Summer's Landing (A Loving Summer Standalone Novel Series): Loving Summer Spinoff (Loving Summer Series Book 9) (2 page)

“They’re
working on it,” I said. “It definitely came from within so we have a Benedict
Arnold. Which would require the utmost secrecy between us.”

Summer,
Rachel, and Drew fell silent as we were all thinking of how deep that betrayal
would be to find out someone close to you whom you thought was a loyal and
trustworthy friend was actually the one trying to kill you.

I
walked up to Summer, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me where I
leaned in and kissed her long and passionately in front of Drew. When I pulled
away, Summer’s face was flushed. She was clearly affected by my kiss, as I was.
My heart was pounding hard, and I wanted more of Summer. “Thank you, Baby, for
being so worried for me. You are my girl.”

Summer
looked ready to correct me, but I glanced over to Drew pointedly. Summer
followed my lead by looking over at him. Drew didn’t bat an eye. He was back to
looking at his tablet. He really has forgotten being with Summer. The old Drew
would have jumped out of bed, walked right up to me and push me away from
Summer, fighting for her like a caveman over his woman.

Maybe
he missed it. One way to test a man about how he felt about a girl was to kick
them where it hurt. No man would want to see his fiancé manhandled by another
man so…I grabbed Summer, whispered into her ear to play along, and pushed her
against the wall where I wrapped her legs around my waist. I leaned into her
and buried my face into the deep valley between her sumptuous breasts and
kissed the top of them. “I’m starved for you, Summer,” I said. “You getting
angry about the explosion for my sake only made me realize how much I missed these
past couple of days without you. Tonight, you are sleeping with me in my bed.
I’m going to make up for lost time by making love to you all night.”

I
knew I sounded corny, but to any man who hear another man talking about having
sex with their fiancé, or even seeing another man grope his woman; it would
push any man to act.

“Now
I’m worried,” I heard Rachel said, catching on to what Summer and I was doing.

We
all glanced over at Drew. He was smiling.
“You two should get married already. You could barely keep your hands off each
other. Go at it. I can’t wait to become an uncle, and I’m sure Mom and Dad
wants grandkids right away. Why wait? You two aren’t getting any younger.”

Rachel
coughed and said, “You knucklehead, Drew. If you only knew. If you only knew.”

“What?”
Drew asked.

Rachel
just shook her head.

Summer’s
face fell as she left the room. She was very upset, which made my heart ache
for her.

As
for my dumb brother with no clue, amnesia or not, I turned to him and said,
“It’s time you see a professional for your memory loss.” I walked out the room,
after Summer.

She
was fast and had already made it out the medical building, headed to my private
quarters where she had her belongings. After rescuing her from The Dragon, we
had her set up at my compound where we would be able to protect her.

She
reached the front door to my quarters, pressed some buttons, and ran into my
quarters. I caught up to her in front of my bedroom and wrapped my arms around
her, pulling her in.

“It’s
for real,” she said, crying into my shoulder. “Drew is not pretending. He can’t
remember.”

“For
now,” I said gently. “Just now.” I pulled away from her to look into her eyes.
Big beautiful and expressive Summer eyes. “We’ll find who made the medicine
Drew took, and we’ll find out how to bring Drew back.”

“Good,”
Summer said, closing her eyes briefly. “I’m beginning to think this is it. That
Drew is letting me go, and I have to move on, especially if he doesn’t
remember.” She looked up at me, and I had the sudden urge to kiss her hard. To
kiss her so deeply she would forget what she had with Drew. To kiss her to her
very soul so she would forget her pain and concentrate on the love I held for
her.

She
was blushing, and I think she was remembering our passionate kiss in Drew’s
room in front of Drew. We were both shaken after that. It was like reliving our
first kiss.

“Summer,”
I said softly. “If Drew never regains his memory of you, I hope you can move
on.”

Summer
looked at my lips and licked hers. She swallowed. “I have no choice then to
move on, but if there is a chance of recovery, I have to try.”

She
leaned in close and kissed the tip of my nose before smiling gloriously. It was
the Summer I knew and fell deeply in love with…the girl who could light up a
room with just her smile. “Thank you Nat for helping me. You always come
through. Always. That’s why I love…” she stopped, and I looked down at her.

