Second Chance Summer: Menage Romance Novel (Midnight Cove Menage Book 1) (9 page)

Just do it. Fuck me.
With his free hand, Blake traced circles up her inner thigh until he found her slick channel. Slipping two fingers inside, he pumped until she shoved her ass back against him.
I need you.

He crushed against her, lips hot and wet on her bare shoulder as he pulled out and smeared her entrance in her own juices.

On a grunt, he slammed into her, filling her in a single thrust. The grooves of the rock rubbed against her nipples and she cried out as he pumped, slamming her into the stone. She moaned out a command. “Harder.”

With a groan, he obliged, pistoning his hips so fast her thighs shook. Another orgasm built from the remains of the last, deeper and more intense than before.
Mmm. Yes.
She moaned again as the sound of laughter and car doors filtered into her ears. Blake went still, his cock still inside her as the noises grew louder.

“You got everything?”

“Yeah. Hurry up. The surf looks great.” Coolers hit the pavement and rolled along as Blake held a finger to his lips.

Another car door opened and shut and Blake pulled back until only his head remained inside. With soft, short bursts, he toyed with her entrance, delaying her gratification. Driving her crazy.

As laughter echoed off the rocks, he thrust himself home.
Oh!
A moan slipped from her lips and before she could react, Blake wrapped his hand around her mouth.

With his fingers held firmly against her cheek, he thrust again, a slow in and out of her swollen pussy.
Oh my God.
Summer’s eyes rolled back and as Blake thrust again, she gave in. To the danger and risk—the forbidden act of sex in the open. People steps away.

“Hey! Let’s head down there—the surf’s higher toward the lighthouse.”

She could hear them so near—beachgoers unpacking and tramping down the steps, dragging surfboards and coolers through the sand and splashing into the water. All while Blake fucked her in slow, measured paces with his hand covering her mouth.

At last the noises faded and Blake picked up the pace, thrusting harder and resting his head on her shoulder. She moaned into his hand, tiny little mewls of desire she couldn’t hold back.
Oh, how she wanted to come!
In answer to her wish, his other hand snaked down in front of her, shoving past her panties to stroke her clit.

Over and over he worked her little nub as he fucked her from behind and she came again, biting her own cheek to keep from screaming. Her pussy clenched around Blake’s cock and he came, spurting his hot seed deep inside her.

They collapsed against the rock, sucking in silent breaths until at last Blake slipped out. He cleaned himself off before turning to Summer. His hands slipped up her thighs, straightening her panties. He tugged her bra and dress back into place and spun her around.

“You’re incredible.”

Summer grinned. “I’m inspired. Take me shopping. I need supplies.”

P
aint splattered
across the canvas in a wild arc. Red mixing with blue. Green swooping up from down below. White thrown in for good measure.

Summer wiped a glob of ochre off her cheek and grabbed another palate. God, to be in the zone. Alive and vibrant and humming. Ten feet tall with magic in her fingers and an endless sea churning in her head.

It wasn’t just the
oh hell, yes
sex
.
On the beach? Against the rocks? With surfers ten feet away? Summer’d come so hard she’d almost cried.

Instead of tears, all the pent up emotions—everything she’d buried and covered in a million layers of primer and acrylic—exploded inside her mind.

She had to paint. To get it all out and onto the canvas before she suffocated. Before it all faded and she’d be right back in New York. Barren and empty with nothing to paint but the gray walls of her apartment and the dirty streets below.

Blake!
He’d turned everything upside down and inside out. It didn’t matter that they’d barely talked. That look in his eyes—the feral I-could-eat-you claim—it turned her to jelly. Summer dipped her brush in the water and swished it around.

Green. It needs more green.

She blotted the bristles on a paper towel and dipped the brush in a well of dark hunter green.
Perfect.

She dotted the lower right edge of the painting—trees and bushes and hunger. All right there pouring from her hands into art. God, she hadn’t done this in years. Not since—

“What the hell?”

The paint brush slipped out of Summer’s hand and clattered on the floor. “Shit. Devin, you scared me.”

Summer bent to pick it up and grabbed the roll of paper towels. She blotted up the paint as he walked up.

“What are you doing in here?”

Summer stood up. “Hello to you, too. Blake said I could use the space.”

“He didn’t tell me.”

Summer frowned. “Is there some problem?”

Devin looked around at the drop cloths and paint brushes and canvases set up against the wall. “Have you seen Ivy? The inspector? Brad was supposed to be up here, checking the place out.”

Summer stiffened. “What for?”

“The bar permit. It was supposed to be approved already.”

“Ivy said it was put on hold.”

Devin’s eyes shot up. “When’d you talk to Ivy?”

“This morning. At the spa. She was coming in when I was leaving.”

“What else did she say?”

Summer snorted. The last thing she wanted was to rehash that conversation. Not now when she was in the groove. So close to finishing a painting. The fastest she’d worked since she’d been in college. “It doesn’t matter.”

Devin stalked forward. “It does matter.”

