A touch of summer, p.5
A Touch of Summer,
p.5
'I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I certainly am.' He ran both hands over her hot skin. 'You should see how inviting this looks, all red and pretty. And your arse wobbles so beautifully.'
'Bastard!' This time she sounded genuinely outraged.
He laughed and spanked her again. This time he kept going, increasing the speed and sting, so that she was panting and gasping. Her knees fell apart, and he drove her on, urging her into the rhythm of the spanking.
But even as he pushed her towards her limits, he reached his own. The sounds she made were turning him inside out. The scent of her arousal, rich with sweet musk and a hint of the sea, was driving him to breaking point. The feel of her hot skin was impossible to resist.
'Flynn,' she moaned and he broke.
With a curse, he shoved his trousers down, grabbed a condom from his pocket, rolled it on at top speed, steadied her by her hips. Then he plunged into her.
'Flynn!' This time, she could be heard from the camp. He didn’t care. The scalding heat of her blanked his mind. He didn’t care who came to watch. He thrust deeply.
He tried to control himself, to go slowly, give her time to go along with him, but the urgency which had built up during the weeks in the croft and the games, seeing her in danger and the spanking were too much to ignore. He held on to her and drove both of them mad.
Summer thrust her hips back against him, the heat of her spanked skin an additional goad which he didn’t need. He pulled her back onto his cock at every stroke, knowing he would not last long and aiming for her G-spot.
Thank god, she was as aroused as he was. 'More, more,' she insisted. As his pace picked up, she was reduced to demanding moans.
Flynn felt the tightness down his spine and gathering in his balls, and fought it, but he was too far gone. She twisted against him, and it was over. With a roar, he plunged into orgasm, his seed shooting in endless jets.
That was all Summer needed. She wailed his name as she followed him into ecstasy.
Flynn retained barely enough control to pull her with him as he collapsed onto the sand, holding her tightly against his thudding heart. 'Christ woman, are you trying to kill me?'
She raised her head, hair gloriously tousled, and he couldn’t resist sliding his hand into it and tugging. Her eyes closed in surrender before she forced them open again. 'Me? I wasn’t the one—'
He didn’t give her a chance to finish the indignant speech. He dragged her head down and kissed her, ravaging her mouth. She responded hungrily, entwining her tongue with his. 'Oh Flynn,' she moaned.
Something in that tone alerted him. He raised his head to meet her soft eyes.
God, what had he done? He couldn’t allow her to get involved with him. She thought his life was protecting society women and military games, and had no idea how dangerous it was. And she was just stubborn enough to try to follow him.
He had to stop it now.
He bounded to his feet and picked her up. 'As a punishment, that sucked,' he told her. 'So now you get the real punishment.'
'What?' She shrieked at him as he put her back, face down over the tree trunk.
'Hold still. You won’t enjoy this as much as I will.' Flynn held her in position while he put in a rubber glove and unscrewed the tube of Deep Heat. He rubbed a general dollop into her hot arse.
He saw the exact moment the heat penetrated her. She wiggled and writhed and called him names he normally only heard from the SEALs. He held her there for a good ten minutes, occasionally giving another light tap to keep the glow going.
Finally he let her up. 'Now you can get dressed. Don’t rub that off, I want you to be reminded what happens to girls who don’t do what they are told.'
If the look she shot him was any indication, Summer no longer harboured any romantic feelings for him now.
Flynn stifled a pang of regret. He couldn’t have her and there was no point in wishing for the impossible. He pulled on his own clothes. It was evening. They had been gone for hours. It was time to get back to real life.
Afterwards she stood and he helped her to dress. Her trembling fingers couldn’t manage her bra, so he tucked it into his pocket. The rough fabric of the jumpsuit chaffed her tender flesh as they walked the path back to the camp. As they neared the village, singing drifted on the air. 'You’ll never beat the Irish.' Reilly’s voice accompanied by a baritone she recognised as Andy’s. The song was followed by raucous teasing and Fletcher broke into another song.'We’ll be going home tomorrow.' Flynn said.
Home. Instead of the London mansion, a vision of the croft popped into her head and she smiled. At least they would have a proper bed and she would …
'Where the hell have you pair been?'