She
had fallen asleep in my arms while leaning into me. Poor Summer. I had
forgotten she had suffered a lot recently too, especially being kidnapped and
rescued. And now her entire life had changed because of Drew.

Chapter 3

Summer

I
woke up in my room at my beach house in
Malibu. At least I thought I was. It wasn’t, since it was only a replica of my
room.

I
stepped out of my room and saw corridors that led to Nat’s modern contemporary
kitchen, the sunken and sleek living room, and Nat’s masculine but zen-like
bedroom.

I
was still in his compound at his high-tech security corporation. The compound
was where Nat lived with his top guys and most elite teams. I was in Nat’s
private quarters, which he had lots of rooms, even rooms that were the replicas
of the Malibu Pad, where he felt like home.

I
walked into Nat’s bedroom and looked around. Nat wasn’t in bed.

His
large California King bed was nicely tucked in. Soft silky sheets and fluffy
pillows made it so inviting. For a second I wanted to jump into his bed to rub
my face along the soft sheets and smell the clean linen smell. It was my guilty
pleasure as sleep was a prime luxury for sleep-deprived-always-on-call doctors
like myself.

I
couldn’t resist.

With
one leap, I was on Nat’s bed, snuggled up to the sheet, rubbing my cheeks
against its softness while making a kind of snow angel pattern with my arms and
legs, feeling how luxuriously soft the sheets were against them. I took a deep
whiff of the pillows, which smelled like wildflowers. No, orange blossoms and
lavender. And smiled happily as I closed my eyes in bliss.

I
heard a chuckle from a deep voice. It was like a sexy rumbling sound deep from
the chest. My eyes sprung open, and I glance over to where it was coming
from…the bathroom door had open.

And
Nat was standing at the edge of his bed dripping wet except for a towel hung
low on his hips. His hair was darker with dampness, but his eyes were
brilliantly blue in this light. He looked like a sexy Greek God caught in a
rain storm. Who was bulging and hard as a stone.

I
swallowed. Why did he have that effect on me? Involuntary. Like I can’t help
salivating when I see him shirtless, naked, or downright bulging hard.

“I
didn’t see you there,” I said, stating the obvious. I could have smack my head
for that clever and unwitty statement.

“I’m
glad you didn’t,” he said with a mischievous smile. “I thoroughly enjoyed
seeing you enjoying every aspect of my bed.”

He
plopped down next to me, and took a pillow to smell.

“Orange
blossom and lavender,” I said. “You scent your bed and pillows. I like that.”

He
took a whiff of the pillow and smiled. “Because I want them to smell like you.”

I
wasn’t prepared for that. “Really?”

“Isn’t
this your scent?” he asked leaning over to take a section of my hair and
smelling it with his eyes closed, relishing it. “It does smell like you. My
decorator got that right.”

“Oh
Nat,” I said, “That’s very sweet. I never knew you paid so much attention to my
scent.”

“I
know you so well, Summer,” Nat said softly, looking at me intensely. “I know
what you like to eat, how you sleep, your favorite music. How your skin is very
responsive to touch. How you like being massaged, how you taste. How you loved
feeling my tongue right along the tip of your…”

“Nat,”
I said, “I probably should…”

“You
should, Summer,” Nat said playfully. “But maybe I should get up and let you
keep enjoying this bed.” He turned away from me and got up, only his towel
slipped off of him, caught somehow by the tip of my toes.

This
was the next incidence where my jaws dropped open, but now I couldn’t help
salivating a bit.

Staring
at me was the most perfect and large rounded dick I have seen in a while.
Drew’s was impressive, but now seeing Nat’s again, even their dicks were marvelous
rivals.

Nat’s
was tanned like the rest of his tight muscular buns. His body was so tight and
smooth, going from large shoulders to washboard abs to the sexy V along his
pelvic bone down to his thick and long manhood. He was very hard. Very turned
on, and his eyes watched me take him in hungrily.

“Nat,”
I said. “You are beautiful.”

Nat
took a deep breath and said jaggedly, “So are you, Summer. You haven’t change
all these years except to become more beautiful.”

