Summer Burns (22 page)

It was my turn to cut him off.
"
Why are you still here? I
'
m fine. You fulfilled your promise.
"

He took a step toward me, and I could feel his body heat, he
'
d gotten so close, without actually touching me.
"
Because I want to be.
"

"
Do you get everything you want?
"

He raised his eyebrow.
"
I
'
m in the Army. What do you think?
"

I smirked.
"
But you have all those extra stripes, Sergeant.
"
I took a bite of my sandwich.

"
Doesn
'
t mean I get to do what I want.
"

"
What do you want to do?
"

He smiled, a very naughty glint in his eyes.

"
Um.
"

"
I have ideas.
"

He put his hand on his top button of his shirt. Completely mesmerized, I watched his fingers undo the button. Desire hummed through me--how did he do that? Turn me on with a look?

It was amazing.

Something I
'
d love to study sometime.

Anytime.

Now.

He gestured to the black smock I wore that covered me from neck to knees.
"
Take it off.
"

I undid a button, though really, only one button held it shut, so when I finished, it flapped open, revealing my little summer dress underneath. I laid the smock on the table, my hands trembling.

He pulled me closer to him.
"
Are you afraid?
"

I shook my head. Then nodded.

"
Which is it, Summer?
"
he asked.

I reached up and put my hand on his cheek.
"
You don
'
t scare me, Matthew Hennessey. This, however, does.
"
And it did.

This whole thing we had going on.

Because, damn, I wanted this guy. Like all the time.

I couldn
'
t stand having to wait until the weekends to spend any time with him, and the time we did get to spend together seemed so limited.

He was making me nutty. In all the ways. Good and bad.

He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me with a ferocity that left me breathless. As I wrapped my arms around him, he twisted and sat me on the massage table.

I never quite appreciated the awkward height of a massage table until just then, when Matthew pushed up my dress, and stepped between my legs. I was positioned just exactly right to
know
how he felt in the moment.

In all the ways.

Lunch was lost as we kissed. His hands were all over me, and I tugged at his uniform.

There were a lot of layers between us, not the most conducive to a quickie, but I was willing to work with--

Holy crap!

He
'
d opened my dress and started kissing my breasts. It took every ounce of restraint to not actually scream.

One of his hands slid between my legs, and started massaging that one little spot. I groaned as he slid first one finger, then two. I arched and pumped into him feeling an orgasm building quickly.

Leaning back on the table, however, made it creak, and we both froze.

"
Did you lock the door?
"
he whispered.

I shook my head.

While the last thing I wanted was him to stop touching me, it was necessary to go make sure the door was secure so we didn
'
t get interrupted.

I might have killed someone if they interrupted us.

Or at the very least, beat them with one of Mom
'
s dream catchers.

Because this was a dream--a completely amazing, real life fantasy I
'
d always dreamed about--a quickie at lunch.

When he came back, I reached for his hardness, stroking him through the heavy pants.

He kissed me as the two of us bumbled through getting his uniform undone, and when his hard cock was revealed, I groaned.

He groaned.

We both made noises as I stroked him, though he didn
'
t let me do it for very long--he pulled out a condom.

"
You planned this?
"
I asked, watching him suit up.

"
Wishful thinking.
"

I leaned back on the table, carefully this time so it didn
'
t creak, and he slid into me.

I wrapped my legs around him, and was ready for an awesome ride, but the table creaked, not sounding entirely sturdy.

"
Um,
"
I said, freezing.

He froze too.

"
I
'
m afraid this table isn
'
t entirely stable,
"
I whispered. Immediately visions of the table collapsing danced in my head.

"
Yeah, let
'
s, uh
..."
He slid out of me, and guided me up. I turned and looked around the room. I really didn
'
t see anything other than maybe on the--

He grabbed me from behind, his hips against mine, and guided me toward the wall.

I felt air against my back side as he raised my skirt. I arched my hips, and he slid inside.

I put my hand on the nearest thing--a small counter--for leverage as he pumped.

It was hard, fast, and made yet another orgasm burst from me, as quietly as possible. He came right after I did, and we both were panting.

My forehead felt damp, and when he turned, I saw that he had a bit of sheen to him as well. We smiled, and I felt bizarrely shy as I looked away and straightened my dress. He did the same while I grabbed a towel from Mom
'
s stash in the corner to blot my face.

