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  Yeah, sure, I’m supposed to be getting my shit together, turning over a new leaf, becoming a productive, upstanding citizen of Blue Bay and every other stupid fucking idiomatic expression that meant I needed to do better for my family. But I’m not in Blue Bay yet, headed back to a place where everyone knows my name—and the cops don’t like me—to take over my dad’s construction business. Yup, I get it, it’s time to step into the role I’d been groomed for since I could hold a hammer, and spend less time on the road satisfying my own selfish urges. When I get home I’ll be on the straight and narrow: no women, no distractions, and no trouble with the law. Until then, however . . .

  I put my hand on the small of her back and the heat that fires between us is almost catastrophic. Jesus. Who’d have thought that after all these years there’d still be such a powerful pull? I shake my head. Chemistry like this doesn’t come along every day.

  The warm night air falls over us as I push the lounge door open and guide her into the night. I pause and glance up and down the long strip of black street. I’d been in this Podunk town in the past, circling through as I went from one sponsored motocross event to the next. Hell, all I need is a place to lay my head, but seriously what is Summer really doing in a shit place like this? Designer clothes. Expensive truck. She is so out of her element. Where exactly is she headed, and who is this friend she’s visiting? More importantly, why is she pretending she doesn’t know me?

  I’m pretty good at reading people and I spotted the recognition flashing in her whiskey-colored eyes the second I met them. Then again, maybe she doesn’t want to acknowledge me because . . . well . . . because for her, this is just a quick hot affair as she passes through town. Fine, if she wants to play it that way, I can, too. No names. Anonymous sex. This isn’t my first rodeo and all cards on the table, it’s for the best. I don’t have time for more.

  “This town doesn’t have much, but there’s a pizza joint two blocks down. It’s decent.” Her dark lashes flash over darker eyes, meeting my gaze straight on. She doesn’t even look like she’s breathing, which gives me the distinct impression that this isn’t something she does on a regular basis. I brush my knuckles along her arm, and she shivers. “Unless you’d prefer to just—”

  “I’d prefer,” she whispers.

  My cock throbs. Apparently little Sean prefers that, too. I pull a key card from my back pocket, and the letter stuffed inside nearly falls out. I shove it back, not wanting to think about the stabbing pain behind each written—and unwritten—word. Later I’ll wallow in my own misery, kick my stupid fucked-up ass, and condemn myself for my selfish ways. Christ knows there’ll be plenty of time for that in the coming months.

  “My room or yours?” I ask.

  She grins at the cheesy comment, the tension easing a bit from her body. “Yours.”

  Interesting. Here I thought she’d pick hers, the familiarity of the personal belongings she’d brought with her giving her a level of comfort. Then again maybe she chose mine so she could slip out under the cover of darkness. No awkward goodbyes. No stilted morning conversation.

  My hand brushes hers as I lean in to give her a nudge in the right direction. Her steps are slow, cautious. Is she having second thoughts? Her nervousness gives me pause. For fuck’s sake, this is Summer Wheeler. Not some groupie on the circuit eager to sleep with every winning rider. I probably shouldn’t have come on so strong. But the fact is I’ve thought about her so much over the years, knew she’d grow into a beautiful woman. The second I saw her sitting all alone at the table, I wanted her in the worst fucking way. I stop, turn to her and note the way her lashes are fluttering rapidly, a guardedness about her as apprehension flashes over her face. My stomach plummets.

  “If you don’t—”

  “I . . .” Her hand goes to my chest, the warmth of her fingers seeping under my T-shirt. I move closer, joining our bodies, and press a leg between hers. Her heat is like an electrical jolt to my cock. Fuck, if she says no, it just might kill me. “I do,” she whispers on a rushed breath. An undeniable sense of relief that I don’t want to think too much about moves through me and I put my hand on her face. My thumb brushes her bottom lip. Her skin is so fucking soft, her mouth so damn tempting, I can’t wait another second.

