The guy from that one su.., p.3
The Guy from that One Summer, page 3
“Oooh,” we moan in unison. The combo of feeling his bare skin against mine, his large cock splitting me in two, and the camera showing me what is happening outwardly to cause me such inward euphoria is exquisite.
“Look at you. Look what he lost and I gained.”
The comment makes me think, He means just tonight, right?
The way he said it, it held some permanence.
No. He means just for the night. The pleasure is fogging up my logical thinking.
I let it go.
“Bounce on this dick like a good little whore would. You are taking me so damn good,” he murmurs, making me clench. We don’t stop looking at the camera as he lies back and rubs my thighs while I ride his rigid cock with ferocity. God, he feels so damn perfect.
We keep at it, clawing and fucking. Ravaging and claiming one another like crazed lovers, and when it’s finally time for us to climax, he sits up and slides his hands up my ribs, under my arms, and around the back of my neck. When he holds me in place with one hard downward thrust, I come at the same time he does.
Our cries of passion are so loud the mix of them sounds like thunder on a stormy night. The walls could shake, the mirrors could break, but impacted the most are our bodies. Shaking, shivering, and completely losing grip on reality.
We kiss, our breaths mingling while we ride it out. His cum fills me, warming my insides, and I will never be able to explain how intimate that act feels. Partly because I have never let a man come inside me without protection before him. I’m having a one-night stand with a man I trust more than any past partners.
I fall onto his chest as he lies back onto the island, and we let our breathing settle. I start to dose off, my eyes growing heavy. Finn maneuvers me so he can stand and grab the phone. He stops recording and moves back to me.
“Come here, baby. We need to get to sleep before the kids get home tomorrow.”
CHAPTER THREE
ROLE PLAY AND A HAPPY MARRIAGE
“Maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I want one more round, baby?” I tell my husband.
Yep, my husband. Tonight, we role played a scenario we often talk about. Nine summers ago, when I met Finn, it was here, the Hamptons, the night after I was left at the altar. Except he was a gentleman and had a drink with me, him stopping at one, while I downed enough shots it could have taken out a horse.
“No, you’re going to be sore in the morning, and we have the kids and my parents flying back in from Australia. Let’s get some rest.” He carries me wedding-style up to our room, and I sigh in defeat.
“Fine. But you owe me a morning session,” I tell him, kissing and sucking on his neck.
“I can do that, but it’s going to be slow and gentle next time. I want to make sure you really feel me.”
“You mean feel your love. I love that after all those summers ago, you can role play with me and fuck me like I’m a whore, but you turn around and tell me you want to make love to me. How did I get so lucky?”
“By being my good little wife. Now let’s go to sleep.”
He tells me this, but I want to do anything but sleep. Our children have been on a two-week vacation with Finn’s parents in Australia. They come up every summer, spend a few days here, then take our two children back with them. We have seven-year-old Oliver and five-year-old Olivia.
And every summer, when they go on vacation, Finn and I come back to my family’s summer home here in the Hamptons, and we spend days lost in one another. Touching, teasing, laughing, playing, being sun-kissed, and making love like we can never be stopped. Nine years later and it still feels like the first time.
“Do you remember the night we met? The real version, I mean?”
He gets us settled in the sheets, and I tangle myself around him while he answers. “I do. You were such a wreck. But somehow, you were still charming. In fact, the more drunk you got, the more charming you were.”
I slap his chest and laugh. “That’s not offensive at all.”
“I’m serious. I don’t mean that you were better wasted, baby. I just mean how much more you shared about yourself. You didn’t hold back, and I found out so many things about you that the alcohol let you reveal,” Finn admits.
“Like what?” I question him, curious to see exactly what it was he remembers.
“You were not a timid or shy woman. You told me how much you loved to stand out in a room.” Running his hands up and down my spine sends shivers through me, but it feels just right. “You confided you once told a man to shove his hand up his ass and be his own puppet for talking to you like you were a woman with no sense.”
We both laugh at that.
“You told me that you don’t allow men to hurt you, but you still hurt from what happened.” His hand tightens on my skin, biting enough to let me know he’s feeling his jealousy.
“But you have me now,” I remind him, kissing his pec.
“Yeah, and your heart may have broken that night, but mine found a home,” Finn admits, and I tear up.
“What else?” I get out, wanting to hear more of what he has to say about me and us.
“I learned you threw up at your fourth-grade spelling bee, because the word was pickles, and those make you nauseous.”
I bring my hand over my mouth. “Don’t. Don’t talk about them, or I will in fact barf on you.”
“Fair. I like weird, kinky shit with you, baby, but barf play isn’t one,” he teases, and I groan and turn away from him. He laughs and turns, pulling me with his arm around my stomach, and I giggle, his touch and his lighthearted playfulness warming me.
“I learned you made me want to own you. Have you. Fucking possess you.” He nips at my ear, and I moan. His hands palm my breasts.
Finn did just that. I never wanted to be owned… until I learned what being owned by him could mean.
Family. Safety. Freedom to be me. Friendship. And the greatest sex anyone could ever have.
“I’m thankful he left me that day and that I stumbled up that path, falling face-first. It led me to you, and I couldn’t have asked for anything better than to be here in your arms right now.” I turn my head and meet his lips. When they touch, we share lazy, slow kisses, our tongues playing a synched melody together.