He straightened up, picking up our discarded sandwich packages and set them back on the table, and put the massage table back.

Evidently we
'
d moved it over a few inches.

Huh. Didn
'
t even notice.

We wrapped up the other little details, and by the time he got back from the bathroom, I had the room looking good and not smelling like sex anymore.

I wasn
'
t sure it smelled like sex, but I wasn
'
t risking Mom
'
s sensitive nose noticing anything, so I flipped on her smelly wax burner.

When he came back, we just sort of stood there and stared at each other.

I glanced at my watch. The whole thing took about fifteen minutes. I had maybe five before my next client came in.

And I couldn
'
t stop smiling.
"
Thank you for lunch,
"
I finally said.

"
Yeah. Thank you.
"

I laced my fingers in his, and he leaned down and kissed me.

"
Whoo hoo hoo!
"
I heard.

He
'
d left the door open, and several of my coworkers were peaking in.

I rolled my eyes.

He shook his head.
"
I will see you later, okay?
"

I nodded.
"
Yeah. See you later.
"

Chapter Sixteen

Saturday

Halfway through the second movie at the drive-in, Emma was out. Probably not a bad thing, since the movie was a more adult-themed comedy.

I leaned over the seat and adjusted her little pillow.

Hennessey waited for me to get comfortable, before swinging his arm over my shoulders.

I tried to scoot closer, but really
... "
Cars nowadays aren
'
t really designed for drive ins,
"
I said.

"
Nope. Trucks are better.
"

"
Yeah, then you have the whole bed in the back,
"
I said, crossing my hands in my lap, and stroking the petals of the corsage he
'
d brought for me.

This had been a formal
"
family
"
date--he
'
d brought both me and Emma little corsages, and everything. And it had been cute how nervous he was when he gave us the flowers.

Probably because both my mom and Paula had been watching--Paula had brought over Emma after I got home from work, and frankly, I was glad she did, because I didn
'
t think I could have taken the judgmental stares on my own.

Mom sort of buffered Paula
'
s disapproval.

I couldn
'
t figure it out--if she disapproved of Matthew for some reason, or just me dating in general. Granted, she
'
d always sort of acted like I should mourn Jake for the rest of my life.

And I did. I will.

And a few months ago I probably would have never considered dating anyone ever again.

But then Matthew walked into my life.

Matthew jarred me from my internal thoughts, and frankly, that was harder than it sounded, because I was having a lot of them when it came to him. And this. And all of it.
"
Or just the bench seat in the front. If it
'
s the right kind,
"
he said as he rested a hand on my leg.

"
Bet you prefer older, vintage models.
"
I stroked his hand, and imagined an old, vintage pick-up somewhere.

He nodded.
"
My dad
'
s got my truck in Missouri. Going to pick it up soon.
"

"
When you go back home?
"
I asked. We hadn
'
t talked about the future. There hadn
'
t really been any desire--especially not from me. I wasn
'
t sure I wanted to know what the timeline was. I didn
'
t know if I could take knowing that he was leaving. Counting down to it would only make it harder for me.

"
It
'
s only an extra five hours,
"
he said with a smirk.

"
One way.
"

"
True.
"
He sipped his soda but just got slurping noises.
"
Summer--
"

"
Don
'
t.
"
I could hear the change in his tone, and knew he was about to take this in a direction that I wasn
'
t ready to go.
"
Look, Matthew, I don
'
t want to make this more than it is.
"

"
What is it?
"
he asked, and I felt his gaze on me.

I focused on the movie screen.
"
Why does it have to be anything?
"
I asked.
"
Why can
'
t we just be two people enjoying some time together after having a shitty run in life?
"

"
No commitments, no promises?
"

"
I can
'
t make any promises to you Matthew. I can
'
t.
"

"
Why not?
"

I looked into his eyes and damn it, I could tell that he was not happy. I wasn
'
t happy. I didn
'
t like how this felt at all.

But I couldn
'
t commit to that lifestyle again. I couldn
'
t be
happily alone
anymore. Id
'
lived for too long not knowing when--or if--my husband would be home. And one day, he didn
'
t come home.