Page 62 of The Summer of Wild

That's fine. He can battle with himself. I've already made my mind up.

"Blondie," he exhales as I fight against his strong grip, "we should stop while we're ahead."

"You're rejecting me?" I push off him, my knees sinking into the sand. I raise a devious eyebrow. "You mean, we shouldn't be doing this?" I scoot back, my soaked center rubbing against his massive cock. I'm happy to report the legend is true. He's huge.

His eyes widen as I rock backward, rolling my hips as I coat his throbbing dick with my juices. "Are you saying you don't want this, Wilder?"

His hands find my hips, and he digs his fingers in as I slide back and forth, soaking him. "I think we should go slow."

I stop moving on top of him. "Slow or not at all?"

He groans as I slip off him and lay beside him in the sand. "Slow."

"I swear, Wilder Andrea Cox if you—"

"Andrew," he interjects. "It's Andrew."

"—ignore me after this, I'll ruin every single date or hookup you have in the near future. I'll make your life a living hell. Women will run when they see you coming."

He turns on his side and gently rests his hand on my stomach. "And Cash always said you weren't the jealous type."

I reach a hand up to his face and run my fingers along his jawline. "I wasn't. Not until you."

Wilder drops his head to my shoulder and leaves a chaste kiss on my skin. "We can't do this forever, Blondie. Eventually, Cash will come back."

"Why do you keep bringing him up?" I swallow hard. "I'm naked right now and you're thinking about Cash?"

"When my dad left, my mom and I were homeless for a few weeks," he admits. "My grandparents had to get their spare bedrooms ready for us. My grandma gave up her craft room, and my grandpa worked hard to get the guest room cleared out for me. They didn't have space for us right away. We were going to stay in a motel, but Cash told his parents and they insisted we stay with them. So, we did. And I've felt indebted to him ever since."

My breath gets caught in my throat. "That was surprisingly nice of the Allreds."

"Yeah," he agrees. "Fanny spent the whole time lecturing my mom about her choice in a life partner, though."

"Is that why you keyed Fanny's front door after she painted it?" I laugh.

"That," he lowers his voice and presses his lips briefly to mine. "And for you. She said a lot of shit about you that wasn't true. Cash never stood up for you and I didn't feel it was my place. So, I liked to key her stuff or rearrange the kitchen drawers to annoy her."

"You didn't," I touch his chest.

"I moved all the silverware after she uninvited me to a dinner party once. She told Cash I wasn't allowed to come because I was trailer trash. But I got the last laugh," he chuckles. "She had a meltdown in front of all her guests."

"That wasn't very nice," I sigh.

His hand roams my bare skin. "I'm not very nice."

"I know."

"We should rinse off," he lets out a breath.

"I'm starving," I tell him.

"The diner?"

I shake my head. "Ice cream."

"First, you get me naked," he teases me with a kiss on the nose. "Then you kiss me." Another one to my throat. "Now, you want ice cream." A trail of kisses along my jaw. "It's almost like you planned this whole thing."

"It's our first date," I quip. "You didn't get the memo, did you?"

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