Page 27 of The Rookie
I bite back a smile, but Summer’s not done yet.
“Your family are all attractive too ... good stock. But not your grandpa. I mean, for an older man, he’s notunattractiveor anything, but ...”
I chuckle, stopping her with a hand on her cheek. I think she’s trying to tell me she thinks my brothers and I are attractive, but I think I’ll save her the embarrassment. “Summer.”
“I’m babbling, aren’t I?”
“Just a little.” I smile. “You’ll feel normal in an hour or two. And I don’t want you to do anything you’d regret, okay?”
She nods once, meeting my eyes.
“Let me tuck you into bed.”
Thankfully, Summer doesn’t fight me on this. But she does shimmy out of her jeans and into a pair of flannel pants right in the center of the room, so I turn and give her some privacy. Once she’s climbed in under the blankets, I tuck them in around her.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask, gazing down at her.
She nods, already looking drowsy.
“Text me if you need me.”
“Like for sex?” she says around a yawn.
“Anything but that.” The words are physically painful leaving my mouth.
She rolls her eyes. “Party pooper.”
I chuckle and tell her good night. And then I head next door to my own cabin.
I’m still so aroused from our brief make-out session that my dick feels ready to explode, so when I settle into bed, I don’t even bother to pretend I have self-control. If I don’t jerk off, I’ll never get to sleep tonight.
My right hand drifts south and pushes beneath the elastic of my boxer briefs. I’m still as hard as steel. A few quick strokes, and I’m imagining how Summer would have looked in that bra ... How Summer’s curves would have felt in my hands ...
Pleasure rips through me as I let go, my hips lifting as I fuck my fist. She’s gorgeous and kind, and she wants to help me. Apparently, it’s a lethal combination, because a few more strokes and I’m already close.
If I were in the market for a woman, she’d be exactly what I’d want. Which is too bad, because she probably won’t speak to me after she wakes up tomorrow and remembers all that happened tonight. But there’s no room for reality inside my fantasy.
And in that fantasy, it’s not my hand moving over my stiff cock, but Summer’s hot mouth. A sharp throb of lust punches through me at the thought. It can neverreallyhappen, butman, is it a nice thought.
My brain plays out the fantasy in excruciating detail.
Would she be tender and soft and let me set the pace, or would she be eager and demanding, asking for me with her eyes and her words? Would she groan and beg for me?I’m right here, I would whisper, letting her take me in hand and guide me between her legs.
But I’ll never know, which is for the best. It would only complicate things for me. And I would never use Summer to blow off some steam. She’s a special girl. Definitely not someone I should sleep with once to satisfy some base-level craving.
No matter how badly I might want to.
How’s that for total honesty?
12
SUMMER
It’s late morning, and I’m working on my laptop at the cabin’s small kitchen table.
The internet signal is surprisingly strong today, which isn’t the norm here in the middle of nowhere. I’m thankful I have some work to keep me busy this morning, because I may or may not be hiding out today.
Okay, I’m definitely hiding. But who wouldn’t after last night?
