Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (99 page)

The realtor told me they’d left boxes for
me around back. I went out through the kitchen, almost tripping on a piece of cracked
linoleum. I found the boxes outside the back door and also found another
treasure
–
my
first beachcomber. It was one of the things I missed the most after Grandpa
died and they took me away. I’d even thought about coming back to get it when I
first took off, but I knew this would be the first place they’d look for me. My
emotions were overwhelming me once more and I decided that maybe some therapy
on the water was what I needed. Maybe after catching a cold wave or two, my
head would be clear enough that I could get something accomplished.

I found a pair of shorts and a bikini top
in my old room that still fit me and then I took the least weathered board from
Grandpa’s collection and headed for the water. The wind was blowing and
churning up the waves as I paddled out to the break.

The water was icy cold, but it felt good
to be numb. I lie on the board and let the motion of the water slowly calm me
as I waited for the approaching wave. I watched it curl up, and as the wind
took it, I watched it begin to gain speed. As the momentum built, so did its
size. I popped up onto the balls of my feet and felt that amazing surge of
adrenaline as it got closer. I felt it roll underneath me and I stood up. I put
my arms out for balance and turned my face up to the sun and for a few seconds
as I rode the wave, I felt like Grandpa was with me. As I rode it back down to
the surface of the water, I was smiling and for the first time in a while, my
soul felt happy. It was that deep, peaceful kind of happy that only comes from
knowing that you’re loved. Grandpa loved me and for the first time in six
years, I could feel his presence inside of me.

*******

After I came out of the water and took a
warm shower, I finally got to work. I put the boxes together and started filling
them with things from my old room. I’d taken one suitcase with me the night
that social services took me away. The rest of my clothes and shoes were still
in the dresser and closet. I wasn’t a snazzy dresser in those days, not that I
am now, either. Most of it was t-shirts and shorts and the occasional sundress,
but I was hoping I could find a youth home or some other charitable
organization to give them to.

When I finished my old room, I moved to
the bathroom and then to the kitchen, I was saving Grandpa’s room for last. I
knew that it was going to provoke a lot of emotions and take a lot of emotional
energy. After I finished the kitchen, I decided I needed food, a bath, and
maybe a good night’s sleep before I was ready for that. I taped up the last box
in the kitchen and picked up the keys to the house and the rental car off the
coffee table where I’d dropped them earlier.

When I stepped outside, I saw a taxi
coming up the small road that led to the beach. I didn’t think much of it. The
beach wasn’t private, after all. I turned to lock the door and when I turned
back, the taxi had stopped and the back door opened. The long, jean-clad leg
was what I saw first, but even before I saw his face, something in me
instinctively knew that it was Drake. He stood up and I stood there and stared
at him like I was seeing a ghost. He leaned in and paid the cabbie and then
turned back in my direction.

“Hi, Summer.”

“Drake. What are you doing here?”

He came towards me and I started to shake.
When he got close to the porch, I could smell the scent of his cologne on the
breeze, and I shook harder. “Are you cold?”

“No.” The tremor was even in my voice.
“What are you doing here, Drake?”

“I came to see you. Now that I do, I can
say it was well worth the three thousand miles.”

I was covered in dust. My hair was still
wet from surfing and hung in wild waves around my face and down my back. I was
wearing a pair of shorts and a
Scooby Doo
t-shirt that I bought when I was fourteen years old. “You’re insane.”

He laughed. “I seem to recall another time
you called me that. Do you remember?”

“The day you asked me to the gala.” I
shivered again.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?”

“I’m sure. I am hungry, though. I was
going to go back to the hotel in town and shower and get something to eat. Are
you hungry?”

“I can always eat,” he said with another
one of his amazing smiles. It doesn’t matter how much time has passed since I’d
seen him or how angry I was with him, I still wanted to walk over and shove my
tongue down his throat. I’m not sure what that says about me.

We got into the rental car and as I drove
us to the hotel, I said, “How did you know where to find me?”

“Kobe,” he said.

“Never tell Phoebe any of your secrets.”

He laughed. “I won’t. But you want to know
one?”

“Maybe?”

“I’m glad you told her yours. I missed
you, Summer.”

“Did you?” I wasn’t being flirty or
facetious. I honestly didn’t believe that he had missed me. He’d been so angry
with me that day I went to see him and it was obvious that he wasn’t hurting in
the sex department. I wasn’t sure he ever wanted to see me again.

I pulled the car up in front of the hotel
and before the valet opened the doors, he said, “I did, Summer…like an
amputated limb.” He was looking at me with those ice blue eyes and telling me
that he missed me, and I wanted to kick that damned valet in the balls when he
opened the door and interrupted him. I got out, and we walked into the lobby
together. I saw Drake look around and when his eyes fell on the little piano
bar he said, “I’ll get a drink and wait for you-”

“No.”

“You don’t want me to wait for you?”

“No.” With a still shaky hand, I reached
out for his. He gave it to me, and I looked up into his gorgeous face and said,
“I don’t want you to wait for me. I want you to come with me. I want…you.”

He smiled and right there in that fancy
lobby surrounded by fancy people he took my disheveled self into his arms and
he kissed the breath out of me, and then he picked me up and carried me to the
elevator. It was an eighties movie,
Officer
and a Gentleman
moment. I reached over as the doors slid shut and pushed
the number for my floor and then I kissed him again. I never wanted to stop.

CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX

DRAKE

I could feel Summer’s slim body shaking
all over as I held her and we kissed in the elevator. I knew how she felt, I
was shaking just the same, only inside. When the elevator opened on the tenth
floor, I carried her out and down the hall to her room. She handed me the
keycard, and I slid it in the door and pushed the door in with my foot. Once we
were inside, I kicked it closed and put her down on her feet. She smiled and
everything inside of me melted. It was like hot, thick lava was trying to force
itself through my veins and my heart was beating so hard that I felt like it
would explode.

