Summer's Landing (A Loving Summer Standalone Novel Series): Loving Summer Spinoff (Loving Summer Series Book 9) (7 page)

            No
one had visited my quarters, letting me be undisturbed as I had asked everyone.
I punched in a few codes, and the sound of myself talking loudly on the phone
came on, simulating me in my place. A few lights turned on and after a while,
off again. Then I checked my cameras outside. A shadow crossed the front garden
and was at my door. I almost swore out loud when I saw who it was, dressed in a
sparkly baseball hat pulled down halfway on the face, and a Juicy Couture
purple velour tight track suit.  Rachel. What the hell was she doing in front
of my house when she knew Summer and I would be gone?

            Maybe
Summer would know.

            “Summer?”
I asked. “Could you look at this?”

            She
looked over and said, “Is that who I think it is? Rachel?”

            “She
knew we would be gone this morning, didn’t she?” I asked Summer. I thought I
made it very clear to Rachel yesterday. I just hope her showing up at my place
and not being able to get in would not blow my plans at the compound.

            “I
think she did,” Summer said. “But it’s Rachel…”

            “What
is she doing there?” I asked. “I thought she had to be at a location filming.”

            “She
must have changed her mind,” Summer said. “Oh, look, she’s walking away. She’s
at the outskirts of your quarters, looking around. Someone just walked over to
her. They are looking at your front door.”

            I
zoomed into the area to see who was it, and to capture their conversation. 
Rachel was talking to one of my men, and saying she wanted to see Nat. The
man’s whose back was to the camera said that Nat was to be undisturbed. And not
to let anyone in under any circumstances. Rachel laughed then and said, she
knew what that meant, especially since Summer was in there with him…Summer the
woman he had always loved. The man laughed too, and said in a deeper voice
wouldn’t Rachel want to be taken on a pleasure ride like that with him? He had
waited to see her again so he can do some Christian Greying on her.

            My
stomach flipped. Was Rachel, my kid sister fucking one of my men besides Luis?
And into BDSM?

            Summer’s
eyes widen too.

            Rachel
turned around in front of the man and bent down forward as though she wanted
him to go doggy style on her right there. “Well, Teddy, since we can’t go in
there, how’s your place?” Teddy pushed his groin up against her behind and
grabbed her breasts in front.

            “The
way I’m feeling right now, we could skip that, and do it right here, but my
place is fine.” He pulled her up and turned her around to face him before he
ravaged her mouth, and running his hands down to cup her from below.

            I
almost wanted to call someone at my compound to go stop Rachel and Teddy from
going to his place, but realized I couldn’t or I would blow my cover.

            Summer
was giggling.

            “I
could not believe you think this is funny,” I said.

            “Aside
from the corny conversation I just heard,” Summer said. “Rachel, bless her
heart, sure does what she pleases.”

            “But
Teddy? He’s one of my straightshooters. Never breaks rules. Never go off any
tangents. A former navy seal who was as loyal and dedicated as they come.”

            “Well,
when it comes to Rachel, who you should accept as now an adult and even a siren
men flock to; even a former navy seal could break for her. Luis did.”

            I
groaned. “Yes, he did, and now Teddy. Two of my best younger guys.”

            “From
what I could see of his back,” Summer added, “He was pretty fine. Rachel does
have standards, Nat. The guys she had gotten with all seem decent, loyal to
you, and well…hot. When it comes to men who looked like they should be dancing
with their shirts off in some male venue in Vegas; you can’t blame Rachel or
any woman for taking up on the opportunity.”

            I
stiffened. Hot, hmm? Summer found Luis and Teddy hot? Younger and sexy? A
picture of Summer bending over in front of Luis, waiting for him to ram himself
into her, made me filled with white hot anger.

            We
had taken off in flight and was already heading to cruising altitude when I
unbuckled Summer’s seat belt, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her behind me as I
rushed her to the bedroom in back of the jet.

