Page 20 of My Summer Fling

“Lift that ass up for me, Millie.”

She freezes, and I realize she thinks I’m going for something else.

“Not tonight, Millie,” I soothe, running my hand up and down her back, letting my nails scratch lightly over her skin. “One day that ass will be mine,” I promise. “But not tonight. Now lift those hips, baby.”

She lets out a little whimper and hesitates for a moment before that gorgeous ass raises slightly into the air.

“Such a good girl. Always doing as she’s told.”

I lean over her and line myself up. I slide in so fucking easily, her warmth and wetness pulling me in to the hilt. She sighs and pushes back into me as one of her hands disappears beneath her stomach. I fist her hair, gathering it all at the base of her neck and pulling for leverage as I pull out and slam back in. She moans and writhes beneath me with each thrust inside of her.

God, she’s fucking gorgeous like this.

It doesn’t take long for both of us to reach our climax, coming almost at the same time before I relax on top of her, my dick still twitching inside of her as I come down from my orgasm. I can’t wait until she lets me finish inside of her without the condom. The thought alone almost has me getting ready for round two.

“I’m still not your girl,” she says through heavy pants.

“Sure you’re not, baby girl.” I laugh softly against her before pulling out and rolling off her. With one last smack on her ass, I stand up to go to the bathroom. “Keep saying it out loud and maybe you’ll believe it one day.”

With Noah livingwith me for the summer, I never get a moment’s peace. He’s constantly sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night or bringing me breakfast when he wakes up before me. He plans little excursions for us in between work and wedding chores.

Today, he’s planned a trip to the mainland. He said he found a record store he wants to take me to. I’m sure I’ve been there before, but I know he’s trying, and he knows I love collecting and playing old records. So we’re going to take a little day trip off the island and continue to try and be friends again.

It’s a hard position I find myself in. A really big part of me wants to regret the little deal we made. But when we’re in bed together, that part gets pushed to the back of my brain and silenced. He’s so, so fucking good at what he does. He can make my body sing in ways no one else can.

But then when it’s over, and I’m lying in bed next to him laughing and joking, that little snake of regret starts to slither back to the forefront of my mind. I think it’s trying to warn me. Warn me not to get too close or too happy, because god knows what happened the last time I let that happen. And it would be so easy to do.

Noah is a whole lot of heartbreak wrapped in a very pretty package.

All I have to do is make sure I don’t open it up. I can admire it, touch it, shake it a little, but I cannot, under any circumstances, rip open the pretty wrapping paper.

“You ready, Mills?” he asks, poking his head around the doorframe.

“Hey! What did we discuss?” I ask him in a scolding tone.

“Don’t poke my head in when you could be changing,” he recites like a scolded little boy.

“I could’ve been naked. Again. For the fourth time.”

“I don’t really understand this rule,” he says as he flops down on the bed. I’m in my closet trying to find the pair of sandals I want to wear, but they’ve somehow become buried six feet under everything else. “I literally see you naked every night. I’ve beeninsideof you. Why does it matter if I see you naked while you’re changing?”

“It’s the principle of the matter,” I say as I finally find them and dig them out, slipping one on at a time. “Seeing me naked while we’re having sex is one thing. Seeing me naked in the light of day while I change is another. It hints at a certain closeness that we are trying to avoid.”

As I walk out of my closet, I hear the little click of his camera going off. I look up and glare at him. He’s gotten a little bold with the pictures lately, snapping them whenever I’m not quite paying attention. Whether it be while I’m cooking, sitting on the now-fixed porch swing, or laughing with my mouth wide open at something stupid he’s said.

The latter is my least favorite.

“I’ll drive!” I follow him out of the house, kissing Annie on the way out.

It takes us about an hour to get to the mainland and find the record store he was talking about. I was right, I have been here before. But that’s okay. They’re always getting new stuff in, and I know I love the owners. They have a little coffee shop inside as well, and big, comfy leather couches where you can chill and listen to their personal collection.

“I love this place,” I say as I climb out of his truck.

“You’ve been here? I should’ve guessed. I should’ve looked for one farther away.”

“No, I really do love it here,” I tell him as he rounds his truck. I take his arm and lead him inside and straight to the source of the amazing smell. “I want a coffee before we start looking around though.”

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