Page 38 of Rock Me

I nod, nauseated over what came next.“In the office, a year later, and this time, Mom didn’t beg him to take her back.She announced she was leaving him for Tom.Which meant Dad had a choice.He could walk away, be bought out according to the partnership agreement, and leave the business he’d built or come to work every day and face them.Together.”

“He opted for the buyout?”Summer guesses.

“He did.He put the money in the bank and wallowed in self-pity.That’s when the drinking began.Of course, I didn’t find out all the details until I was older.And after Dad began to drink… and ramble and admit the sad family truths.”

“And your mother?What happened?”

“She and Tom married.Had kids of their own.”My stomach cramps at the reminder of the parent I no longer have.I thought I’d come to terms with it, but repeating the story now fucking hurts.“I wanted nothing to do with them then, and it hasn’t changed now.Because she let Dad raise me.She didn’t bother with me, signed over full custody because she couldn’t deal with the friction with Dad.”

Summer holds out her arms, and despite not wanting pity for my pathetic childhood, I climb beside her.She lays her head against my chest in a gesture of comfort.

“Was he a good father?”she asks.

“He was physically present,” I say.“That’s the best I can say.I had food on the table and a parent at home because he was too depressed to find a job or try to create a new business.While I lived at home, he tried, a little, to be there.”

But I saw him withdraw into himself, to decline over the years until he was no longer the man he once was.“What I took away from watching my father was to never repeat my mistakes.Taking her back was a huge error in judgment.He wanted to believe the marriage he had was real, but he’d obviously missed something key in their relationship, because she betrayed him a second time.”

“That’s sad,” she murmurs.“I’m sorry.It explains why you were so hesitant to get involved with me again.”

My smile is grim.“I learned not to trust in much,” I admit.“Add to that I was just hurt and angry at myself that I was stupid enough to violate my contract and lose my job.”

“Stupid enough to get involved with me?”she asks, smiling despite the conversation.

“I couldn’t resist you, Summer.Then or now.”

Her face lights up at my words.And since I’ll have to deal with the fallout of my father’s actions tomorrow, tonight I want to get lost in Summer’s arms.

***

Summer

When Ben turnstoward me, I can read the need in his eyes.Desire is there, but so is the yearning to get lost and replace his pain with something else.Something I can provide.

I sit up on my knees and lift his shirt, pausing to glide my palms up the light coating of hair on his chest and over his nipples, scratching with my nails before I ease the shirt over his head and toss it onto the floor.I take in his muscled forearms and pecs, his tanned skin, and lean down for a taste.

I follow the reverse path with my mouth, gliding my lips over his chest, teasing his nipples with my tongue and teeth before licking my way down to the waistband of his shorts.

He grips my breasts in his hands as I move, tweaking my nipples, moisture flooding my underwear, desire rushing through me.With his help, we remove his pants and boxer briefs, his cock huge and erect, his naked body mine to explore.

The problem is, he obviously doesn’t want slow, because he rips my panties off with a swift tug and lifts me, positioning me over his straining shaft.My legs quiver, barely holding me up, the feel of his pulsing heat between my thighs a heady thing.

I am gone for him but not so far gone that I’m not aware of the situation.At least not yet.

“Condom,” I manage to croak out, not easily with my body softening and demanding to be filled by his thick erection.

“At least someone’s thinking,” he says with a shake of his head.

I hold myself up on her knees, waiting while he leans over and pulls a packet from the nightstand drawer, where we stashed our supply, and covers himself with the condom.

He quickly returns his hands to my hips, lifting me up and placing me over his hard cock once more.I slide down a tiny bit, a tease of sorts, clenching him tight inside me, feeling him as he parts my slick heat.

His big body reverberates, and he groans aloud, a sexy sound of torment I enjoy, and I take him in a little more.And a little more, deliberately torturing him with a slow dance of seduction, at least the slowest I can manage with the flutters of desire beating inside me, growing larger the more of him I take into my body.He grips my hips, his fingertips digging ever harder into my skin until I am sure he’ll leave marks.

Unable to take it any longer, I release my grip on his shaft and slide down hard on top of him, accepting his thick length inside me completely.

“Ride me,” he says in a gritty voice.

“With pleasure.”I grasp his hands in mine, holding on as I begin to slide up and down, a steady beat that allows him to thrust into me over and over, each pass ending with a grind of my sex against his pelvis.Every press of our bodies causing a shock of pleasure to rush over me, stronger each time.