Page 53 of Before Summer Ends

“Shh,” he crooned against my ear. “Breathe, sweetheart.”

Then, the tip of his monster cock was pressing into my back hole. I was exaggerating. I was sure Calder’s would be the thickest and the longest, but fuck did Parker’s member feel like it was about to rip me in two. It’d been years since I let anyone come near my ass, so this was basically like popping my cherry back there. I knew after the initial burn, it would feel so fucking good.

“That’s it,” Parker groaned, inching forward.

“Oh yes,” I cried out, throwing my head back. I tilted my chin to peer over my shoulder. “Deeper. Don’t stop.”

He let out a disbelieving chuckle, the palm of his hand coming to the flat of my back. “You’re too tight to shove in. Need time.”

We had plenty of lube, and he’d prepared me enough. I didn’t need time. We needed to fucking come together so that he could pull the final string from my chest and unravel me until I was a pile of limbs. So I slammed my ass back into him, sinking onto his perfect cock.

“Jesus Christ, you’re what wet dreams are made of.”

I didn’t answer as I rode him. He groaned, holding still while my cheeks slapped into his hips over and over. “That’s it. Ride my cock. Show me how you like it.”

My insides coiled tight when he reached around me and pressed a finger to my center. He stroked, giving me that sweet friction, and I let out a cry of pleasure while I moved against him. I dragged him all the way to the tip, then slammed him back until he was fully seated again and again, until he took control.

“Ahh,” he grunted at the same time I called out his name.

Together, we chased the high, and together we tumbled over the crashing waves. Our breathing was rapid as he toppled over me, pinning me against the mattress. His weight secured me, grounded me as I came down from the delusions that multiple orgasms gave to me.

We stayed like that, trying to muster up the energy to get up, both of us silent while we basked in the afterglow of our releases. I think I even drifted to sleep as he pressed a kiss to my temple, then climbed off me.

I groaned, my neck aching as I sat up in an unfamiliar place. My entire body felt wrecked. I glanced around, smiling as I took in the little bedroom Parker fixed up for me. It was perfect, and I was so fucking thankful that he paid enough attention that he knew what I’d like.

It was the best gift I’d ever received in my adult life. Parker was the best boyfriend I’d ever had. And Hendrix too. I stiffened. Did I just think that? No. They weren’t boyfriends. They were two friends that I had sex with. That was all.

“Morning.” Parker said from beside me.

After the bar closed, Parker brought me back up here. Last night had been insane. We were sold out of food by midnight, tapped out of all of our kegs, and just about cleared out of the white wine. We wound up closing at midnight instead of three am.

I still didn’t believe how big of a success this was. I think people were mostly curious to meet me. At least the locals. I’d done a great job of lying low. It was unintentional at first. I just didn’t want gossip to spread about my young single mother status. But now, it seemed to work out in my favor. It drew business in on my opening night.

I’d have a busy day, hurrying to get inventory restocked. It would be well worth it though.

“Hey.” I smiled, leaning over to kiss Parker. “Sleep alright?”

He nodded, his hand wrapping around my waist. “But I’m still tired. Don’t get up.”

I giggled. “I have to, I need a shower, and I have so much shit to get done before we open again.”

Parker groaned, the stubble growing on his chin scratching my thigh. “Let Chris handle it.”

I shook my head in awe. My happy go lucky guy wasn’t a morning person. Bending down, I pressed a kiss to the top of his messy hair, then ruffled it up. The door that led to the bar downstairs rattled, then a pounding came next.

“Open up. I come bearing grease and carbs,” a voice shouted from the other side.

My heart fluttered, butterflies soaring around in my gut as I lept off the bed. The only thing that would make this morning better was seeing Hendrix. I practically tripped over a rug as I ran out into the living room and straight for the door.

I bounced on the balls of my feet, unlocking and swinging it open. My lips met his cheek immediately as he stepped in. He was wearing jeans and a green tank. His black baseball cap was flipped backward, a pair of sunglasses sitting on them.

“Morning,” I said as he headed for the table.

Hendrix plopped down a cup carrier with three paper to-go cups of coffee, and a huge brown paper bag. I inhaled that scent. Bacon and grease, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips. “Breakfast,” I moaned, heading for him.

He grinned, pulling a cup from the carrier. The muscles in his arms flexed, and he flipped the chair so the back was facing the table. Then he plopped into it, straddling the bottom while he draped his arms over the back.

“Eat up, Thea. Then we need to discuss the lies you’ve been telling.”

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