Mine for the Summer Page 4

  She thought about everything that they'd shared. Memories raced into her head. Of their trip to Prague. Of the puny mustache that he'd grown for Movember. Of how he'd driven her once for hours to a U-pick farm because she'd had the need to make strawberry jam.

  "Please," Matt said. "Don't do this to us. Don't let this … this little blip wreck our future together."

  Tess groaned and clutched her temples.

  She stared at Matt, the golden boy, who never let himself get a pound overweight. She heard her mother's voice in her head. Of course he was going to cheat on her. He was a man. It was in his DNA to cheat.

  And surely, she reasoned, it would be better to stick to the cheating man she knew than to find a new one, who would break her heart again.

  "Okay," she said.

  Matt made a whooping sound. He leaped up from the stump, bounded up to her and swallowed her into a hug. For a second, Tess recoiled. Then she hugged him back. His aftershave smelt muskier than Conner's, she thought. It was like Matt needed all of those musky pheromones to prove that he was a real man.

  Matt broke off the hug and glanced up at the sky. "It looks like it's about to chuck it down. Let's head back to the old lady's house."

  She has a name, Tess thought. She's called Granny P.

  "I don't know," Tess said. "It might be fun to run along the beach in the rain."

  Matt laughed. "That's my sweet, silly girl."

  ****

  They set off back over the rocks, past sea glass and sand dollars. Tess watched a crow swoop down and try to peck out the insides of an oyster. The air became thicker by the second. Sweat tricked down her back. The clouds had switched from grey to almost black.

  They went up the steps in the cliff then started the trek to Granny P's place.

  "Hey," Matt said, "When we get to the house, why don't you go online and see if you can change your flight to tomorrow? It'll be cool if we can fly home together."

  Tess's stomach dropped. What? He wanted her to leave Vancouver already.

  "But what about Widget?" she said.

  "Who?"

  "The cat."

  Matt made a tsking sound. "Cats are self-sufficient. It can just eat birds or something."

  "But I promised Granny P."

  "If you fly with me tomorrow," Matt said. "You'll be back for the end of the month."

  "What? So that I can cover my half of the rent?"

  "No, no. That's not what I'm saying at all. I just meant that it would be nice to be together again. You know, sitting by the TV and eating one of your lovely home-cooked meals."

  Suddenly, Tess wished that she was back on the park bench with Conner again, smelling suntan oil and listening to the music of his voice while the ocean stretched in front of her.

  She stopped on the pavement and turned to him. "I'm sorry."

  Matt stopped walking. "About what?"

  "About this … I can't … I'm done with you."

  "Nonsense." Matt's tone was brisk. "You're not thinking straight because you're still jet-lagged."

  Tess realized that she'd never been thinking more clearly in her life.

  "You need to get your stuff," she said.

  Matt grabbed her arm. His fingers dug into the flesh on the underside of her arm.

  "Listen, you fat bitch," he snarled. "I just spent £600 on flights."

  Tess shook him off. A strange calm washed over her. "I want you to get your things and go."

  ****

  They walked in silence to Granny P's house. In silence, Matt fetched his bag from the living room. While he was doing this, Tess called him a taxi, which she guessed would take him to a hotel downtown.

  She showed him out of the door. Then she waited in the outside porch area with him for the taxi to arrive. She wanted to check that he was really leaving.

  The cab came. It switched on its hazard lights and pulled up to the curb. Matt marched down the steps with his bag. Without a backwards look, he climbed into the cab. Moments later, the taxi roared off.

  Tess was just about to go inside when she heard a growl of thunder. The storm was about to hit. Damn it, she thought. She was going to go to the beach. She wasn't beholden to Matt anymore.

  As she walked to the beach, a drop of rain fell onto the nape of her neck and trickled in a cold line over the first bump of her spine. Splat another rain drop fell onto her. Then another. Soon, the rain began to fall so fast that she was no longer able to register the individual drops. By the time she reached the beach, it came down in sheets.