  Giving in to impulse I dip my head, and my lips go to hers. She parts for me, welcoming me inside. I taste her. Savor her sweetness. Sweet fuck. I knew she’d taste good, but not this good. I breathe in the scent of her skin, pull it deep into my lungs. The air grows thick, gets hot, and vibrates with volatile sexual awareness

  I drag her closer, and the feel of her breasts, her hard nipples against my chest, short-circuits my brain, and makes me forget we’re still outside. I push my knee deeper between her legs, and pull her down to rub my thigh against her pussy. Her legs squeeze mine, the friction torturing my throbbing cock.

  “Fuck,” I murmur into her mouth as a strange possessiveness rages inside me. Maybe it’s because I’ve wanted to kiss her like this for so goddamn long. “I need you naked.”

  She moans. “Yes, please.”

  A car door slams and I shift gears, needing to get her inside so I can have her all to myself and do wicked things to her body. I wrap my hand around her waist, and usher her to my door. Her breath is coming quicker now, matching mine, and the second I get her into my room, I slam the door shut, lock it behind us, and position her against it.

  I taste her again, fuck her mouth with my tongue, and the moan that sounds in the depths of her throat does something strange to me. I push her hair back and thrust my tongue deeper inside her mouth, wanting to taste every bit of her. Sweat breaks out on my forehead, my body so tight with restraint, my muscles rebel. She writhes, and I grab her hands, forcing them over her head, needing her at my mercy.

  She gasps, as I hold both of her small hands in one of mine, the other going to her curves. I trail my hand down her sides, outlining the swell of one breast and she pushes against me. She’s so damn responsive it’s enough to make me go insane. Her breath comes out in a labored burst, as she arches in to me.

  “You want me?” I ask.

  “Yes.” Her hot breath falls over my neck.

  “Tell me.”

  She gasps like she’s struggling for air and my veins surge with desire. “I want you.”

  “Bad enough to let me take you rough and hard, the way I need to take you?”

  “Oh, God.”

  “Yeah, you can pray, baby. But I plan to make you shatter all around me.”

  “I . . . ,” she murmurs, her words falling off, like she could no longer form a sentence.

  “You’ll break so hard, baby, you’ll think you’re in a downpour, naked and quivering as I have my way with you.” I run my tongue over her bottom lip and inch back. “Tell me you want that.”

  Her throat ripples as she swallowed. “I want that,” she rushes out on a breathless whisper.

  I slip my hands into her pants, shoving my way into her panties. Fuck me. I feel like someone just set dynamite off in my head when I find her so hot and wet for me. I part her folds, and slowly circle her clit. She cries out in ecstasy, and jerks her hips forward.

  “Please . . . ,” she begs, so hot for it. Her lashes flutter, color spreads across her cheeks. “I need . . . I haven’t . . .” I don’t miss the desperate edge to her voice before it falls off. Christ, when was the last fucking time someone touched her?

  “Easy, baby,” I say, more determined than ever to make this good for her. “I’m going to give you what you want.”

  Fire blazes through me and I breathe slow and deep to keep a measure control, even though I can feel it slipping away. I stroke her swollen clit, slowly drag my finger over it, and her heat burns through me. Her mouth opens but no words form, turning me on even more. Watching her come undone is so fucking sexy.

  She leans forward, runs her tongue over the scars on my throat and I nearly break. Fuck. I push a finger insider her and she whimpers. Want ripples through me with such
force I can barely think straight. I push a second finger in and my cock jumps, aching to switch places with my hand.

  I still my hand inside her and her eyes flash open. “Don’t stop.”

  “Ride my fingers. Show me how much you want my cock.”

  Her hips move shamelessly, a girl taking what she needs. Fucking sexy. She gyrates, grinding with an urgency that sends electrical charges through me. She grows wetter, slicker with each pump, and my mouth waters, wanting a taste. Her pulse throbs wildly at the base of her neck and with my fingers still inside her, I press my lips to her throat. Her entire body quakes.

  I let her hands go and they fall to my shoulders, her touch like fire on my skin. Her fingernails drag skin as she rocks into me, her pussy tightening around my fingers as her climax mounts.

  “I’m . . . Oh, yes . . .”