            As
soon as the door closed, I pulled down her pants, and unzipped mine, turned her
around and bent her forward in front of me. “Do you still want me to continue
what we started this morning at breakfast?” I asked Summer.

            Summer
widened her legs in front of her and turned her head to look at me with hungry
eyes. “Yes!”

            “Good,
I am very hungry, and I haven’t eaten yet.” I went down on my knees until my
mouth was covering her wetness. I licked and sucked her until she was grabbing
the sheets in front of her. “You taste like hot honey,” I said, licking her
vigorously. “I can’t get enough of your sweetness.”

            “Then
don’t stop,” Summer said moaning.

            I
replaced my tongue on her with two fingers which I slowly worked around her
folds in circles before entering her and hitting her sweet spot.

            “Oh
Nat,” Summer moaned. “More!”

            I
increased my pace, “More? You want more of me? Do you find me hot, Summer? Do
you want me to bend you over and fuck you hard and fast as Rachel wants Teddy
to do to her?”

            Summer
laughed but said, “Yes, Nat, I want more of you. A lot more. Fuck me harder
than Teddy would fuck Rachel until I’m seeing stars and can’t sit because I’m
so sore.”

            “Your
wish is my command,” I said, ramming into her and pumping her so hard, she was
almost hitting the headboard. The plane suddenly jumped, and Summer fell
forward onto the bed.

            I
fell forward on top of her back. I turned her around, and was bumping into her
groin to groin, the turbulence guiding me to press hard against her.

            It
became even rockier, and Summer’s eyes shot opened with alarm. “Don’t worry,
Summer, it’s just turbulence.”

            The
seatbelt light went on, and I knew I should buckle Summer into her seat.
Instead, I laid Summer flat against the bed and strapped her wrists into the
built-in leather and cushioned wrist straps in the bed, and pressed myself on
top of her, holding her in place with my body weight.

            “I
think this would work, don’t you?” I asked Summer.

            “Well,
I’m more strapped in and in place than I would be in an airplane seat,” Summer
said.

            “And
better positioned to feel how incredible an orgasm feels in the air,” I said,
plunging into her once again and rocking with the rhythm of the turbulence.
Filling her to the hilt while kissing her deeply, as her strapped in hands were
held in place, caused her to shudder violently from head to toe.

            “Oh
God Nat, I’m being rocked hard. I can’t stop!”

            I
kept pumping into her, rocking and swirling until I exploded as hard as I’ve
ever into a woman.

            As
the turbulence died down, I felt so relaxed, so spent; I fell asleep next to
Summer on the bed.

Chapter 11

Summer

D
rew and I was running up and down the beach in
front of the Pad dressed in shorts and t-shirts. It was one of those beautiful
sunny mornings on a perfect summer day, and Drew had just confessed to me he
loved me.

“Summer,”
He said, “I don’t know when I started loving you, but I can’t stop even though
I know you’ve always wanted Nat.”

“Drew,”
I said stopping to catch my breath. “I don’t know what to say, but Nat was all
I thought about growing up. He was the one I always turn to when I needed
someone there. He was the one I had my first kiss…”

“Nat,”
Drew spitted out his name bitterly. “It’s always Nat. He doesn’t even notice
you, Summer. To him, you’re still that little girl who he had to take care of
and watch over along with Rach and I when Aunt Sookie needed help. Me, on the
other hand, Summer, you’re the girl I want. When will you start noticing me?”

“I
do notice you!” I said out loud. “It’s you who stopped noticing me. You’re the
one who broke my heart, Drew, so why should I feel awful when I’m with Nat?”

A
movement and then a cough besides me woke me up.

“Wake
up Sleepy Head,” Nat said besides me. He kissed me hard on the lips and said,
“We’ve landed. Go wash up and get changed.”

“How
should I dress?” I asked, not even having a clue where we were and under what
condition.

“We’re
in Paris,” Nat said. “I have a private hangar here to store the jet. And a
chateau to stay at for a day or two.”

