Page 56 of Very Unlikely
She hits me again before continuing as if I never interrupted her, “I’m lost about your double standards. Like, why is it okay for you to date…” The way she gags during her ‘date’ part of her comment leaves no doubt she isn’t talking about candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach. “But I can’t even go on arealdate with a guy willing to agree to a twenty-date no-touch rule.”
“Cody agreed to a no-touch clause?” When Summer nods, I almost call him an idiot, then I remember I shook on one long before him. “And he was endeavoring to maintain that tonight?”
She nods again. “Excluding our almost lip lock—”
“Which I’m now recalling youmistakenlysaid would be your first true kiss.” The confused crinkle my comment popped between her brow smooths when I explain, “We’ve kissed. Might have only been a peck, but sparks like that can’t be brushed off as irrelevant.”
“True,” she parrots, her voice a mix of excited and worried. “But back to the point… Cody was a gentleman the entire day. He actually reminds me a lot of you. He’s cocky, opinionated…” I would have been more than happy for her to continue along with those points, but she has to up the ante by adding, “And ridiculously handsome.”
“If you’re attracted to lint balls that get stuck in a guy’s asshairs after a hard day’s work.”
She hides her grin, but I hear it in her words. “He even has a fond dislike of your father.”
With her bringing him up, I ask a question I’ve been dying to ask since last night, “What happened between my dad and you last night?”
It shouldn’t be hard to call my father my dad. I have his DNA running through my veins, but I always struggle over the word. I’d rather not refer to him at all, but I can’t stop wondering what occurred between Summer and him last night that got her so worked up she needed air.
“Ah…” She rolls over until her chin is balancing on my chest. With her hair still hanging loosely around her face, I brush away the curls shadowing her eyes before twisting them into a messy knot at the back of her head. Once I have her back to her particularly appealing self, she discloses, “It was apparent he knew who I was.”
I back up her claims by informing her he was who I went to see the night she thinks I hooked up with Neish. “I lent her my coat and belt, but I didn’t touch her.”
“I know,” Summer breathes out heavily. “That’s why she went after your dad. No one with a real shot at you would lower their standards for him.” Before I can correct her that has happened multiple times in the past, she steals my words by replacing them with anger. “He propositioned me like an hourly rate was written on a sandwich board dangling off my neck.” I’ve never wanted to kiss someone as much as I do her now when she discloses, “I turned him down,obviously, but he isn’t really a guy who takes no for an answer, so I told him in a way he could understand.”
She kneed him in the balls, didn’t she?
“I kneed him in the balls.”
“You didn’t!”
“I did.” With her eyes locked on me, she crosses her heart and hopes to die. “He dropped like a bag of poo. Called me a couple of nasty names, then almost cried when Cody kicked him in the ribs to shut him up.”
“Cody defended you?”
Summer screws up her nose while half nodding, half shaking her head. “Kinda. I had the situation under control. I do know how to take care of myself, Lenigan69. I was raised by grease monkeys and pushed to take a stand by my annoying best friend.” She twists her lips. “But if push came to shove, yeah, I guess you could say he defended me. As I said, he’s a nice guy.”
“Who wouldn’t have been benched for multiple games if Coach Randall agreed with you. There’s stuff your missing, Sum.”
“Because you don’t trust me enough to be honest with me.”
I wipe the riled look off my face when Summer scoots up the bed so we swap positions. Now instead of her head resting on my chest, mine is resting on hers. Let me tell you, not even the slightest whiff of the regurgitated fish and chips she must have eaten at lunch bounding out of her mouth lessens the imprint of my dick in my boxer shorts when she commences scratching my head like she did every night our first three weeks here.
It almost lulls me to sleep until she re-hatches the conversation we were just having. “After meeting your father, I understand your hesitation about us meeting, but I really wish you’d understand mine as well.” When I peer up at her, she continues scratching my head while saying, “Nothing against your mom and the many women who followed her, but what the hell were they thinking dating someone like your father? I barely spent two minutes with the perve, and I was seriously considering a sabbatical at a nunnery. He did nothing for me! Not a single thing!”
Needing to do something before I kiss the living shit out of her mouth like I did her pussy only nights ago, I mumble, “But instead of a sabbatical, you threw a house party like a sorority whore and blew tuna chunks on my favorite shirt.”
“It was fish, not tuna.” Summer hits me with a glare that has no heat to it whatsoever. “And you said you hated that shirt.”
“I do… but only because it looks better on you than it does me.” Just because she’s still slightly intoxicated doesn’t mean I can’t give her the compliments I’ve been withholding the past three years.
Rye was right. Stringing her along should have never been an option.
She deserves better than that.
It dawns on me that Summer has more suave than she lets on when she comments, “That’s only because covering up a masterpiece withanyarticle of clothing should be illegal.”
With a cocked head and quirk lips, I ask, “Did I teach you that line?”
As she shakes her head, her smile switches from smug to humble. “My mom did. She used to say it to my dad all the time.” Her grin slips even more when an event from earlier tonight smacks into her. “Did I really…you know…” she swivels her finger around the lower half of her body, “… in front of my dad.”
