Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (198 page)

He gave me a
hard stare and said, “He went on with his life, but he hasn’t moved on, Summer.
I told you, he’s different.”

“And, that’s
a bad thing? I mean, everyone changes.”

“Yeah, it’s a
bad thing. He’s just going through the motions. He’s not happy.”

“And, you
think seeing me would change that?”

“It would at
least give him closure. That bothered him a lot, you not saying goodbye. Not
knowing where you went or if you’re okay bothers him, too. I don’t know if
seeing you will make him happy or not, but I’m tired of seeing my friend
miserable, so it’s worth a shot.”

“Summer!”
Jace was booming from the kitchen again.

“I have to
get back to work,” I told Lance.

“Fine, but
think about what I said.” He wrote a number on the napkin and tossed ten
dollars on the table as he stood up. “That’s my number. Drake will be home from
Istanbul on Monday. If I don’t hear from you before, I’m telling him where you
are.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

DRAKE

I felt the
blankets stirring next to me. My head was pounding. I got in late last night
from Istanbul and I was expected to make an appearance at Catalyst’s beach
party for its newest division and models. While I was out of the country, they
came out with a lingerie line.

I turned over
on my back and glanced at their latest model. The lingerie she had been wearing
underneath her tiny little dress last night is strewn somewhere in the house…by
the front door if I recall. Her name is Melinda, and she just turned
twenty-one. She had been celebrating her new job and her birthday last night. I
thought it was only right of me as her colleague to help that party along.

She pushed
back the sheet so her full breasts were staring at me before she opened her
big, dark eyes. “Hi,” she said with a sleepy smile.

My morning
wood throbbed worse than my headache at the sight of her with her hair all
dishevelled and her gorgeous tits standing straight up on their own. I turned
slightly so I could rub it against her thigh. “Good morning.”

“What time is
it?”

“I have no
idea. You have a shoot today?”

“Mm hmm…” She
closed her eyes again. I leaned down to kiss her full lips. She smiled against
mine and said, “Mmm, nice way to wake-up. I have to be at the cove by eleven.”

I reached
over blindly and grabbed my phone. I had a voicemail from Lance. I cleared that
and looked at the time. “It’s nine-thirty. How long will it take you to get
ready?”

“They’ll fix
me up. I’ll just need a half hour or so to shower and braid my hair.”

“Then that
gives up plenty of time.” I tossed the phone back where I got it and ground my
hips into her.
She turned towards me and rubbed her hard
nipples into my chest. I kissed her again, harder this time, and let one of my
hands wander down between her legs. She was warm and soaking wet, and a gasp
escaped her lips into my mouth as I slipped two of my fingers up inside of her.
I felt her fingers claw their way down between us until they reached my cock.
Her lips rolled across mine and our tongues twisted up as we masturbated each
other. It’s usually not my favorite thing when I’m with a beautiful woman, but
fuck, she’s good.

I slid my free arm across her hip and
grabbed a handful of her juicy ass. She broke our kiss and brushed her lips down
my neck, stopping to take a bite of my shoulder. Her hand was still working
magic on my cock and I was already on the verge of one hell of an orgasm. She
suddenly used her free hand to push me on my back and then she let go of my
cock and straddled me. She kissed me again while grinding her wet pussy into my
throbbing erection before she slithered down my body and in one smooth motion,
sucked my cock into her mouth. She had definitely done this before, more than
once. Her lips felt amazing as she wrapped them around my head and continued
working the shaft with her skilled hand. She wasn’t just working my cock. She
was running her hand from the base of my abs, down my shaft, across my balls,
and back up again while she licked and sucked. It was incredible. My body felt
like it was on fire. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I didn’t pull out of
her mouth because I honestly didn’t feel like stopping and putting on a condom.

For some reason, the only woman I had ever
trusted enough to have sex with without one was Summer. She told me she
wouldn’t get pregnant and I believed her. I think part of me honestly didn’t
care if she did. That should have scared me, but it didn’t. I felt a sharp pain
in my chest at the thought of her and wondered if that was ever going to stop.
I had an incredible woman…a fucking lingerie model with her lips around my
swollen cock; Summer French should really be the furthest thing from my mind.

Melinda stopped sucking and pulled her
head up and looked at me. She smiled and pulled herself back up my body until
she was sitting on top of my cock. I felt her reach down and start to slide it
inside of her. It was tempting…I hate condoms. I want to feel that silky flesh
– but
I don’t want to be chained to this
woman for the next eighteen years.

“Condom,” I groaned out.

“We don’t need one.”

“Yeah, we do,” I grunted out as she
gyrated her hips and pressed down into me. She rolled her eyes, but reached
over and pulled open the drawer. We had used three the night before, so she
already knew where they were. She ripped open the package with her teeth and
had started to roll it over the head of my cock when the doorbell rang. “Fuck!”

“Ignore it,” she said, continuing what she
was doing. There was a pause and then a knock.

“Damn! My family knows I got home last
night. I better see who it is.”

She pouted and climbed off of me. She
dropped down on the bed. I stood up and found my shorts. I pulled off the
condom and slid them on. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

She cupped a breast in one hand and slid
her other hand down between her legs and started humping it. “Hurry or I’ll
finish myself.”

With a growl, I grabbed a t-shirt and
pulled it over my head. I closed the bedroom door just in case it was my mother
or worse yet, my father at the door. The knocking stopped, so before I pulled
it open, I was hopeful they had gone away. I almost got my wish and it would
have been a cruel twist of fate if I had. When I opened the door, I saw Summer
stepping onto the elevator. I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t dreaming. I felt an
explosion deep down in my core when her eyes met mine and my whole body started
to shake. “Summer?” She was still staring at me as the elevator doors slid
closed. I was already at the door to the stairs when they slid back open.

