Free Fall (Free Fall Vol. 1): (Loving Summer #6: The Donovan Brothers #3) (3 page)

Chapter
5

Nat

I
was in trouble. Big trouble. I never thought
I’d run into Summer by herself without Drew before the wedding. I wanted the
image of those two together, as a couple, always together as inseparable as
could be, burn into my mind, into my memories to erase everything I felt for
and cared about Summer as a lover.

I
wanted to think of her as my sister-in-law first and foremost, and to think of
her as the only and better half of Drew Donovan. Mrs. Drew Donovan, only as
Drew’s girl who was already taken and not available.

Not
this hot siren who just flew into my room, looking like she wanted to be
fucked.

I
let out a loud growl as I took off my towel and head into the showers, looking
down to see that indeed, I was definitely a man who was willing and wanting to
fuck her.

I
turned on the shower, made sure it was as cold as it could be, and stepped in.
After a while of stroking and taming my hardness with the cold, I finally got
my lust back in order.

Damn,
you’d think I was some kind of adolescent school boy, a love sick puppy, the
way my body reacted to her…the sight of her standing there with her full
breasts nearly popping out of her sheer bra, the scent of her skin smelling
like jasmine and oranges, the light cascading through her hair from behind her,
highlighting them like a halo, reminding me of the sunlight that seemed to
radiate from her whenever I saw her.

I’ve
waited ten years to get over her and her decision, yet it was as if time stood
still. We were the lost teens back at Aunt Sookie’s Pad. We were helplessly and
hopelessly in love with each other, but we never knew how to let each other
know it and to act on it until we went to college.

I
know deep down that I always will love this girl, but being with her forever,
that was something I didn’t think I could ever have with her.

So,
I gave her up.  She was Drew’s girl now, and I have to live with it.

Just
like I have to live with the man I’ve become.

I’ve
gone through so many identities when I was working secretly for the FBI, that I
couldn’t remember who I was sometimes. I’ve traveled the world, assuming
different aliases, becoming a “ninja” - a spy who secretly gathered information
and even a “raven” - a spy who seduced his way for information. I’ve seduced
and slept with so many women to get information out of them to help the agency,
I didn’t get excited about sex as I did initially. None of them could get me as
aroused as I was just looking at Summer. Not even the most beautiful
women…countess, supermodels, and mistresses of powerful me could compare to
Summer.

I’ve
led a very exciting, very adventurous life as an agent chasing the bad guys and
then becoming an entrepreneur on the side, and building a bunch of lucrative
businesses which I grew and sold. I finally held just one and became an angel
investor while still traveling the world, looking for the very guys who were
trying to hunt me down.

To
accomplish all that, I had to assume so many identities over the years, I
couldn’t remember who was who any longer. 

Until
I received Summer’s invitation…it hit me like a ton of bricks that I had to do
this, be here, as Nat Donovan, for the first time in years, so I can put things
behind me and have closure as Nat Donovan.

In
public that is.

Because
the Nat Donovan everyone knew back when he went off to Afghanistan, died.

Only
Drew, our father, Rachel, and eventually Summer knew I was still alive but
under a protection program that changed my entire identity to keep me and
everyone around me safe from the crime lords that ran the worldwide hack ring I
infiltrated and exposed. Ever since then, I haven’t been Nat Donovan. It was
too dangerous to come out as Nat Donovan…until now.

After
I dried myself off and got dressed in a grey Armani suit, a crisp white custom
linen shirt, and black Prada loafers, I reached for my phone.

“Yes,
Mr. Donovan,” a man with a British accent answered.

“Any
updates on The Dragon?” I asked.

“Our
guys trailed him to the port. Seems as though he’d disappeared onto a freight
cargo ship.”

“So
he’s left Hong Kong?” I said, already knowing the answer. “Any idea where he’s
heading?”

“Your
guess is as good as mine, boss,” Hector said.

“And
that’s why I’m the boss,” I sighed. “I’m always one step ahead of you.” I ran
my hand through my hair, not caring that I was mussing it up. “Get the team in
Hong Kong to brief the team in Los Angeles about the Dragon. They need to know
and be prepare for what they’re up against when he shows up, and I need for
them to be able to provide the level of security I need them to be at when this
Dragon shows up. This guy means business, and the fact we lost track of him
right when I need the most security against him is disturbing, to say the
least.”

“I’ll
get on it, boss,” Hector said.

“I’m
not going to let another slip up happen to get someone I cared about killed on
my watch,” I said.