  I drop to my knees, none too gently drag her pants down, and bury my face between her legs. I lick, nibble, and bite at her like a starved predator who’s just taken down his prey. Ravenous, greedy, I take her clit into my mouth and suck so hard, she grabs the back of my head and bucks against me. Her body trembles, and her pussy swells. My throat dries and I moan my approval, desperate to hydrate myself with her juices. Thirsty for a taste, I brush my fingers over the hot bundles of nerves inside her, and press hot openmouthed kisses to her pussy.

  A cry rips from her, and she clenches hard around my finger. I thrust into her again, and try to drag air into my lungs as her hot juices drip down my hand.

  “Yes,” she whimpers, moving against my fingers and riding out the sweet sensations. I slide up her body, and when her pussy stops trembling, she crumbles against me. I scoop her up, carry her to the bed and set her on the edge. Dim eyes full of want stare up at me as I shrug out of my jacket and tug my T-shirt over my shoulders. Dark eyes widen as she takes in my scars. I’m used to it. In fact most women are turned on by it, but not Summer. No, her eyes are filled with concern. Fucking worry.

  Time slows for a minute, the seconds between heartbeats lengthening, stretching, a slow drag, a hard thump. I suck in a sharp breath to kick-start it, then clench down on my back teeth hard enough to crack them.

  “I’m fine,” I say, my voice coming out harder than I intended.

  She reaches for me, and I touch her shoulders and force her down on her knees. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.” I rip open my pants and free my cock. Yeah, I’m big, and my size shocks most women. But not Summer. She licks her lips like she’s eager to take every inch of me. Jesus.

  I step into her, take my cock into my hand and stroke it. Not to get it ready. I’ve been ready since we were teens. Summer wets her lush mouth. Hot and possessive, she leans forward and draws me in as deeply as possible. Her other hand goes to my balls, and they draw up as she massages. I pull her hair back, and nearly shoot down her throat when I find her glancing up at me, her eyes dark, sexy, enjoying every second of this as much as I am.

  She twirls her tongue around my crown, and dips into the precum. My veins fill with heated blood, and she presses her tongue to them. The soft, sexy moan of pleasure is pretty much more than I can take. I grip her shoulders, draw her up and nudge her until she’s sitting on the bed.

  “Naked. Now.”

  I stand perfectly still, watching, waiting as her fingers work her blouse. Impatience runs through me and I’m seconds from tearing her shirt wide open when she eases it from her shoulders. My gaze drops to her black lace bra. Black lace bra. Kill me fucking now.

  She reaches behind her back, unhooks it and lets it fall to the floor. My gaze zeroes in on the most perfect breasts I’ve ever set eyes on. Pale nipples, hard, sweet, beckoning my mouth. Who am I to disappoint?

  I kick my pants and shorts off and drop to my knees. Her soft hands tangle through my hair and she arches when I give a long slow pass with my tongue. I linger at her chest, pretty sure I’ve found heaven.

  “Yes, just like that,” she murmurs.

  I turn my attention to the other nipple, and knead her breasts, grazing her with my teeth and squeezing a little harder than I normally would, but fuck . . . Heat builds in the room and I feel like I’m sixteen again, jacked up on testosterone.

  I grab my pants, and pull out a condom. I toss it onto the bed as I give her a little shove. She falls back, and I nearly lose my shit then and there when she widens her legs in sweet invitation. I stand there for a moment, trying to remember how to breathe.

  Tonight sweet Summer is all mine. Finally.

  I rip into the foil with my teeth and quickly sheathe myself. I slide onto the bed, and grip her thighs. I squeeze hard enough to leave a bruise as I widen them even more, my gaze going to her wet pink pussy. I drop down on her, pressing her into the mattress with all my weight, restraining her beneath me.

  Her legs lift, wrap around me, squeeze my waist, and I reposition myself between her thighs.

  I push her damp hair from her face. “I’m going to fuck you like this the first time so I can watch you come. But next time, I’m going to flip you over, tie your hands to that bedpost, and do whatever I want to you.” I stare at her for a moment, watch her mouth open and close. “Just wanted to let you know.”

  “Okay,” she whimpers, but the heat in her eyes tells me it’s from excitement not fear.