Summer stepped back. “Not right now. Just call her. Figure out what’s going on. I’ve got to get back to this—”

Devin grabbed her wrist. “You don’t have to get back to anything. This is my bar, my house, and I need to know what’s going on.”

“Let go of me! Blake said I could be here!”

Devin’s eyes flashed. “What’s going on between you and Blake?”

“What do you mean?” She tugged on her wrist, but Devin held it fast.

He inched forward and she could see the flecks of green in his brown eyes. “Have you two been seeing each other? Behind my back?”

Color rose up Summer’s cheeks and she broke their stare. “I can be with Blake whenever I want to. I don’t need your permission.”

Devin dropped her arm. “Damn it, Summer.”

He turned away from her and tramped over the drop cloth to her painting. His head swiveled as he took it all in. The shores of Midnight Cove. The ocean in the middle of a storm. The tiny boat tossed back and forth.

His breath came out in a loud rush. “You painted all this today?”

“In the last couple of hours, yeah.”

“Wow…Summer…It’s breathtaking.”

She bit her lip. “Thanks.”

“Sorry I snapped at you.”

“It’s okay. Sorry I’m painting in your bar.”

He nodded and ran his hand through his hair. The dark strands stuck up in all directions and he turned back to her.

“It’s okay. It’s more than okay. It’s great. I haven’t seen you paint in years.” He glanced at the floor and nudged the drop cloth with his foot. “I forgot what a mess you made.”

Summer winced. “Sorry?” The last thing she wanted was to hurt Devin’s chances with the place. The space was spectacular. Bright and airy with tons of natural light. A kitchenette tucked into one corner. Plenty of wall space. “So you’re going to rip everything out? Build a bar?”

“Yeah. We’ve got to do something with it.”

“And you’re working with Ivy?”

Devin nodded.

Summer exhaled. Now or never. “She said you two used to date. What happened?”

Devin’s jaw tensed. “She told you that?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“What else did she say?”

“Not a whole lot. Just that I should stop sticking my nose in. Messing everything up.”

Devin let out a curse and shook his head. “She’s wrong.”

“Is she? You seemed awfully mad just now.”

Instead of answering, Devin turned back to the painting. Silent. Brooding. He crossed his arms and his t-shirt stretched over his back. His foot tapped up and down on the drop cloth and every few seconds his jaw would tick.

Shit
. If she’d known he’d freak out, she’d never have set up in the space. Blake had convinced her it was fine, but…Devin didn’t think so. One look at him and it was obvious. He held back a whole mountain of anger.

“It’s okay, Dev. I can pack up.” Summer crouched and grabbed an open tube of paint. “I’ll just lean the canvas on the wall to dry. Everything else I can take back to my room at the Inn. I’ll just—”

“Stop.”

She paused, cap halfway on the tube. “What?”

“I said, stop.” He turned to her and before she could ask again, he was hauling her up by the arms and digging his fingers into her bare skin.

“I don’t—”

“Neither do I.” His lips slammed into hers and his hands tugged her close.
Oh. Ohhh
. Her breasts mashed into his chest and as he let her arms go, he wrapped himself around her. She was stuck in his grip. Powerless to do anything but tremble.

First Blake, now Devin. Summer’s heart had whiplash. She didn’t know whether to push Devin away or relax into his arms. Would Blake be mad? Did he want her all to himself?

She didn’t know what Blake wanted. What she wanted. Or Devin. Was she just a trip down memory lane for him? A weekend fling?

She pushed against his chest until he loosened his grip. “Why’d you break up with Ivy?”

He released her. “What does that matter?”

“I want to know.”

Devin stepped back and pinched the back of his neck. His arm bulged and flexed as he kneaded his muscles. “We didn’t work out. That’s all.”

“Why not?”

Devin huffed in irritation. “This is ridiculous. I’m not talking about Ivy.”

“Please, Devin.” Summer stepped toward him. She knew every question pushed him out of his comfort zone. Talk about feelings? Devin Rogers? No way. But she needed to know.

He glanced up. “Tell me why it’s so important.”

Summer frowned. “It just is.”

“That’s a bullshit answer.”

“Better than no answer at all.”

He crossed his arms and locked his knees. The Devin cold shoulder.

After a minute of stony indifference, Summer caved. It came out in a rush. “Because she’s everything I’m not. She’s blonde and gorgeous with legs for days and a bikini-ready body. And she’s here. If she’s not enough, what hope do I have?” All the insecurities and doubt tumbled out of her mouth and Summer turned around before Devin could catch the quiver in her lip. No way was Ivy McClellan making her cry.

As she sucked in a breath, Devin’s sturdy hands wrapped around her arms. “Summer, you can’t mean all that.”

She sniffed. “You wanted to know.”

“Babe, she’s nothing compared to you.” Summer glanced at the floor, but Devin tugged her around until she looked up into his eyes. “You’re so much more than Ivy.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. You’re a million times sexier. Funny. Kind.” He glanced up at the ceiling. “Ivy—She’s shallow. Immature. I’m not sure there’s even a real person under all that makeup.”

Summer tried to laugh. “Really?”

“I can’t believe you’d compare yourself to her and think you weren’t enough. You’re so much more.”

