Page 2 of Heartless Summer
“Come on, let’s get moving before we’re late. The sooner we get this over with, the quicker we can get the hell out of this place and start our summer.”
For the final time, I pull out my books for first hour before slamming the locker door shut and heading to class.
2
HUNTER
“Mmm, baby. I want you so damn much,” I growl between kisses. My hand slips beneath her T-shirt before drifting upward until it can cup her breast.
When I squeeze the softness, my cock stiffens until it feels like steel. Even though we’ve been together for years and having sex for a while, touching her—playing with her curvy little body—never gets old. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get enough of this girl. She’s like an addiction pumping through my veins.
I don’t think it’s possible to love anyone as much as I love Skye Sinclair. She’s all I think about. My fucking world revolves around her, and it’s difficult to imagine a time when that won’t be the case.
Her back bows as she arches into my palm. As soon as a throaty whimper escapes from her, I swallow down the sound. I want every single cry that leaves her mouth. No one will ever get to hear them but me.
There have been so many lazy summer afternoons spent lying on a blanket at the beach while dreaming of a future together. We do the same when she’s wrapped up in my arms at night after I’ve snuck through her bedroom window. Once Imake love to her, we talk about attending Claremont where I’ll play football. Either junior or senior year, I’ll enter the draft and hopefully get picked up by a professional team. Then we can get hitched. A couple years down the road, we’ll have two or three kids and live happily ever after.
Maybe I’m too young to already have my life planned out, but when you find the right person, what’s the point of waiting?
Then my brother, Mason, can stop working at the garage. He can go back to school and finish up his degree.
I owe him.
Big time.
But I can’t think about that right now. Not when Skye is in my arms. Not when we’re making out on the couch in the living room and I’m five minutes away from tearing off the tiny shorts she’s wearing and driving deep inside her tight heat.
The fact that she’s going away next week fucking kills me. How am I going to make it through the next couple of months without seeing her gorgeous face every day? Or touching her?
I can’t think of a time when we’ve been separated for longer than a week.
“I wish you weren’t leaving,” I groan against her lips.
A breathy sigh escapes from her before she whispers, “I know. I shouldn’t have let my mom talk me into it.”
Skye’s mother lives in Wisconsin and found her a job working at a nearby camp so they can spend time together. It’s a long fucking way from North Carolina. I can’t just hop in a car and visit for the weekend.
The thought nearly cracks my heart in two.
“Tell her you changed your mind,” I ground out, squeezing her breast again before yanking the lacy cup down so I can touch her naked flesh.
She moans as I toy with her pebbled nipple.
“I can’t do that.”
“Sure, you can.” Am I being unfair, playing with her sweet body, all the while trying to talk her into doing what I want?
Probably.
At this point, I don’t give a damn. I want Skye here with me—where she belongs. That’s all that matters.
“Hunter…” Her voice turns thick with need before trailing off.
“I can’t stand the thought of us being apart for so long.”
“I know.” Some of the arousal fades from her bright green eyes as they fill with sorrow. “I’m sorry. I feel like I’ve ruined our summer.”
Fuck.
