Pieces of Summer (A stand-alone novel)(87)

There’s so much I want to say, but I continue kissing her instead of risking saying the wrong thing. I hope she doesn’t think this is a small moment of weakness. This is it. This is her giving herself over to me whether she admits it or not.

Plan B involves rope, a cabin in the woods, and a few felony charges for kidnapping and all that.

She moans into my mouth as I lift her, and I consider taking her against the wall when her bare legs come back around my waist. Fuck that. I want a bed with her under me so I can take my time.

She grips me tighter with her thighs and I change my mind while shoving her against the wall. My hand slips between us, and my cock gets painfully hard when I feel how ready she is for me after just some kissing.

I’ll go back to foreplay and take it slower in round two. Right now, I have to have her before I lose my mind. I have no idea how I even existed so many years without her.

With one hard thrust, I sink balls-deep into her, and some garbled noise escapes her while I bite back any sound that tries to rise.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, lifting what little bit she can and moving back down.

I grip her hips, holding her still, as my entire body trembles.

“Chase,” she whimpers.

“Give me a second,” I tell her softly, burying my face against her neck.

“What’s… wrong?” she asks hesitantly.

“Remember the first time you did the reverse cowgirl on me?” I ask her, feeling her smile without seeing it.

“You want the reverse cowgirl treatment? I can’t do that against the wall.”

I groan as that image springs to mind. Round two. She can do that in round two.

“I was talking about what happened when we did that position the first time.”

“Oh… Oh,” she says, a smile in her tone.

I’d rather last longer than five f*cking seconds at this moment, so she gives me a second to get control. When I finally feel like a man instead of a teenager again, my hips move, and she moans while gripping my shoulders, her nails digging in.

“Right there,” she whispers when I thrust up harder.

Her body is pressed against mine, and my face is still against her neck as I take her over and over against the wall.

Sweat breaks out over my body, and I have to strain not to get off before she’s finished, but I’m determined. The second her walls clamp down on me and she screams my name, I let go, thrusting into her with abandon, chasing my own release.

Hot pleasure shoots up from my balls to my chest, and I barely keep enough strength to continue holding her as my entire body shudders against hers. She goes limp in my arms, and I smirk as I carry her toward the bedroom, staying inside her.

“I can’t have kids,” she says at the worst moment.

“I know. I don’t care. I’m not exactly the kind of guy who wants a houseful of babies, and I’ve spent too much time being selfless. I want to be selfish and greedy and lost in you for as long as possible, so sharing you with a child isn’t on my list of things-to-do.”

She sighs just before I collapse to the bed, still holding her to me.

“Mika, there’s seriously only one thing I want, so telling me I can’t have it is worse than anything you think I’m giving up. I’m still in love with you. Hell, I never stopped loving you.”

I’m full of cheese today, but I can’t stop it. I’m back to being a kid with the girl he loves, and there’s an actual future for us this time. It’s finally real.

She hugs me tighter, and I feel the dampness against my neck that tells me she’s crying. I hope those are happy tears.

My hand slides up and down her back for several minutes while she clings to me.

“I still love you, too,” she says at last.

My smile breaks across my face, and I kiss her shoulder, sliding my hands lower and lower.

“About that reverse cowgirl…” I let the words trail off, and smile when she snickers.

I’m ready for round two, and when she leans back with a smiling face despite her tears, I wink at her. Mika is still my girl. I’m finally getting what I want in life, and it seems surreal.

Just as she leans down to kiss me, we hear loud voices in the house.

“Mika! We’re going to talk, and you’re going to listen!” Aidan yells, and Mika squeals while diving off me and jerking the covers over us just as the door to her room flies open.

Aidan’s face goes from determined, to confused, to very f*cking red as his eyes widen.

“You can save that talk. Mika’s coming home,” I drawl as Mika bites her lip and studies me. “And I’ll be staying with her.”

I can’t tell if he’s relieved or worried, but he nods while slowly backing out of the room and wordlessly closing the door.

“The pile of clothes in the hallway didn’t give you pause?” I hear Hunter asking from the other side of the door, and Mika groans while burying her face against my chest. I laugh under my breath while holding her to me.

Everything feels right for the first time in so damn long. It no longer feels like Mika’s holding back, and I’m sure as hell all in.

Sometimes life destroys you so that you can rebuild yourself to be bigger, better, stronger…





Chapter 53


CHASE