  She walked along the sand. She was the only person there. Even the seagulls seemed to be hiding. Thunder boomed. Out to sea, past the tankers, she spotted flashes of lightning. Her shorts and top grew heavier as she walked. Rain dripped from her hair and her chin. But it felt good. It was like the rain was cleansing her and she was starting over.

  ****

  Tess didn't know why she left the beach. She didn't make a conscious decision to go. Her body took over. She found herself walking back past the houses then jumping over the puddles along Granny P's path. She climbed the steps up to the doors of the duplex. But rather than letting herself into Granny P's house, she pressed Conner's doorbell.

  No one answered. Tess stood shivering. Her teeth rattled like castanets. She rang again. Still no answer. With a groan, she slumped down onto the walkway. She leaned against the side of the house and buried her face into her hands.

  Nothing was going her way.

  She was never going to be happy again.

  She heard a noise. Her heart jumped. She whipped her head around and stared up. Conner stood in the doorway. He was bare-chested and had a towel wrapped around his powerful haunches. He'd clearly just got out of the shower.

  His looked down at Tess. His lips twitched.

  "Christ," he said. "Did you swim here?"

  Tess got to her feet. "Stop laughing at me."

  "I wasn't laug—"

  "No." Tess cut in. "Let me speak. If I don't talk now, I'm never going to have the guts to say what I want to say. I don't want another boyfriend. I'm never going to fall in love again or get hurt by another man. But your offer. What you said on the beach … the summer fling … like to hell with it. I've been so hurt that I want to be happy even if it's only for a short while."

  Conner's eyes glowed. "You want to be fuck buddies?"

  "You make it sound so classy."

  But at the term “fuck buddies”, Tess realized that her had nipples hardened. Something snapped inside her, and she shot straight into Conner's muscular arms.

  Chapter Eight

  Conner hugged Tess for a second then pulled back. "So you really want to have a summer fling?"

  His dark eyes probed her face.

  She nodded.

  He grinned. "Okay, you're on. You're mine for the summer."

  It was statement, not a question.

  Mine for the summer. It sounded sexy, Tess thought. But she didn't want him to own her. She was about to correct him and tell him that she didn't belong to anyone, thank you very much, when she was distracted by the most glorious sight. A line of dark hair stretched down from Conner's bellybutton. It disappeared beneath the towel, clearly leading toward his pubic bone.

  The thunder crashed.

  They both jumped.

  "You're soaking," he said. "Get inside."

  He ushered into the living room. Everything was white. Low, modern furniture sat on the white carpet. Abstract paintings graced the white walls. By the flatscreen TV stood a state-of-the-art sound system.

  Conner unwound the towel from around his hips. Then he wrapped it around her shoulders.

  He stood in front of her, naked. Tess gasped. It felt like all of the oxygen had left the air. God, he was beautiful. Not that he seemed to know it. She took in the width of his chest and his narrow hips. His abs were like a washboard.

  She eyed his cock. Now she really couldn't breathe. It had to be a good nine inches. And it was so thick. It was nothing like Matt'
s. She'd never had a penis that big inside her. Would it even fit, she wondered?

  "I want you," Conner said. "I want to fuck you so hard that you'll be sore for a week."

  Tess's blood fizzed. Was it possible to come just by someone talking dirty?

  Conner leaned into close.

  "Tess." His breath was hot in her ear. "You've no idea how much I've wanted you. Ever since I tasted your sweet little cunt. Do you like it rough?"

  Tess gave a sharp inhale of breath.

  "Try me," she said.

  She'd never had it rough before with Matt. Rough, no. Dull, yes. But Conner had spanked her and she'd enjoyed that, so perhaps she did like sex wilder.

  Conner kissed her. Softly, he bit her lip. She cried out. The pain was good. She bit his lip back and tasted his blood. He kissed her with an animal-like passion. It was as if she'd triggered something deep within him that he was no longer able to control. She loved the effect that she was having on him.

  Still kissing, he moved her backwards until he had her pinned against the wall. His body pressed hard against hers. She could almost see the testosterone pouring out of him. He was so goddamn male.