“Hi, Drake.”

God, she’s beautiful. She looks…older or
more mature, but otherwise the same. Her blonde hair was in a chunky side braid
and the tips of it reached her waist. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse and
a pair of short heels. She didn’t have any make-up on, but she didn’t need any.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “What are you doing here?”

She had stepped off the elevator, and I
could feel the heat of her gaze as she took me in. “I was wondering if we could
talk.”

“Yeah, sure…” Fuck! I forgot Melinda. I can’t
take Summer in there. “Let me get dressed and we’ll go have a cup of coffee or
something.”

She looked towards the apartment door and
then back at my face. “I’m sorry. I don’t have a lot of time. I just took one
day off work so I could do this. My bus leaves at one.”

“You’re leaving again?”

She nodded. “I’d really like to start at
the beginning, though. Can we sit down inside for a minute?” I was racking my
brain for a reason why we couldn’t…anything except the truth. The door was
suddenly pulled open and there stood Melinda, in her lingerie. She looked at
Summer and then they both looked at me. Melinda rolled her eyes and closed the
door. Summer was still looking at my face. I felt it go hot and I had no idea
what to say, how to fix this.

“Summer, Melinda is just a friend.”

She laughed. My heart feels like it’s
going to explode and she’s laughing. When she stopped laughing she said, “It
doesn’t matter, Drake. I didn’t honestly expect to come back nine months later
and find you celibate. I guess I should have called.”

I took a step towards her. She had that
old familiar look in her eyes, like she was about to rabbit on me. I reached my
hand out and she looked at it for a long time before finally reaching out for
it. That crackle in the air was still there and as soon as we touched, it shot
up my arm and adrenaline rushed through my veins. “I’m sorry.”

She looked up at me sympathetically with
her pretty eyes filled with tears. “Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry that I left
without telling you. I’m sorry for everything.”

“Why did you? I thought we had made up.
That night with you, it was the best night of my life. Then I woke up and you
were gone. Nobody knew or would tell me where you went. I was so worried.”

“I know. I’m so sorry. At the time, I
thought I was doing what was best. I just couldn’t accept help from you, Drake.
I knew if I stayed, you would want to take care of me and you wouldn’t go do
what you needed to do for yourself…”

I’m not sure what the trigger was, but
suddenly, I was angry. I just didn’t understand why she thought she got to make
decisions about what was best for me. “Who do you think you are?”

“I’m sorry?” she looked confused and I
almost backed off, but I was too hurt and too angry. She was leaving me again
and I was going to have my say before she did this time.

“I said, who do you think you are? Who are
you to decide what is in my best interest? Who are you to take away the one
thing I wanted most in the world without at least discussing it with me?”

“Like I said, I was doing what was best-”

“For you, and for maybe what you thought
was best for me. I’m not convinced you thought of me at all. You waited until
you had money that you only earned because I helped you and then you just
left.” All of these months of hurting inside and being afraid to let myself
care about anyone or anything had come to a head and I was blaming Summer for
all of it. I suppose that wasn’t fair, but at the moment, I didn’t care. “I
felt like I did something wrong and all along, you were planning to leave no
matter what I did. You were just waiting for that money.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I wasn’t
planning on leaving all along, either. It was kind of a spur of the moment
decision. I would have just held you back and vice versa.”

I had so much more to say about that, but
I didn’t really have the energy. Instead, I asked, “Why did you come here
today, Summer?”

“Because Lance came to see me.”

I wondered if it would have killed her to
lie just to spare my feelings. I used to admire her honesty, but like
everything else, it was just pissing me off today. “So after almost a year, the
reason you came to see me and explain to me why you completely devastated me
was because Lance asked you to?”

She looked down at the floor and after a
long hesitation, back up at my face. I knew the one thing she couldn’t do was
lie. “He said if I didn’t come here that he would tell you where to find me and
you would come there.”

I felt like she’d taken the knife she left
in my guts nine months ago and twisted it. This entire time, I’ve felt like
there was something else I could have done to keep her. I worried that when she
left, I should have looked harder for her. I blamed myself for her leaving when
all along, she was leaving, no matter what. “You spent your life with no one to
be accountable to and honestly, so did I. The difference between us, Summer is
that when we met, I was ready to change that, but you weren’t.”

“We’re very different, Drake. For one
thing, I didn’t have anything to offer you.”

“I didn’t want anything from you besides
you and I’m pretty sure I made that clear. For me, that was enough, but you
didn’t trust me when I told you that.”

“Forgive me, but trust isn’t something you
find easily on the streets.”

“Poor little homeless girl.” Sarcastic and
rude, but she had it coming. She was using that excuse like a shield and I was
tired of it.

“Fuck you!”

“Oh, now you’re mad? Is that righteous
indignation I see? You’re a hypocrite, Summer.”

One of the tears escaped and rolled down her
cheek. I almost felt bad then. I reminded myself of how badly she hurt me so I
wouldn’t give in to my sympathy. I wanted to hold onto the anger or I’d never
finish telling her what I needed to say. I went on to tell her what I was
thinking, “You use that homeless thing like a brick wall to keep anyone from
getting close to you because you’re afraid. You’re afraid of intimacy. You’re
afraid to change your life. You’re afraid you don’t have what it takes.”

She visibly winced before turning and
heading back towards the elevator. I almost let her go on that note just out of
spite, but I knew if I did, it would be one more reason for me to obsess over
her and I had to be done with this. “Summer.” She stopped, but she didn’t turn
around and look at me. “I found your grandfather’s money.” My father’s attorney
had just called me about it last week when I was in Hawaii. Summer’s
grandfather’s attorney had passed away a few years ago, so tracking down who
took over Wayne’s estate had been quite a feat.