Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (100 page)

“So fucking gorgeous.”

She smiled and came over and climbed into
the bed next to me. I brushed the wet hair back off of her forehead and touched
her face. Every fiber in my body was screaming at me to jump on her, but I
wanted to savor this moment. I traced her soft skin with my fingers and then
leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. Our tongues tangled up and engaged in a
long, seductive dance as we tasted and explored each other. Every time I kissed
her or touched her was like the first time all over again. She made me feel
alive and like every other fucked up thing in my life was completely
irrelevant. It didn’t matter what I had to do to keep her, I was never going to
let her go again.

CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN

SUMMER

Lying in bed with Drake was so surreal
that I wasn’t absolutely sure I wasn’t dreaming. I wondered briefly while I was
lying in the tub if I was making a mistake. Shouldn’t we talk about things
first? Does he still think I’m selfish? But then he came in and started
touching me and there was suddenly no rational part of my brain left to
question any of it. Besides, the last time we talked, it ended with me in
Oregon and him in California. I made a decision that I wanted him so badly,
even if that’s how it ended up this time, I was willing to risk it.

He was kissing me and touching me so
softly and sweetly. I loved it and at the same time, I wanted so much more. I
sucked his lower lip between mine and ran my tongue back and forth across it. I
could feel his breathing speeding up as I let go of his lip and began darting
it in and out of his mouth. His warm lips were suddenly on the side of my face
and he kissed his way up to my ear. He breathed out, and the feel of his warm
breath gave me the chills all over. He sucked my earlobe in between his sexy
lips and held it there while he ran his wet tongue back and forth across it. I
could feel the anticipation of him touching and kissing the rest of my body
coiled in the pit of my stomach like a snake and the wetness between my legs
was out of control. I shamelessly ground my pussy into his hard thigh, and as
his tongue slipped into my ear, I moaned and reached behind him and grabbed
hold of his hard ass. I pulled him closer so that I could lift one of my legs
and rub my pussy harder against him. I was already on the verge of another
massive orgasm like the one I’d had in the tub and he hadn’t even touched me
yet. I whined when I felt him pull away and stand up. He stood at the end of
the bed and reached down for my ankles. He pulled me toward the end of the bed
and when my butt was right on the edge, he knelt down to push my thighs apart.

Drake started at my ankles and kissed his
way softly up over my calves, behind my knees, and then he brushed his lips
lightly across the tops of my thighs while my pussy quivered almost
uncontrollably. He did the same to the other leg and I thought I might go mad
before finally his lips were on my pussy. He kissed all around the outside of
it and up over the mound until he reached to bottom of my belly. When he
started back down with his lips, he reached up with his fingers and ran them
lightly across my rock hard nipples. He licked the pussy juice off the tops of
the inner parts of my thighs, teasing me and making me crazy with lust all over
again. I reached down and put my hands in his hair. I held onto his head as I
lifted up my hips and tried to force his face down where I wanted it. My clit
was throbbing so hard that it hurt. His hands were still working my nipples. He
was pulling and tugging on them now, twisting and pinching. I was almost
consumed by those feelings when his tongue suddenly dove in between my pussy
lips and he let it slide up into my tunnel as far as it would go. He held it
there and made little circular and flicking motions that caused me to cry out
loudly and writhe all over the bed. He brought one of his hands down to my
belly and used it to hold me in place while he continued his oral assault. With
the other hand, he replaced his tongue with two fingers and finally brought it
up to lick my clit. He licked it up and then down, and then he sucked it into
his mouth. He held that throbbing button between his lips and let his tongue
flick it hard back and forth while alternating with sucking on it. I’d never
felt anything like it and I was almost too over-stimulated by it. I was making
a lot of noise, too. I tried to brace myself for the
 
explosion I felt building inside. I had a
feeling it was going to be unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

I held back as long as I could, but when
he crooked one of his fingers and hit my g-spot, I was done. Every raw nerve in
my body fired off at the same time and the most massive orgasm I’d experienced
thus far hit my body with the force of a freight train moving at a hundred
miles an hour. My body stiffened, and I clamped my thighs closed on his head
and his hand and held him there, rocking against him until as one wave after
the other next slammed into me, eventually turning into long, slow waves that
caused my body to convulse.

When he felt my thighs relax, he slithered
his sexy hard body up mine. He left a trail of kisses as he let his muscular
chest slide across the peaks of my hard nipples. He stopped there at my breasts
for a while and licked, sucked, and teased. I reached down between us and he
shifted his hips upwards so I could get ahold of his swollen, throbbing cock. I
wrapped my hand around it; knowing that he was that hard for me gave me an
incredible thrill. I love feeling how badly he wants me.

I stroked his erection softly at first
with one hand while raking my fingernails lightly across his rock hard abs. He
continued to suck on my breasts, moaning into my flesh as he did and moving his
hips in time with my strokes.

I was panting both from the stimulation of
my breasts and the feel of him in my hand. Even after two orgasms, I needed
more. I began to stroke and pull on his cock harder and faster. I felt the
silky bead of pre-cum slip out and I reached my thumb up and slid it over the
head while I continuously pumped his cock. His breaths were growing ragged and
the veins in his neck were distended as his cock pulsated against my palms and
fingers. He finally pulled his mouth up off of my nipples with a groan and
reached down to move my hands off of him. The look in his eyes was intense as
he lifted himself up with his arms and reached down to press the head of his
cock against my opening. He lifted himself all the way up on his knees and
looked down at me as he moved his hips just slightly, letting only the head of
his cock make contact with my soaking wet pussy. I reached down for it and he
grabbed my hands again. Taking both of my wrists in one of his he put them up
over my head and held them there as he smiled down at me. He reached down with
the other hand, took his cock in it, and then he proceeded to torture me with
touches, thrusts, and slaps with it against my wet lips.