I love Finn Callin. He’s everything I could have wanted in a man, in a husband, in a father for my children, and most importantly a best friend. He’s a charming, cocky son of a gun, but he’s also the greatest gentleman and fiercest protector.
“Thank you,” I say simply.
“For what?” He rubs at my stomach, my hips and thighs, anywhere he can touch from his position.
“For watching my face fall into the sand with my ass in the air, and, instead of laughing, helping me into the house. I wouldn’t be here with you and our children if you hadn’t come in and saved the day the way you did.”
“Oh, baby, I didn’t save the day. I fucking stole it. And now, you can try to get away from me, but I will follow you to the ends of the earth until you are mine once again.”
“Crazy. You are mad,” I tell him, turning to face him. As I cup his face, we search one another. He gives me his beautiful green eyes, and my blue ones dive into them, and it’s a real connection. That’s the pivotal event from the night we met that I remember the most.
Before all the alcohol and haziness set in, I remember the intensity in his eyes that we shared. I remember the way they didn’t just peruse my body, but they pierced my soul. There was an instant connection there, as if he knew me and I knew him from a time longer than just that night.
And for nine years, we have learned so much about one another, yet each day feels like the first day, like we’re just starting to date. I thought that type of love only existed in movies. What’s more is our sex life, while I believed only existed in good pornos.
We’ve never stopped dating, and we’ve never stopped looking at each other like we’re one another’s wildest and wettest dreams.
And all of that comes wrapped in a pretty bow that is the family we’ve created. Our children are our pride and joy, just examples of the love he and I share. They make us laugh, a perfect combination of Finn and me.
Oliver is super witty and keeps you constantly on your toes. And Olivia, God, she’s just like me. She knows how to dish it out and not take shit from anybody, and she’s only five. Lord, help the world when she’s out there on her own. Olivia and Oliver will take over and set a path that so many people wish they could walk with as much ferocity and confidence as those two.
But don’t get me wrong—they keep us off-kilter. And yet, while these two weeks are important for Finn and me to have each summer, to reconnect and recenter, we miss them like crazy.
A lot of our neighbors back in the city call us the Crazy Brady Bunch. We are always having fun, being the loudest at the park, forever laughing.
And to think this all started when I was left at the altar, thinking that was it for me, that my life was an utter disaster and could never be repaired. Then, insert Finn, the Hamptons, and half a bottle of tequila, and you have the perfect recipe for the start of a happily ever after.
Try saying that three times in a row without sounding like an insane person.
“You’re really in your head there, aren’t you, daisy?”
My stomach flips when he says this. He reads me so well, and using the nickname he first gave me when we met…. God, will this ever change? Will I ever stop getting butterflies? Or will I always be completely and utterly obsessed with the stranger who became my husband?
“I just can’t believe we’re here from where we started. I love you, Finn.”
He kisses my forehead and tucks a piece of my long brunette hair behind my ear. “And I love you, Remy.”
I know tomorrow, when the kids get back, we will have to return home to the city, but I already can’t wait until next summer. “Are you excited for the next time we come back?”
He grins, and it’s the one that’s always been his signature—a cocky and all-knowing one. “I’ll be dreaming about it every day until then.”
“Well, also until then, we can just rewatch that video over and over again,” I remind him of the video we made tonight, and I can definitely say that is something we have never done. Finn and I have a healthy sexual relationship, but something about here—this house, the Hamptons—it just brings out a different side of us.
“Even if we didn’t have the video, I would never forget tonight. Or any other night since I met you.” He winks at me.
“You know, one day, I really think I should write a book about this.” I rub at his chest, feeling the hard muscles under my feminine hands. Such a stark contrast, another thing I love about us.
“Yeah, and what would you call it, Remy?”
“Oh, that’s a good one. Maybe something ominous, or mysterious, or even something really simple.” I shrug and giggle, and he joins it with a chuckle.
“Hmmm. I think I know what you could call it.”
“Oh, really? Can’t wait to hear this. Let’s see what you got.”
“The Guy from that One Summer.”
I laugh so hard, all the way from my stomach and up my chest. The laugh echoes in the room, and it causes him to laugh along with me.
“What’s so funny about that?”
“Nothing.” I grin. “It just seems so simple. So simple for us, and we are anything but simple.”
“You’re right. We aren’t that simple. But we can pretend.” He winks again, and cupping his face, I place my nose to his and shake my head.
“You’re not wrong though. It’s a good title.”
“Now you’re just stroking my ego. How about I give you something real to stroke?” And with that, he takes me in another all-encompassing kiss. A kiss that I feel from the top my head and down to the tips of my toes. It overtakes me, and just like we said, it’s anything but simple.
I lie next to my soul mate now, and it’s true. It all started when I met the guy from that one summer.
“I love you, Finn.”
“And I love you, Remy. Now… come here.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
USA Today Bestselling Author, CC Monroe spends her days working and her nights writing spicy romance novels, that will leave you blushing during the steamy scenes and crying when romance gets a little angsty! Living in the snowy state of Utah with her husband and two sons, she enjoys reading, music, movies and the outdoors.
When she isn't writing or working, she is making people laugh with her mad sense of humor and tip of the tongue one liners.
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