  He yanked down her skirt. It came down easily because of the elastic waistband. She stepped out of it. He pulled her top off over her head. Now she was down to her panties and bra. They weren't a matching set. Not that Conner seemed to care.

  He stared at her breasts, which spilled like half moons over the cups of her bra. She sensed him eye the gorge of her cleavage. Her nipples ached to be sucked. Bitten, even. He took her hand and put it on his cock.

  "Stroke it," he ordered.

  Tess didn't need to be told a second time. She wanted to stroke his dick, she really did. She wanted to make it stiffen and twitch, although she doubted that she could make it go any harder. It was already impossibly stiff. Pre-cum glistened on the tip.

  She circled her hand around the impressive girth. A groan tore from Conner's throat.

  Tess moved her hand up and down his member, slowly at first then faster.

  Conner clenched his teeth. "Yeah. Yeah, that's right, baby."

  She could tell that he was lost now, that he'd surrendered himself to the motion of her hand. But she knew that if she didn't stop now, that he was going to come. And she wanted to feel his cock inside her.

  She stopped stroking.

  He looked at her then raised an eyebrow. "Oh, it's like that, is it? You get to decide when you're going to stop? Do you think that you've got all of the power? Not so, baby girl. I'm going to make you beg."

  Tess gasped. It was like his words had a direct line to her clit.

  He reached behind her and felt for her bra strap. Skillfully, he unhooked the clasp and the bra fell onto the carpet.

  "Get on your knees," he said.

  Her knees? Confused but excited, Tess knelt on the carpet.

  "Wait here," Connor said. "If I come back and see that you've moved, I'm going to discipline you."

  Discipline? Holy hell, Tess thought.

  She watched him disappear out of the living room. She stayed on her knees. The waiting … oh, the waiting. It heightened her anticipation and arousal like she never could have dreamed.

  A few moments later, Conner returned with a silver square of foil. He turned away from her as he put on the condom.

  He came behind her.

  "Get on all fours," he said.

  Tess got onto all fours. She felt him part the cheeks of her ass. He spat on her slit.

  "Just to lube you up," he murmured. "Not that you need it, baby. I've never seen a pussy so wet. I'm going to slide straight in. I'm going to fuck you so raw that you won't be able to sit down. Do you want me? Say it, baby. Say that you want my cock in your cunt."

  "I do," Tess groaned.

  "No, say it."

  "I want your cock in my cunt."

  "What's that? I didn't quite catch that. Louder."

  "I want your cock in my cunt."

  "Oh, you're going to get it all right."

  She felt the head of Conner's dick. It cruised forward and backwards over the edge of her slit. A strange sound came from her lips. Her breath was ragged. She tried to edge her cunt backwards so that she could push it into him. But he must have inched a millimeter back.

  He kept it up, the forwards and backwards motion over her opening. Her ache for him was so strong that it hurt. She turned to look at him, pleadingly, over her shoulder. He held her gaze. Cream slid down her inner thighs.

  "You're a tease," she said.

  He smiled at her. "Damn right, I am." His eyes were heavy-lidded. He looked drunk with lust.

  "Now, I'm going to fuck you," he said.

  Adrenaline pulsed through Tess's body. This was really going to happen. The hottest guy that she'd ever met was going to screw her. She felt his hands come up and grab her hips. This gorgeous amazing man was actually going to fuck her. He was going to…

  Wham. Conner thrust his dick inside her, right up to the hilt.

  The thrust was so hard and deep that Tess cried out. She felt her eyes roll back into her head. It had felt like his cock was going to go right through her body and was coming to come out through her mouth.

  "Again?" Conner asked.

  "Yeah, ruin my pussy."

  He gave a hoarse laugh. "You're going to need crutches by the time I've finished with you."

  He began to fuck her hard, moving in and out of her like a jackhammer. Tess heard the thud of his balls against her. She registered the slap of skin on skin. On and on. Christ, he had stamina. It was harder than she'd ever been fucked in her life. Sweat beaded her forehead. The carpet rubbed her knees. It was giving her carpet burn, but she didn't care. All she wanted was this. All that was important was happening right now. Now.