I raised my ass up off the bed as far as I
could and that was when he gave in. He never broke eye contact with me as he
entered me slowly. My pussy grabbed onto him as he filled me up, and I could
still feel him throbbing when he hit bottom. I reached up and gripped his
shoulders so tightly that I was digging into flesh. He held himself inside of
me and circled his hips before withdrawing almost as slowly as he entered me,
and then he did it again. There was a look of ecstasy on his face, and I could
tell by his heavy breathing and the sounds he was making that he was trying to
make it last. I appreciated that, but I still needed more. I let my hands slide
across the taut muscles in his back until they reached his ass and I rested
them there, pushing forward and lifting my hips into his with each one of his
thrusts. He was panting and gasping for air until at last, his urgency took
over. He sat up and pulled my legs up over his shoulders, and he held onto my
hips as he began slamming that beautiful cock into me. He plunged in and out
with long, deep strokes, faster and faster until once again, I was dangling on
the edge of that precipice. Both of our hips were a blur because we were moving
so fast now. Drake’s eyes were closed and his mouth was open when I felt him
suddenly explode inside of me. The feeling of that warm, wet liquid gave me the
final push I needed and my third orgasm of the day ripped through me, causing
me to grip onto him more tightly and cry out so loudly that if anyone was out
in the hallway, they surely had to hear.

Drake rocked into me until he’d either
completely emptied himself or he just no longer had any more energy to go on, I
wasn’t sure which. He collapsed down next to me and hurriedly pulled me into
him, wrapping me in the kind of embrace that takes all of your oxygen, but
makes you feel safe all at the same time. I felt him kiss the top of my head
and then inhale the scent of my hair as I pressed my face into his chest and
closed my eyes. We lay there like that for a long time, just enjoying the
feelings and sounds of our own breathing in the now quiet room. Drake was the
first one to speak,

“Summer, I love you. I want you. I don’t
care what I have to do, I’ll do whatever you need me to do, just please don’t
leave me again.”

I was not sure I still had a job, but my
Grandfather’s attorney made that a moot point today anyways. Grandpa was a
wealthy man, surprisingly, and now I’m a wealthy woman. I no longer had to
worry that Drake might think I was using him as an escape from the poverty I
lived in. I no longer had to worry that other people would think he was a fool
for dating the homeless girl. I have a roof over my head and a full belly and
that house I’d been in earlier today was full of history. I have family history
like everyone else now. I realized something beyond all of that, though… I no
longer cared what anyone else said or thought. I hate being without him, and
denying myself the one thing I want most in the world was just ridiculous.

“I have everything I need, except you. I
love you, too. I never want to leave you again.”

CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT

DRAKE

I stood in the center of my building and
looked around. Tonight was my grand opening party to get the news out to the
community and the press. I can’t believe it’s finally ready to go. When I
bought the old creamery building on the beach, it was crumbling from the inside
out. It hadn’t been used in almost ten years and the salty air had wreaked
havoc. I knew in my heart though as soon as I saw the inside of it last year,
this was where I wanted to put my school.

Now almost a year after buying the
building, the hard labor of everyone involved was coming to a head and I
couldn’t be more excited. As far as I know, this will be the only surf school
of its kind in the U.S.
–
maybe
anywhere. We aren’t just going to teach surfing. Summer and I had talked a lot
about it and we both agreed that we also need to teach an appreciation and
respect for the ocean. One of the rooms was set up with desks and chairs where
the theory instruction could be done.

Down the hall from that room is another
big one that is filled with paraphernalia from days gone by. It’s a way to
teach about the history of surfing and I have to give Summer most of the credit
for this one. One wall is covered by a large movie screen where pictures and
videos will be shown constantly of some of the greatest surfers that ever
lived, going all the way back to the 1950s.

After she and I finally admitted that
neither of us ever wanted to live without the other, we set about making plans
for our future. Summer was willing to transfer her classes to San Diego State.
She was studying Marine Biology and SD State had a much better program than
anywhere in Oregon, anyways. The only thing she was going to miss about Oregon
is her friend Matt. I met him when I went to help her move. Like Bennie, and
me, he was in love with her and it wasn’t hard to tell. But he seems like a
nice guy and most importantly, he seems to genuinely wants Summer to be happy.
I meant it when I told him he was welcome to come and visit us anytime.

Once she was settled in her own apartment
in San Diego, Summer slowly began to go through the things she had shipped out
from her grandfather’s house. She gave away the furniture and clothes that were
still usable, but she kept everything Wayne had collected during his career. It
turned out to be a whole wealth of things that are now on display in the museum
area of our school.

The main room is just a large open area
with surf simulators and an area where I plan on putting a wave simulator soon.
Summer and Phoebe had come in early in the morning and decorated the tables we
had delivered for tonight with seashells and tiny surf boards. The caterers
were moving in and out, setting up the food. I was pacing nervously back and
forth, wondering if there was something else I should be doing.

“Hey!” I looked over at the door where
Lance was sliding in past a couple of guys in aprons carrying a big cake. He
stopped just inside and looked around. “The place looks good.”

“Just good?”

He rolled his eyes. “It looks great. You
look like shit.”

“Thanks.”

“What are you so nervous about?”

I shrugged. “This is the first thing I’ve
ever done on my own. I mean, without my parents’ help. I just want it to be
successful.”

“First off, that’s not true. You’re an
awesome surfer, man. If I was half as good as you, I’m not sure I’d be ready to
retire until I was thirty. You did that on your own. And then, you used that
talent to earn enough money to do this on your own. You have a lot to be proud
of.”