“I’m
on my way to catch a flight to Los Angeles,” Hector said.

“Good
and bring Luis with you,” I said.

Hector
hesitated for a second before asking. “Um, if I may, boss, but why Luis?”

“Because,
Hector,” I said, “he’s someone who won’t hesitate to take a bullet for me.”

“Better
him than me,” Hector said.

“That’s
why I have Luis with you Hector. And with you, I know you can’t lie to me even
if someone was to pull off all your nails one by one.”

“True,”
Hector said. “I’m not a good liar.”

“So
that’ why you’re coming here with Luis,” I said.

“Right,
boss,” he said.

“Now
go get pack and on the plane. I’ve got some unfinished business to take care of
right now.”

“As
you say, boss,” Hector said, and he hung up.

I
packed up my bags, and got rid of any evidence I was in the room. What was I
thinking, coming out as Nat Donovan right now when the last of the crime ring
boss – The Dragon, was still out there. Of course he would get a whiff of me
through some informant or other lowlife out to make a quick buck, and head on
out to find me.

I
swore, I’d get ready and be prepared for him, when he shows up.  Especially
when he shows up.  It wasn’t my wedding, but I’ll be damn if he does anything
to ruin Summer’s wedding.  Even if I have to get him first.

Chapter
6

Drew

A
ll the efforts of preparing the hotel suite
with rose petals on the bed, scented candles that smelled like sweet vanilla
cream, and a warm bubble bath seem worth it when a bedraggled-looking Summer
flew into the room, looking flush and even windswept.

It
was time I pamper my sweet overworked Summer with a lot of my Drew-signature
loving. She was so dedicated to her work, deciding to become a doctor because
of what happened to Aunt Sookie, that she often worked for hours, forgetting to
eat or sleep, just so she can help save another life. I didn’t think I could be
more proud of Summer for all that she’d accomplished, graduating from USC two
years earlier and then straight into med school despite her work with managing
Aunt Sookie’s Acting Academy, but I was.  Here was my Summer, who had always
been my rock when I was tired and down, looking like she’d lost her beloved
cat. I had to make this night all about her. I had to make her forget all her
stress and worries, if only for one night.

I
walked up to her and hugged her, enveloping her tightly in my arms. Then I bent
down to take her face in my hands.

“I
thought you’d never come, that you were lost in traffic. But here you are,” I
said, smiling. “Like a breath of fresh air!”

I
thought she would smile when I said that. She usually did when I made an
attempt to be extra cheerful.  It worked all the time when we would teach the
little kids at the acting academy. I would act silly and exaggerate all my
expressions to get the little ones laughing and having fun in class, and Summer
would laugh right along with them. Those were the moments I felt were so
special.  Not just when we were alone and making passionate love, but when we
were with other people, especially kids, and we seemed so together, like we were
on the same wavelength, on the same planet. We wouldn’t have to say a word, and
we could tell what we were both thinking. I guess that’s what being in a loving
relationship was like, especially one like ours which was built on a strong
foundation of friendship first.

“Summer?”
I turned her face to look directly into mine. She looked like she saw a ghost,
almost dazed-looking as I took off her jacket and led her over to sit on the
bed. I began unbuttoning her blouse, while I kissed the top of her head and
moved my lips down to her cheeks and then her mouth.

I
kissed her gently at first and when I tasted her sweet mouth, my tongue delve
in to taste hers, swirling with it and pressing into her harder, until she was
moaning and kissing me back.

            I
pulled away a second to whisper into her ear, “I’ve prepared a warm bath for
you, baby. It’ll help you relax.”

            I
finished unbuttoning her blouse, pulled it back, and was awarded with the sight
of her full firm breasts peeping out of her sheer bra. Her pink round nipples
were already hard and poking through the sheer fabric of her bra. Honestly,
those bra makers, what were they thinking when they made sheer bras for women
with big heavenly breasts like Summer’s. Did they think they would really
provide any support for them at all with that barely there fabric? As I thought
and always said to Summer, women were better off wearing no bras and letting
their beautiful breasts hang loose and free.  If they did, then both women and
men would be happier.

My
eyes drank in her full breasts, and bent down my head to lick her nipples
through her bra. She reacted by arching her back and pushing her breasts
forward towards me, towards my hungry mouth.

I
was getting through to her, and enjoying it immensely myself. I licked her
right nipple with one long lick, twirling my tongue around and around the tip
of her nipple. “You like that,” I said.

She
nodded.