I
nodded, very impressed by seeing Nat so accomplished. He may have lost and
given up his inheritance at Donovan Dynamics to Drew and Rachel, but he had the
smarts, talent, and hard work ethics to rebuild from the ground up his own
billion plus dollar empire.  “I’m so proud of you, Nat,” I said. “So proud how
you did everything you did all by yourself. All on your own.”

“Well,”
Nat said with a laugh, “I tend to work better on my own. Total independence.”

I
went to the closet and opened it. A dark pair of zippered jeans hung on one
hanger while a lacy long-sleeve peach sweater hung next to it. On a separate
hanger was a long black Burberry cashmere trench coat.

“We’re
in Paris now,” Nat said. “We’ll dress fashionably to fit in, and…” He pulled
out two French passports and handed me one.  “We’re two American ex-patriates
who are living as a couple in France.”

I
opened my passport and saw that I was now Marie Teller, of Teller Cosmetics. A
small business card fell out of my passport. I was the President and Head
Scientist of Teller Cosmetics, manufacturer of high-grade, research and
science-based lotions, creams, serums, and make-up. “Sounds glamorous,” I said
looking at Nat.

“It
can be,” he said. “It’ll be a good cover for you so you can have the excuse to
visit some sites around the world to find ingredients for your cosmetics
products. And as your husband, I will go with you as half of a glamorous
jet-trotting worldly couple. It will also get you through the doors to some
markets I’m hoping The Yeti would be dealing in. He had once sold a miracle
cream that erases scars on contact, on the black market. It was used as an
experimental drug on wounded soldiers but was too strong for consumer use. Gave
the appearance of perfect skin, but after a while, it had major side effects
like the development of scaly skin with longtime use.”

“So,
he must’ve created some enemies from that,” I said.

“Yup,”
Nat nodded. “But he made out like a bandit with what that cream sold for. Set
him up for a comfortable life, if he quietly disappeared and laid low.”

“You
are figuring he’s here?” I asked.

“In
the countryside in one of these quiet forgotten villages. At least that’s what
I was hoping he’d do for now.”

“Who
bought his cream?” I asked.

“A
wealthy American movie star, who had undergone massive plastic surgery that
left scars. She was desperate apparently enough to buy the cream from the black
market and used it without FDA approval. For a decade she looked flawless,
didn’t age a bit. But then she started having patches of rough scaly skin…so
much so she even starred as a lizard creature in a horror film remake.”

“How
do you know this?” I asked.

“Dr.
Turk was trying to outbid her during that time, although he didn’t know much
about the cream’s inventor. After losing out on the bid, he began keeping track
of The Yeti off and on only to lose track of him in recent years.”

“So
the Yeti should be coming out onto the market again to hopefully sell a new
invention to a person like his last big sell. A woman perhaps.”

Nat
smiled. “That’s right, who happened to care about beauty so much so she’d be
willing to pay big bucks for it, and even seek out the most unique products
through ‘hidden’ markets.”

“Genius,”
I said, reaching forward to hug and kiss Nat. “I always wanted to be in some
kind of spy thriller adventure. I like my cover, too. I think I could morph
into Dr. Marie Teller.”

I
began dressing in front of Nat, as he reached into the closet to pull on black
jeans, a cashmere Burberry navy sweater and a leather motorcycle jacket. He
combed his fingers through his hair, and stepped outside while I finished
getting ready.

I
took a quick hot shower, got dressed, and ready in less than 10 minutes. It was
habit for me not to spend too much time getting ready, as someone who had to
rush to the hospital without much notice almost everyday.

I
stepped outside and saw Luis and Hector standing with Nat, unloading the
rolling steel locker, which I thought was the food container.

All
the window shades were down, but I lifted one to peek outside and nearly
gasped. The sight was nothing like I had imagined. I thought we would be
heading to someplace remote and dangerous, but this…

We
were parked on a large estate. The jet had a hangar of its own in the back of a
massive limestone chateau in the middle of a beautiful forest and gardens.
Although it clearly looked like it was over 200 years old, everything had been
updated to have modern conveniences.