Summer bit her lip. She wanted to believe him.

“Don’t you see? I’m willing to share you. That’s how much I want you. If I can’t have you all to myself, then I’ll take whatever I can get.”

She blinked. “You mean you’d rather Blake wasn’t in the picture?”

Devin licked lips. “I don’t know if I’d go that far. Seeing the two of you together…It does something to me.”

“But?”

“But nothing.” He reached up and took her face in his hands. “Ivy and I are long over. She’s with Ian. It’s all in the past.”

“So are we.”

“Not anymore.” He closed his eyes and Summer melted into him.

Lips. Body. Fear. It all turned liquid and she stopped thinking. Worrying.

Devin and Blake were stronger than she remembered. Intense and thoughtful. Full of more life than anyone back in New York. The wedding wasn’t until tomorrow night. That gave her all afternoon and half the next day to soak them up. Drown in their bodies.

She could still feel the ghost of Blake’s chest as he pressed her into the rock. The crush of their bodies together as he slipped his hand over her mouth. The high when he came inside her.

Summer shuddered and twisted her hands in Devin’s t-shirt. Surfer body. Jeans slung low across his hips. Abs flexing beneath her hands.
Damn.
Had he always been this built? This sexy?

The way he brushed off his relationship with Ivy like an empty bag of chips. The way his eyes raked up and down her body. A pause on her chest. Hips. A squeeze of her ass in his hands.

Devin pressed her body close. He held her until her heart and his fell in rhythm. One tangled up mess of beats and longing.

“I want you.” Her words were bold. Daring. So unlike her last four years. Was this who she was? Was this the real Summer Crenshaw?

“Mmm.” He pressed his smooth cheek against hers. So different from Blake. Instead of a square jaw and short beard, he was all angles and skin. Instead of short hair she could rub, it was a mop she could weave her fingers through.

“Tell me you want me.” She licked a trail from his ear to down his neck. Tasting the salty dried sweat. The hint of musk. Devin.

He plumped her ass and ground his hips against her. The unmistakable ridge of an erection dug into her belly and she grinned. “Guess you don’t have to.”

“I’ve always wanted you, Summer. Since the first minute I saw you all those years ago.”

She swallowed. “Then what are you waiting for?”

He kissed her forehead. “I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

“You’re not rushing me.”

“You say that, but—”

“I mean it. I wouldn’t have been half-naked in the Cove today with Blake if I wasn’t sure.”

Devin’s eyes clouded. “You what?”

Damn it
. Summer closed her eyes. “He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

She bit her lip and blinked her eyes open. “Don’t get mad.”

Devin’s face was stony. Impassive.
Shit
. Might as well spill it.

“I might have let Blake…we might have…Oh, hell. We had sex back in the rocks. On the beach by Captain’s Point.” She waited with a trapped breath.

Devin twisted up his mouth.

“Are you mad?”

“No. Jealous. That’s for damn sure.”

“Is that why you were freaking out earlier?”

He dropped his arms to his sides. “Yes? I thought—” He ran his hand through his hair and glanced at the door.

“It’s okay. You can tell me.”

“I thought you were choosing him over me. First the kiss yesterday. Then the two of you alone together. I—I know I’m not the most sensitive guy. But don’t think for a second I’m only in this for a fling.”

“You’re not?”

“No. I’m not.”

Summer exhaled. “Then come back here. You don’t need to take it slow with me. I’m a big girl. I know what I want.”

“And what is that?”

“Your cock.” She giggled when she said it.
Cock!
These men brought out the inner diva. She sank to her knees and grabbed his waistband before Devin could say a word.

The button came free, the zipper opened and Summer shoved his pants and boxers down.

“Summer—you don’t—”

“Shut up. I want to.”

She pushed harder and Devin’s cock sprang free. It bounced in the air, long and straight.
Yes
.

Summer rose up and wrapped her hand around his shaft as she leaned close. A bead of fluid smeared across his tip and she licked it up, tasting his salty goodness before opening up and taking his cock deep.

With a groan, he pushed into her, sliding to the back of her throat until she pulled back and lapped his head. She licked circles around his velvet skin, tracing the ridge and bumps and veins until he groaned again.

When it’d been her and Blake, he’d taken over. Dropping to his knees and shooting stars behind her eyes. Spinning her around and fucking her against the rock wall. But with Devin? It was her turn.

She was in control. She was turning a grown man into putty. She was calling all the shots.

As he slid his hands into her hair, Summer slid forward and coated his veiny shaft in her saliva. With a little moan, she bobbed her head again and again.

Over and over she worked him, just lips at first. Then tongue and teeth. Hands. He pumped into her in shallow thrusts and she flattened her tongue. Opened wide.

The first shot of his release splashed on her tongue and she swallowed it down, sucking his spit-slicked tip until he shuddered.

At last, Summer let him go.

He staggered back. “You’re spectacular.”

She wiped her mouth with her hand. “Thanks.”

Devin pulled his pants up and grinned “Now it’s your turn.”

“No way.”

“What? No—that’s not fair.”

He reached for her, but she side-stepped.