“How
about this?” I walked over to the bar, poured some chilled champagne into a
wine glass, and came back to Summer, who was sitting there, with her eyes
closed. “Keep your eyes closed. I want you to feel this.” I slipped on a black
silk mask over her eyes and unclasped her bra. I took a sip of the chilled wine
and kissed her, letting the delicious wine flow into her mouth.”

“Hmm,”
she sighed.

I
drank some more and kissed her again, letting the wine trickle into her mouth
while I kissed her and sucked gently on her tongue. With my free hand, not
holding the wine glass, I dipped my fingers into the chilled wine and trailed
my fingers down her breast, circling her nipples and down the soft skin of her
stomach to the waistband of her skirt. I didn’t have the patience to unbutton
and take off her skirt, so I reached underneath her skirt, pulled down her wet
panties, and rubbed her swollen clit with my wine-stained fingers, until she
was writhing beneath me.  I kissed my way up her stomach to her mouth and took
another sip of the wine, kissing her hard and letting the wine in my mouth pour
into hers. When she finished swallowing the wine and licked her lips, I brought
the two fingers I rubbed her clit with up to her mouth and pushed it in so she
can taste how delicious she was mixed with wine.

“Oh,
that is…” she began.

“Intoxicating,”
I said, my voice so husky with arousal.

“Yes,”
she purred as I took my fingers out of her mouth and plunged it into her sweet
pussy. I reached in and twisted my fingers, rubbing inside of her until she was
crying out, “Oh my God, I miss this.”

“It’s
been a while since I got to play with your sweet hot pussy, but tonight, it’s
all about pleasing and pleasuring my sweet sexy Summer,” I said, chuckling,
increasing the speed of my fingers as I pushed in harder and faster.

Summer
began panting. “I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you,” she said. 

That
got me so hot, with her pleading eyes, looking so wild in pleasure, and her
body writhing against my hand. I wasn’t into kink, except for experimenting
once in a while, but when she gave me that look of submission, it made my cock
twitch and grow with arousal. Fuck, Summer could get me wild, surprising me
with something new every time. “No, darling,” I said, playing along. “You don’t
deserve such pleasure.  You don’t deserve to have me touch you like this,
making you writhing and almost coming all over my hands. You’ve been a bad
girl, and I’ve got a mind to turn you over and…”

I
turned her around and placed my hand on her fully round bottom, enjoying how
perfect it was. With my free hand, I lightly spanked her, while my other
continued to plunder her with my fingers.  She moaned. “That sensation with your
hand on my butt and your other one…it just…oh…” she purred as I spanked her
again.

“You’ve
been very naughty, Summer,” I said sternly. “I think you don’t fully realize
how bad you’ve been,” I spanked her again and then unzipped my pants until I
was positioned against her sweet folds.  I rubbed my hard dick against her
while I spanked her again. 

“I’m
almost…” she cried.

I
plunged fast and hard into her, filling her to the root of me and heard her cry
out in ecstasy. I pulled out slowly letting her feel the full length of me
before I rushed back in again, knocking her up against the pillows with her
sweet ass in the air.  I held onto her waist while pushing myself in and
pulling out varying my rhythm while she wriggled up against me, matching me
with every rhythm. I couldn’t control myself any longer and began pumping and
thrusting harder and harder until we both cried out in pleasure.

As
soon as we cried out at the top of our lungs in bed, I noticed the door to our
suite had flown open, and a man dressed in a grey Armani suit was standing in
the doorway, brandishing a gun.

The
light from the hallway blinded me to seeing his face, but for a moment, I
thought I saw someone familiar.

The
man stepped into the room, and my confusion was replaced with alarm and a sense
of protection. Protection for the woman in my arms, from this man threatening
us with a gun. 

Who
was he, and what did he want with us?

Could
it be Summer’s attackers from years before? It couldn’t be the same nutcase who
tried to rape her and then tried to kill her at the theater. No, that night ten
years ago, was the night, I finally ended it, ended the harassment and terror
Summer was in because of her stalker.

I
killed that son-of-a-bitch for Summer, and if I had to do it again to protect
her, I would. Ghost or no ghost.

“Summer?”
the man called at the door. “Are you okay?”

Summer’s
face turned a bright red as she stared open-mouthed at the doorway, her ass
still pressed against my crotch. She tried to pull away and grab part of the
sheet from the bed to cover herself up, but it was futile. The sheets were too
bundled up to cover any part of her. Her ass was in the air facing this man as
clear as day. I moved over to block his view of her.