“I…I’m
glad the years have been good to you, um, your body,” I said. “You’re perfect.”
I gulped.

Nat
moved closer, getting back onto the bed to kneel before me. His abs leveled in
front of my face, as he ran his fingers through my hair. “Such silky soft hair,”
Nat said. “I’ve always loved playing with it, smelling it, and even wrapping it
around me.”

“Nat…”
I was intoxicated with him. “Are you in pain from the burns? I mean it looks
like they are healing on the outside. How about on the inside?”

I
reached out to touch one of his scabs that have harden into a scar. I couldn’t
help but kiss it.

Nat
winced. He was in pain.

“You’re
not completely healed,” I said. “You look like it, but you’re not.” I made room
for him on the bed, but he stayed on his knees in front of me. His fingers slowly
massaged my head, and I was leaning towards him, moving closer to his pelvis.
Oh my God, he smelled good. Right after his shower. He smelled like musk and a
little bit of sweat.

“I
can’t deny it,” Nat said between clenched teeth. “I want you. Very badly.”

“Nat…I…”
He had his eyes closed, as in pain, and I felt so bad for bringing it upon him.
For bringing him back into my world, risking his life to save mine when I was
kidnapped. I was now up against his pelvic bone, my cheeks against his soft but
hard skin. He smelled like a man aroused.  The tip of his manhood touched my
mouth and I opened it, letting my teeth graze the tip.

Nat
inhaled and groaned.

My
tongue licked the top tasting the saltiness of him.

“Oh
Summer,” Nat sighed.

I
wanted to take all of him into my salivating mouth, to make him forget the
physical pain he was in. I could feel the heat of his burns through his skin.
They were above body temperature.

I
licked the scar along his pelvic bone, and as my tongue came close to his rock
hard manhood, it darted out to outline the ridge before taking him in.

“Ah
Summer,” Nat said. “We shouldn’t…”

“I
know,” I said. “But this isn’t sex, is it? Not according to one President.”

Nat
laughed. “Summer, I didn’t know you had a sarcastic side to you.”

“So
you don’t know everything about me still,” I said. I deep-throated Nat and
heard him gulp before he started to groan.

I
knew I should feel guilty about this…but in a way I didn’t. Drew didn’t
remember me except for being Nat’s girlfriend. He had always been jealous of
Nat…for his accomplishments, for him being so responsible, for being the
perfect son.  He wanted to be like Nat, wanted everything Nat had, including
the crush I had for Nat.

He
was jealous of the love I had for Nat since childhood.

What
if I brought that jealousy back? What if my fawning over Nat and the
unbelievable sex Nat and I had made Drew so jealous he would snap out of his
memory loss and remember our relationship? It may be worth the try. As crazy as
it sounded, it was just as crazy as going after and trying to find the reclusive
maker of that coma drug. Maybe I was just that desperate to try both.

Maybe
I really couldn’t handle losing Drew so much that I’d risk everything to push
him to remember me.

As
the idea began to sound more and more viable in my mind, I sucked Nat harder
and more enthusiastically until he shuddered. “I’m…” he pulled out and exploded
onto the sheets on his bed.  

“Summer”
he kissed me and held me. “I don’t know what just happened, but I want more
than anything to reciprocate.”

I
laid back and said, “I want you to, too.”

He
grinned before doving down to lick my stomach and then running his tongue along
my clit.

“Oh
Nat,” I cried out. “This is…better than I remember us. Make love to me. If Drew
is going to forget about me, then I’ll make him eat his heart out.”

Nat
looked up from between my legs and said, “What?”

“Like
your strategy before, Nat. You used me to make him jealous. So now. Let’s
really make him jealous by going all the way, by being that lovey dovey hot for
each other couple we were before he got together with me. He’s always wanted
what you have, Nat. And now that you have me back, he’ll regain his memories
again once his feelings and jealousy kicks in.”

“I’m
liking the idea,” Nat said taking my entire folds into his mouth and sucking
hard on it, enough to have me climbing the walls. “I like that plan very much,”
he said when he took his mouth off. “Very much indeed,” he growled before
plunging his tongue deep into me.