Page 29 of Summer's Edge

He silences my moans with his kisses. Makes me moan even harder as he kisses my neck. The orgasm building inside me is soft too. But it flows through my body like water, like the sweet, soft water we just washed in. Only this water’s not cold, it’s exactly perfect and I wish I could just stay in this moment forever, for all eternity. Just like this, with his cock deep inside and his soft kisses caressing my skin.

But it ends. In an explosion of bliss that echoes through my entire body, crackling and urgent, yet as gentle as a summer breeze. And if it must end, that’s the perfect way.

FOURTEEN

Edge

I outdid myself on the burgers I grilled for us, even if I do say so myself. Which I’m not. Summer said it often as she wolfed down two whole paddies. I forgot to eat mine for a while as I watched her lips move and realized that if I could just do that for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man.

All the raining has dropped the temperature considerably, and now that the sun’s gone and the first stars are starting to appear in the sky, it’s getting cold. I started a fire in the pit, and we’re huddled together under the blanket next to it and I pray I don’t start telling her any more of my stupid ghost stories.

“So, you really liked being in Hollywood, didn’t you?” I ask.

She nods exaggeratedly. “Oh, yeah. It was a dream come true. I can’t wait to go back.”

She gasps and turns to me sharply, her eyes wide, reflecting some of the stars. “I mean after the war’s over and it’s safe to leave home again.”

Home. I’ve successfully put that part of our immediate future out of my mind. Everything that was impossible before will still be impossible when we go home. The last two days were just a happy little bubble of something that shouldn’t have happened.

But I don’t want to tell her that. I don’t want the bubble to pop.

“We’ll take care of it soon enough,” I say instead. “Then you can go back to living your dream.”

She looks at me skeptically. “I’m not an idiot, you know. The war’s not ending anytime soon. Half the time you have no idea who’ll strike next or from where. I heard Hawk and Ice talking about that before you got here.”

I grin and shrug. “Nothing much gets past you, does it?”

She shakes her head. “Especially not when it’s something as scary as this war. I mean, my dad tries to shield me from it, but I am a grown woman.”

“That you are,” I say and cup one of her boobs in my palm.

“I’m being serious,” she says. “Promise me you won’t go diving in front of any more bullets.”

“That bullet I took for Cross is one of the best things I did with my life.” The words just come out, no matter how much I didn’t want to go into ghosts of my past territory tonight.

She nods knowingly. “I get it, I really do. But it was so scary waiting to hear about whether you were alive or dead. I must’ve called the hospital like twenty times asking about you.”

That makes the breath I was taking lodge in my throat. “You did? Why?”

She narrows her eyes at me. “Because I was worried about you, dummy. And no one knew a damn thing after you’d been transferred to the prison hospital.”

“That place was a nightmare,” I say, remembering the drab grey everything in that room, from the metal beds to the sheets and the stupid gown I had to wear. Come to think of it the cell they put me in afterwards was just more of the same, minus the sour-faced nurses, transfusions and beeping monitors.

“But they fixed you up,” she says and leans against me. “Gotta be grateful for that.”

And I am. I’m glad for her warm, lithe body pressed against mine too, and the wind in my face and the fire, and the moonlight on the grass.

“Thank you for worrying about me,” I say.

“Someone had to.”

She always has the perfect sassy comeback. Just spicy enough. And if my cock wasn’t so sore, I’d take her again right here and now. But just holding her is enough too. Never had that with a woman before either.

I steer the conversation back to her work and Hollywood. Before long she’s telling all about her big plans for the future, how she’s hoping to work on many more movies before settling down and maybe opening her own school to teach anyone who wants to learn, whether they have money or not.

She’s really thought it through.

I’m glad she’s got her future mapped out so well and so completely even without me in it. Because I won’t be there. It’s a bittersweet realization. More bitter than sweet, actually.

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