  Conner's hand moved to her clit. He pressed his thumb on the nub and began to rub it. Tess made a whinnying sound. It was too much. She couldn't take it. She clenched the muscles in her sex, and, using all of the strength, she pushed him out.

  There was a moment's pause. It had clearly taken Conner several seconds to register what had happened. She expected him to be mad.

  "Was it too much, baby?" he asked gently.

  She nodded.

  "Sh. It's okay," he murmured. "Come with me. You need to cool down."

  She stood up, unsteadily. She felt shaky all over. Conner took her hand. He entwined his fingers through hers. He led her naked through the living room, along a hallway and into a bedroom that had the biggest bed that Tess had ever seen. The mattress was like a football pitch. It sat on a sleigh-shaped frame.

  Conner laid Tess down onto the sheets. The silk felt soft against her skin.

  "Feeling cooler now? he asked.

  When she didn't answer, he started to smother her face with butterfly kisses. He kissed down her neck to the base of her throat.

  "Feeling cooler now?" he asked.

  "No, not really. You're kissing me. How am I supposed to be cool and calm?"

  Conner grinned.

  He got up from the bed. "I've got something that will cool you down."

  He hurried out of bedroom. Moments later, he returned, carrying something behind his back.

  "Close your eyes," he said.

  Tess felt a tingle of anticipation. Why did she need to close her eyes?

  She shut them as she lay on the mattress. She was aware of him leaning over her. Then she felt a jolt of cold on her nipple.

  She gasped. Her eyes flew open. Conner was pressing an ice cube to the nipple, which stuck up like a matchstick. There were goosebumps around it. Water dripped from the cube and snick-snacked down her skin.

  Conner kept the cube pressed her skin. He moved it between her breasts, over the mound of her stomach then through her thatch—thank God she'd trimmed it—to the pumped up lips of her pussy, which pushed through her hair. He lifted the ice cube away. She expected him to put it back down there, but he didn't. He held the cube. Water dripped from the gaps between his fing
ers onto her bush.

  Tess bucked her hips up, trying to reach the ice cube.

  Conner's dark eyes glowed. "Move again and I'll stop."

  Please, please don't stop, she thought. Her breath was shallow. She realized that she'd balled her fingers into fists.

  With every ounce of strength in her being, she made herself lie flat down onto the sheet again. She stayed motionless, waiting for Conner's next move.

  He popped the ice cube into his mouth. Then he got onto his elbows on the bed. He pushed her legs apart, put his mouth to her slit, then, with his tongue, pushed the ice cube up inside her.

  Tess tensed. Oh my. The cube gave her a delicious chill inside.

  "Cooler now?" Conner asked.

  The ice cube became so cold that it almost burned. Conner seemed to sense this because he put his mouth to her sex and sucked out the cube.

  He grabbed her breast and tugged the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Tess yelped. She arched herself toward him. He ground his penis into her pussy, dry humping her. Then he slid his cock into her channel.

  He began to grind inside her in a figure-eight motion. He was hitting something deep within her. Tess felt like she had boarded a wave, which was cresting toward the beach.

  As he fucked her, Conner stared down at her. His eyes drew her in.

  "You're mine for the summer," he said.

  Yes, I'm your little fuck toy, Tess thought.

  She wanted to say this because she knew that it would turn him on. But the wave she was riding had grown bigger. Her top lip curled. She didn't want to come. She hated the thought of this ending.

  To steady herself, she reached down and grabbed the sheet. She wanted Conner to pause for a second or to slow down or to at least stop the glorious figure-eight motion that was hitting her in all of the right places.

  "I'm going to come." Her words came out in a gasp.

  "Don't give into it, my sweet girl. Keep riding it."

  But how could she ride it? When the wave was taking over the whole of her body.

  Conner withdrew out of her.

  She stared at him, dismayed. "Why have you stopped?"