Page 62 of Villainous Summer

His arms were a barricade around me as I stroked him, faster and faster. Soon after, he cursed and came, the substance spurting over our stomachs.

Sticky on me, it dripped down my torso, and I brought a little up to my mouth, licking it off my finger.

With one hand, he slowed the boat, while still keeping us straight, his eyes molten on me.

“You’re going to kill me,” he whispered.

“But what a way to go, right?”

He let out a low, derisive chuckle. “I have never met someone so dangerous for me.”

I smirked at him. “Good. I’d hate to be boring.”

The familiar skyline of downtown Ridgewood approached as we came into Freedom Bay.

“The things I’m going to do to you tonight. You’re going to wish you never tempted me.”

“Is that a challenge?” I crooked a brow.

“It’s a promise. And remember what I said. We don’t lie to each other.”

In the small cupholder beside the seat, an odd chirping rang from his phone.

He dropped his playful expression and the hand that was holding me between the wheel and his body.

A message that read I need you flashed in my vision, but I couldn’t see anything else on it.

A muscle ticked in his jaw, and his once molten gaze cooled.

“Change of plans.” He tossed his phone back in the cupholder and turned the boat toward the marina.

Van

Service on the bay was too spotty for the repeated calls to get through, despite calling several times.

When we got back, I paid the exorbitant fee to dock my boat in a guest slip.

Summer followed me to the truck, and I helped her up into the cab, then dialed again to be sent to voicemail.

I need you.

I need you.

Cursing under my breath, I got behind the wheel, and we took off.

I pictured her lying on the floor, her wheelchair across the room. Bleeding from a head injury. Would she have called 9-1-1 if she was hurt? She could be so damn stubborn sometimes.

“So, what, you’re ditching me for some random girl? Was my hand job not enough for you?” she asked, her arms folded over her chest.

“Your what?” I blinked at her. “What are you talking about?”

“Whoever that girl you have of your roster that just hit you up. I saw it. I need you. If you want to fuck around with some girl, just tell me. Saves me the embarrassment of fucking you when you have a dozen others lined up.”

“You think—” I tried to process her odd jealousy. “That was my mom.”

“Oh.” The fight vanished. “Well—” Her cheeks flamed pink. “How was I supposed to know that?”

I snorted, turning the car to the right. “You could have asked.”

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