Page 130 of The Summer of Wild

"Jill," Jason chastises her. "Let the kids have their fun."

Fun. I used to think Ingrid and I were just having fun. I didn't realize while we were, I was falling in love with her.

Ingrid slams her bedroom door shut behind us and wraps her hands around the front of my shirt.

"You're sure you love me?" she smiles.

I nod my head. "I'm sure."

"Then strip," she instructs as she shimmies the black dress material up her hips. "Start with your shirt."

"Shouldn't we lock the door?" Wilder throws a thumb over his shoulder. "Just in case."

"Jason and Jill know not to bother us," she hums. "Shirt. Off. Now."

I laugh as I pull it over my head and throw it behind me. Ingrid slides the body-hugging black dress over her head as a wave of jealousy washes over me.

"What?" Ingrid notices the apprehension on my face.

"Sorry," I shake it off. "I'm just trying to get the image of Cash and you out of my head."

Ingrid's face falls. "I-I wasn't thinking when Cash suggested we use our past as a cover. I never would have agreed to it if I knew we'd end up kissing on that desk."

"I know," I snake my arms around her bare waist. "I just... it bothered me."

She tilts her blond head to the side. "Why?"

"Because I don't want you to kiss anyone else," I admit. "I only want you to kiss me."

"Good," she exhales heavily, "because I don't want to kiss anyone else either."

Ingrid unbuttons my jeans and sinks to her knees, slipping my pants down my legs. She smiles up at me as she wraps a hand around my hard dick and licks the tip, massaging my balls before she greedily takes me into her mouth. I watch as she sucks and licks and moans against my cock, leaving me aching for release.

"I want to come inside you," I tell her as my fingers find her chin. "Stand up."

My dick pops out of her mouth, and she uses a finger to wipe the saliva off the corner of her lips.

"Get on the bed, Ingrid."

She obeys and spreads her legs apart, her pink, swollen slit soaked. "I've missed you, Wilder."

"I've missed you, too," I sigh as I climb onto her bed and cup one of her breasts in my hand. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

It's not, but I'm going to make it up to her. I'll do whatever I have to.

"You are the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me," I proclaim.

She raises her head off the grey comforter and kisses me. "I love you, Wilder."

"I love you, too, Ingrid," I return as I push into her, my heart no longer aching.

"Where have you been?" Cash whisper-yells at me as I step out of his truck feeling incredibly guilty.

"Dropping Blondie off," I remind him. "Like you asked."

We might have had sex three times on her bed with her parents downstairs, too, but it didn't take that long. I was... excited, if you know what I mean.

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