“This
is your chateau?” I exclaimed opening the shade all the way up.

“Welcome
to Château d'été,” Nat said.

“Summer’s
Chateau?” I asked, translating the French. My heart skipped a beat.

“Guess
who it’s named after,” Luis laughed.

“A
man must really love a woman to name a place like this after her,” Hector said,
grabbing some bags and hoisting it up on his shoulders.

He
and Luis exchanged looks. “This place, Nat’s really spared no expense. It’s
like his homage to you, Summer. Of course when Hector and I heard we were going
to France on this mission and staying here a couple of days, we jumped at the
chance. There is nowhere else more beautiful than Summer’s Landing,” Luis said.

“Summer’s
Landing?” I asked.

“Yup,
we call this place Summer’s Landing because it’s where we always land to get
some R& R and escape. Nat brings some of us here for critical team building
and retreats, but it’s always nice. You feel like you stepped into a fairy tale
storybook here.”

Nat
came back into the plane while Luis and Hector stepped off, going down the
staircase.  I watched them step off onto the clean concrete circular landing
pad and head into the back of the chateau, where a gruff old man in a chef’s
hat was helping them bring in the luggage.

“Summer’s
Landing, Nat?” I asked walking over to him and standing so close in front of
him, my chest was up against his. “I…wished I knew…”

“How
much I loved you, how much I still do, Summer?” Nat asked, looking down into my
face. “That I would name one of my favorite places after you?”

“Oh
Nat,” I said, at a loss for words.

“I’ve
always dreamt of bringing you here, Summer, especially during its renovation. I
had you in mind the entire time.”

“Your
men,” I said. “They knew all along, too?”

Nat
laughed, “I guess I could not hide anything Summer, from them.”

“Nat,”
I said, reaching up to pull him towards me. “I’m so sorry for not knowing all
these years…for not being able to be with you. You have and still are the man
I’ve always been so proud to know. I wished…in a way, I wished you had never
left to go to Afghanistan to find your father. I wished you had never
disappeared out of my life. Things would have been so different.”

Nat
bent down to kiss me softly on the lips. “I know, Summer. I really do. I don’t
blame you or Drew for moving on, for getting together. Drew had always loved
you too. I wanted you both to have a chance. Maybe I was being too generous
letting my brother have a chance with my girl, seeing how you were torn, but I
didn’t want you to have any regrets. Especially when it came to me, Summer.”

“Hey,
Sir…and Summer?” Luis came back onto the plane. “Everything’s in, and Chef Guy
is already preparing lunch for us. While you and Summer were sleeping, Hector
found out there was an auction being held tonight where The Yeti most likely
will show up. It’s being held on a tavern near here.”

Nat
grinned. “Good work,” he said walking towards Luis. He looked at me, “Tonight,
Summer, we’re going to the auction. The chance you wanted to be in a spy
thriller adventure, it’s happening tonight.”

A
rush of adrenaline and excitement filled me from head to toe. I could feel my
toes tingling, and my hair standing on ends with the energy that came from the
excitement.

This
time, I was the one being proactive. This time, I would be the girl saving the
guys instead of the girl needing saving from the guys.

Nat
and Drew have always been the ones jumping in whenever I was drowning. I had
just as much experience jumping into the waters growing up in Malibu, as they
did. Aunt Sookie taught me how to swim and surf just as much as the boys. And I
was as smart and capable of running things and being successful as Nat…I’ve ran
Aunt Sookie’s Acting Academy all these years since being a teenager, lived on
my own and taken care of the Pad since being a teenager, and even graduated
early and top of my class from med school to become the youngest neurosurgeon
at one of the most sought after hospitals in the world.

To
pull off this mission, to kill many birds with one stone, as Nat liked to put
it, I have to bring my game on.

Girl
or no girl, this time, Summer is running the show.