“I’m a mess. I want you so bad, but not
like this.”

I was hoping for an invitation into the
bath, but I decided I wasn’t going to push my luck. “It’s okay. Go do what you
need to do. I’m not going anywhere.” She nodded and turned away before she
turned back and slipped her arms up around my neck. She pulled me down so our
mouths met and she gave me another long, hot kiss that I felt in every part of
my body, most especially the parts down south. She was panting when she let go
of me and smiled again, and I watched her go into the bathroom. Feeling weak in
my knees, I went over and sat down on the bed. I could hear the water running
through the door she’d left cracked. I lay back across the bed and wondered
what had taken me so long. I could kick myself for wasting all of these months.

I closed my eyes and relived the kiss in
the elevator. Nothing is better than that first kiss after time away. Well,
almost nothing. When I get her out here and into this bed, there will really be
nothing better than that. I let myself imagine for a second that I hadn’t
listened to Lance and Kobe and I’d gone home with the Summer imitation from the
bar. I shuddered, revolted by the very fact that I’d considered it.

While I lay there, I suddenly got a whiff
of something that smelled like lavender and I heard the bath shut off. My cock
throbbed at the sound. That meant that Summer was naked and submerged in
water…only steps away. The question was, what the fuck was I still doing in
here? I stood up and stripped off everything except my shorts. I went over to
the partially open door and peeked in. I could see her face above the water
with her eyes closed and that pretty blonde hair splayed out against the white
marble. Bubbles covered her body up to her neck and I imagined what was underneath
those bubbles. My cock ached as I pushed the door open slowly and quietly.

I went to the end of the tub where her
little feet were sticking out of the water and I reached down and ran my finger
along the top of one of them. She opened her eyes with a startled look, but
that was quickly replaced by a smile. I slid my hand down under the water and
got it wet before I slid it very slowly from the top of her foot, along the
outside of her leg until I got to her knee. Her green eyes were blazing with lust
as she watched me. I changed legs and started at the knee on that one and slid
my hand down to her foot. I massaged the balls of her feet gently, and she
closed her eyes again and let out a little whimper.

I moved my hand back over to the first
foot and after giving it a little massage, I let my hand run up the inside of
her leg this time. I didn’t stop until I got to the top of her thigh. God, her
skin was so soft. I wanted to taste her so badly. I moved my hand to the other
thigh and moved it in slow, soft circles. She moaned, and one of my fingers
moved away from my hand of its own volition and slid across the outer lips of
her pussy. She opened her mouth and stretched out her legs, letting out the
longest, sexiest moan I’ve ever heard.

I wanted to let my fingers delve inside,
but not yet. I slipped it up until it reached the bottom of her stomach and
once again moved it in slow, sensuous circles until I reached her hip, where I
did the same. I let it keep moving up across her flat stomach until I reached
the underside of her breasts. She was breathing heavy and her chest was rising
and falling rapidly. I let my thumb sweep up and slide across her hard nipple.
She shivered. I did the same with the other side, feeling that hard nub pucker
underneath my touch. Then I gripped them both, one in each hand, and gave them
a squeeze. Summer was squirming under the bubbles, and I loved knowing if I put
my hand back down on her pussy, I’d be able to feel her thick, hot juices even
in the water.

I played with her breasts and nipples for
a while until she was writhing so hard I was afraid she’d cum before I ever
touch her pussy. I slid my hand back down along the side of her sexy body. I
slid it underneath her and cupped one of her smooth cheeks in my hand and squeezed.
Then, I slid it back around to the front and traced my fingers across the top
of her pubic bone. She lifted up her hips, trying to get my fingers to touch
her pussy. I let the tip of my middle finger skim across the top of her swollen
clit. I felt her move her legs open further, and I stroked up and down the
outside of her lips and then cupped her entire pussy in the palm of my hand.

She pushed against my hand again, so I
gave her a little more. I let my thumb press hard into her clit and started
moving it in circles. While I did that, I let my knuckles separate her lips and
massaged the sensitive inner parts. She was whimpering and moaning and water
was splashing all over because of her squirming. I pressed harder against her
clit with my thumb and slid my middle finger into her smooth, hot tunnel. She
cried out as her tight walls clamped down around it. I let it slide in and out
slowly while continuing to rub her clit the entire time. She’s so fucking sexy.

I kept fingering her, adding a second
finger, too, and leaning down to kiss her. I matched the movements of my tongue
with that of the fingers that were fucking her. She moved her hips up and down,
riding my hand as she gripped it between her thighs. Her small hands were
gripping on the sides of the tub, her head was back against the marble, and her
eyes were closed. She opened her pretty lips and let out a sound that was more
of a deep groan than a moan as I felt her body go rigid. She panted out my
name, and then as her body convulsed, I felt the hot rush of her orgasm coat my
fingers and run down the side of my hand.

I held my fingers in place until her
shaking subsided and her body relaxed back down into the water. She opened her
eyes and looked at me with raw lust in her eyes and my cock twitched again.
“Wow.”

I smiled and winked. “I’ll see you in the
bedroom.”

She nodded. “Any second now,” she said.
“Be naked.” I left her there and went back into the other room. I stripped off
my shorts and climbed underneath the comforter and the cool top sheet, waiting
for her to join me. I’m not sure I was prepared for the sight of her, though.
When she walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy white towel, my stomach
did cartwheels. When she dropped the towel, I swear my cock tried to jump
across the room.