Page 71 of No More Secrets
They gathered en masse on the farm for Summer’s last night there.
Even Joey graced them with her presence, though she kept a safe distance between her and Jax at all times. Undeterred, Jax made it his mission to get as close to her as possible. To Summer, it was like watching a slow motion chase.
Phoebe and Franklin canoodled by the stove in the kitchen while Beckett glared at them until Carter dragged his brother outside to help with the grill.
When the food was ready, they opened the doors of the little barn to eat at the enormous wood plank table. They stacked drinks and dessert on a smaller table against the wall. Citronella candles kept the bugs away and made for a more festive feel.
There was grilled chicken a la Beckett for the meat-eaters and tasty veggie kebabs with a tangy marinade. Garden salad, pasta salad, coleslaw, and baked beans rounded out the evening’s menu.
Carter took the seat on her right, his hand resting high on her bare thigh at the very edge of her dress hem.
“What are you doing?” she whispered to him as dishes were passed around the table.
“Torturing you the way you torture me.” His eyes glinted with lust.
Summer stifled a gasp when his hand moved another inch higher under the skirt of her dress. “Carter Pierce! You behave yourself at the dinner table,” she hissed.
He took her hand and brought it between his legs, pressed it against his hard cock. “Do you see what you do to me, Summer?”
Conversations flowed around them as his erection throbbed under her hand.
“Should I see if I have the same effect on you?” His hand slid another inch higher, his fingers stroking her inner thigh.
Summer’s eyes went wide. She was shaking her head when someone passed her the coleslaw. Summer very nearly bobbled the dish when Carter traced a long finger over her very slick folds.
She felt her muscles quiver, demanding more. Needing to be filled.
One-handed, he took the dish from her.
Another brush from the pads of his finger had her knees opening to take more. He withdrew his hand.
“More later, baby,” he whispered, spooning coleslaw on to her plate.
Summer shut her legs and her mouth and tried to get a grasp on her sanity.
Joey had scored a position at the end of the table next to Beckett. But when he got up to get another beer, Jax slid neatly into his place and swapped their plates. Joey pretended not to notice, but scooted further away until she was teetering on the edge of the bench.
“Jax, quit crowding Joey,” Phoebe ordered. “Where are your manners?”
“We were literally raised in a barn, Mom,” Jax teased. But he slid an inch or two away from Joey.
“Who wants dessert?” Joey demanded, jumping up from the bench. She hurried over to the other table and away from Jax.
Phoebe sighed and shook her head.
After generous portions of Joey’s homemade apple crisp were sampled, the first murmurs of going home started.
“Before anyone leaves,” Summer said, pushing back from the table. “I have a little something for all of you.”
She rose and pulled the small gift bags out from under the beer table where she had stashed them. “I just wanted to thank all of you for welcoming me into your home. I never thought I’d say this, but I can’t wait to come back to the farm next month.”
She rounded the table handing out the bags.
One-by-one they each pulled out forest green t-shirts with the new Pierce Acres logo on them.
“Summer, these are wonderful,” Phoebe said, holding her shirt up to admire.
“She designed the logo herself,” Carter said, grinning. He got up and dropped a kiss on Summer’s cheek. “Let’s see how they fit.”