Summer never would have believed that such a big man could move so silently, but Niall had appeared in front of them like a ghost on the path. She darted a look to Flynn, but his face remained expressionless.
This was her opportunity, the chance she had been waiting for. One word from her about their exploits this afternoon and Flynn would be off the job. That was what she wanted. Wasn’t it? She could be back with her friends. Shopping, maybe going to dinner in the latest fashionable restaurant. So why couldn’t she say it? She couldn’t actually want to stay with Flynn, could she? That would be madness.
Niall waited for her answer.
'We were…' she cleared her throat. 'We were swimming,' she announced with more confidence than she felt. 'The facilities here are disgraceful. How on earth do you expect me to do without a bath for more than a day?'
'And this uniform chaffs my skin,' she threw in for good measure. Summer brushed past Niall and strode ahead of them.
'I’m glad she’s your client,' she heard Niall mutter to Flynn. 'That little madam needs her arse tanned.'
Summer stifled a giggle. The heat in her arse was already blooming and she doubted if she would be able to sit down for dinner. 'Flynn,' she shouted over her shoulder. 'I’m hungry. Fetch me something to eat.'
Tucking her sleeping bag under her arm, she hurried down the path ahead of them, without waiting for the inevitable explosion.
By the time Flynn arrived, she was in her sleeping bag. She sat up eagerly when he arrived. She really was hungry. She grabbed the bottle of water and drank deeply before biting into a slab of roast meat tucked into a crusty bread roll. It was the best thing she had ever tasted and she devoured it quickly.
Flynn cleared his throat. 'Summer—'
'Don’t,' she said.
She knew what was coming. Flynn would apologise, say it was heat of the moment, it wasn’t serious, nothing to get worked up about. Well, she wasn’t going to sit here and let him tell her it had been a mistake.
'I hope you are not going to get all serious and intense on me, Flynn. It was fun, but that’s all it was. Fun. I mean, you’re great in the sack, I’ll give you that, but—'
'What?' He looked so shocked that she was tempted to laugh, except that her heart was trying to choke her. 'I’m great in the sack?'
'Oh sure. At least a nine out of ten. Well,' she paused. 'Maybe an eight. You ruined my bra. In fact, I’m not sure that doesn’t mark you down to a seven.'
She giggled at the expression on his face. He wouldn’t have been more stunned if she had sprouted horns and a tail. 'You little—' He stopped and sobered. 'Summer, I need to know—'
She wasn’t going to have the whole post-mortem where she listened to his excuses. 'Don’t make more of it than it is. I’m not the falling in love type, and I’m sure you’re not either. Let’s enjoy the afterglow, and then forget it every happened.'
There was an edge in his voice. 'What happens on Brona stays on Brona?'
She smiled brightly at him. 'Exactly. I knew you’d get it.' She snuggled down into her sleeping bag. 'Now, if you don’t mind, I’m tired, I need a nap.'
He put out his hand to her, and she recoiled. As long as he didn’t touch her, she could hold it together. Wouldn’t beg him to hold her tightly in his strong arms, kiss her, make love to her. Over and over again.
He stopped. 'Of course.' Then the tent flap dropped and he was gone.
She tossed and turned for a while and then gave up trying. There was no way that she could sleep. Outside, the singing continued, men taking it in turns. The last voice of the evening was Niall’s - a plaintive rendition of She Moved through the Fair, a song about lovers waiting to be married.
A tear leaked out and slid into her hair as she listened. Tá brón orm. I’m sorry. The language of her childhood came unbidden into her head, but she wasn’t sure what she was sorry for. She brushed the tear away with her fist. She had done the right thing.
Tomorrow, she would go back to the croft, and things would be back to the way they were before.
Well, not exactly. She had learned things about herself this weekend. She was stronger than she had realised. She could stand up for herself, even against the most elite soldiers in the world. She wasn’t going to cry because he wasn’t in love with her.
When they got back to the croft, Flynn would learn that he had messed with the wrong girl.
Summer O’Sullivan was no pushover and she wouldn’t cry over any man.
THE END
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