I
should be feeling modest for being buck naked in front of this man, but I
wasn’t.  I was angry, for the intrusion, but I wasn’t stupid. The man was still
holding a gun as he walked into the room, away from the light behind him. 

“I
heard you scream and I had to find you to see that nothing happened to you,”
the man’s familiar voice said.

He
took one more step so that he was now almost close to the edge of the bedroom
with a full view of Summer and I. He was staring at Summer with a look that was
filled with longing and concern.

Then
he turned towards me, and I recognized his bluish-green eyes and movie star
handsome face.

“Nat,”
I said, dumbfounded. “What brings you here?”

Nat
looked over at me, tearing his eyes away from Summer and her naked gorgeous
body. “I’m staying at this hotel, and I bumped into Summer not that long ago
down the hall that when I heard her scream, I had to find her to…”

“See
she’s okay,” I finished for him.

He
nodded.

I
pushed myself away from Summer’s sweaty body and straightened up. “As you can
see, she’s more than fine.”

“You
can say that again,” Nat said, shaking his head.

I
walked over to the bathroom, pulled on a robe, grabbed another one and came
over to cover Summer up. “I’m glad you still care about the welfare and safety
of my fiancée,” I said, rubbing the word “fiancée” in.

Nat
straightened up and put his gun away somewhere underneath his suit jacket.
“Under the circumstances, you can’t be too cautious.”

I
looked from Nat to Summer and back to Nat again. “Boy, you haven’t aged much,
Nat. You’re looking good.”

“I
could say the same for you,” Nat said, walking up to Drew and patting him on
the shoulders. We stared at each other for a minute or two before we pulled
each other in for a big brotherly hug.

My
eyes got a little teary, which wasn’t typical of me as I said, “I missed you
big bro. It’s been too damn long since I’ve seen your ugly face.”

“I
know,” Nat said, slapping my back. “I kinda missed you too.”

I
looked at him and noticed the slight lines that barely wrinkled his handsome
face, lines that told me that Nat’s been through some tough times over the
years he was gone, and I immediately felt all the hurt and anger for his
disappearance fade away. I was angry that he left so suddenly and never got
back in touch with us, but in my heart, I knew why.

“You
have your reasons,” I said. “It’s okay. Now you’re back safe and sound, and
that’s all that matters.”

Summer,
who was now wearing the robe I got for her, came up to us and smiled a happy
bright smile that lit the room up.  I saw Nat’s face literally transformed from
gloomy dark thoughts to one of pure happiness when he saw her smile.  “Now
we’re all back together,” she said. “I couldn’t be more happy than this.”

She
placed her arms around the two of us and tried to hug us both but we were too
big, having each become muscled-bound versions of our adolescent selves. It was
understandable too how Nat got big and strong. We both had to grow tougher and
get stronger being placed in the position and circumstances we were in.  After
Summer’s ordeal with the stalker who tried to kill her, I buffed up beyond
normal, feeling the need to be able to take on anyone who tried to harm her
again.

Looking
at Nat, I got the sense he did it for that very reason as well, but seeing how
he was armed to the hilt, I also knew he had to in order to survive.  What Nat
had to face because he was the son who did the responsible thing and went to
Afghanistan to save Dad, gave me chills at night. I knew he’d seen some
horrible things while he was gone.

And
the way he was looking at Summer just now, it twisted my heart into a guilt
that hit me hard. It was the look of a man who was in awe of a woman, a man who
was clearly enamored by her.

“Nat,”
I asked. “Have you eaten dinner? Do you need anything? We should pay for your
stay here. I’ll take care of everything.” I went over to my wallet and was
going to pull out some cash, when I felt a hand on my hand.

“No,
Drew,” Nat said.  “Keep it. I’m fine. Everything is taken care of.”

“Are
you sure?” I asked, knowing that a suite at the Blue Meridien was steep.

Nat
smiled. “I’m sure.  I did pretty well over the years, and believe me, I’m not
starving.”

“Then
let us at least buy you dinner. I’m sure Summer would like for you to join us
for dinner,” I said.

Nat
looked over at Summer and nodded. “I would love to, but I can’t. I have to meet
someone tonight, and I’m afraid it would take all night. Go, have fun, and
enjoy yourselves before the big day. I’ll see you at the Reception Dinner.”

Summer
stepped up and put a hand on Nat before he left. “Nat, about the wedding
dress…you really shouldn’t have. It’s too much, and besides, it’s not
necessary.”