks.

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