  I look between our bodies. “I want you to take all of me, every inch.” I have no idea why I’m asking that of her. I only ever needed a few inches inside to get off. But for some unknown reason I needed to be buried in her, balls fucking deep. I press my palms to her bent knees, and position my cock at her sweet opening. I meet her eyes waiting for an answer.

  “Yes,” she whispers, and then I don’t hear anything else. I drive into her, pounding into her sweet pussy with a ferociousness that slams the headboard against the wall. Her nails scratch at my back, and I ride her. She’s so tight and hot, I summon every ounce of control I possess to hang on. Her hips rise up to meet my thrusts, and I pump a few more times before I shift to watch my cock slide in and out. Man, that’s so hot.

  Feeling a little out of control, I press a finger to her clit, and she whimpers. “I need to get deeper. Tell me you can take me deeper?”

  “Yes.”

  I power my hips forward and work my cock inside, giving her more inches than I’ve ever given anyone. I expected resistance, and I am careful not to hurt her, but her body opens for me, taking me in, swallowing me whole.

  Un-fucking-believable.

  Once I’m all the way in I still, and capture her mouth. Her pussy clenches around me, holds me tight and I groan. Jesus everything about her feels so good. I devour her sensual mouth, suck her bottom lip. Her hands rake over me with aroused eagerness and she moves her hips, wanting more.

  I pull almost all the way out and piston back into her. She gasps, and I repeat the motion. It’s insane how good it feels. She whimpers as I fuck her, and it reduces me to a mass of quivering need. Pleasure races, takes hold, controls. Makes me fucking mad. Restraint a thing of the past, I ram. Heavy thrust. Rough. She moans with every surge.

  She breathes unevenly against my neck. I inch back to see her but she looks gone, lost in ecstasy. I fucking love this look on her. A lot. Too much.

  I place trembling arms on either side of her head, my blood pulsing hot, burning me from the inside out. I come down hard, my pubic bone stroking her clit, and her pussy squeezes, followed by a hot flow of release. Her breath becomes jagged as she cries out. Fuck yes. With my body thrumming, entirely lost in the moment—in Summer—I pump furiously, refusing to give in to the sensation. But when her pussy tightens around my entire length, her hot heat frying my last working brain cell, I shudder in surrender and let go. I pulse inside her, throb with an intensity unlike ever before. Christ.

  I fall down next to her and she moans when I pull her to me. My heart crashes as I gather her into my arms. She rests her head against my chest, her other hand flattens on my stomach. As she touches me, I kind of want to ask her to stay for breakfast, spend
the afternoon, go for a motorcycle ride, and quilt a fucking blanket. Christ almighty. What the fuck is going on? Eyes closed she shifts, and puts her head on my shoulder. Her breath is hot on my neck.

  “Sean,” she whispers against my temple, her breathing changing, becoming even.

  I watch her as she sleeps, and fight my own exhaustion, desperate to stay awake so I can take her again. I shut my eyes for a brief second, and when I open them again, a hint of light is glinting in through the crack in the curtains. I hear movement at the foot of the bed, and glance up to see Summer tiptoeing to the door, shoes in hand. Her long dark hair, mussed from sex and sleep, falls over her back, and I want to tug it again, to pin her beneath me and force her mouth to mine. My heart speeds up and I can’t let her go. Not yet.

  “Your hair,” I say, my voice rough and scratchy from arousal.

  “What?” She turns back and I glance at her over the blankets.

  “It’s so different.”

  Her face pales, a flash of unease passes through her gaze. “From what?”

  I stare at her. What does she mean “from what”? After last night, is she still seriously pretending not to know me, to deny that there’s a little something more going on here?

  “You know. From when we were kids.”

  She goes still. Too still. I push down on my elbows and lever myself up, but she holds her hand out to stop me. “I think you might have me confused me with someone else,” she says. “We don’t know each other.”

  What the fuck? This is Summer Wheeler, and she damn well knows who I am, too. She whispered my name for fuck’s sake. I’m about to tell her that we’re way past anonymity when she turns and dashes out the door. I make a move to go after her but then stop myself. Shit, any girl who straight up lies about her identity, and pretends not to know me after moaning my name can bring me nothing but trouble, and since trouble is something I’m trying to avoid right now, it’s best I let her go.