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I nod, though he barely lets me make the movement. Frankly, I’m too focused on the rocking of his hips against mine, and the way my body is so quick to respond, even though he’d just wrung an orgasm out of me.
“Then it’s cruel of me not to share it with you.” My brain barely registers what he means before Kayde’s mouth is on mine, demanding entrance with teeth and tongue.
I give it to him, because there really isn’t anything else to do. I can’t seem to help myself as he kisses me; forcing me to taste myself on his tongue.
It’s so filthy. It makes me writhe, causes me to feel like my veins are on fire as he keeps my mouth hostage. Finally, I can’t help but sob against his lips, my lips chasing his as the overstimulation from my first orgasm becomes desire for a second.
“Greedy girl,” Kayde teases, pulling away just enough to slam into me even deeper. “Greedy, perfect girl. Are you going to fall apart on my cock, Summer? So greedy that one orgasm from my mouth wasn’t enough?”
“I’m not praising you just to boost your ego.” I laugh a bit incoherently. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”
His low sound might be a growl as he dips down to nip at my throat, just over the mark he’s already left. I yelp, hand flying up so I can tangle my fingers in his hair as he bites me. “Kayde?—!”
He doesn’t stop. He just changes his angle, pulling my leg over his hip so he can nail the part of my body that makes me see stars. My other hand comes up to loop over his neck, and I can barely register the soft, slurred pleas that fall from my lips.
When I do come, Kayde seems to be psychic about that too. He crushes his lips against mine once more, nipping and tugging at my lower lip as his movements lose their rhythm; becoming frantic. Soon enough he’s stilling, with a curse swallowed between our lips as he comes inside me while I clench my thighs tightly around him and continue to ride out my release.
Minutes later, I find myself on my side, my eyes on the wall with his arm slung over my hips. “It’s still your night,” Kayde murmurs in my ear, lips brushing the soft skin under it. “Is there anything you want me to do, Summer?”
Stay.
I swallow, hard.
Stay with me. Don’t leave this time.
Taking a deep breath, I ignore the way my heart flutters in my throat in anticipation.
Let me turn around and pull me in closer. Stay like this with me, please.
“No,” I tell him, never taking my eyes off of the wall. “I can’t think of anything.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
There’s no way I should be up this early.
It has to be a mix of getting to sleep for almost the whole night and all the sleeping I did yesterday. There’s no other explanation in my mind, and no other reason for me to be this wired, with electricity dancing under my skin.
Though I wish I wasn’t the only one up.
Normally I like the silence. I enjoy being alone to get work done that slips through the cracks when the kids are here and taking over everyone’s focus.
But today, something’s different. I’m not desperate enough for company that I’m willing to throw a rock at Darcy’s window or something else as equally suicidal, but I wish any of the other counselors were up. Even just seeing someone else in camp would make me feel that much less lonely.
Though I suppose I could go throw a rock through Kayde’s window and run away, then act innocent when he inevitably comes barreling out to see what in the world happened.
That also seems a little suicidal, however, and I’m not looking to be drowned today. Especially by the man who had so graciously let me sleep instead of taking up most of my night or doing something that had me knocked out for hours from exhaustion and adrenaline.
Rubbing my eyes, I wince at the tenderness under them, where the boys’ paddle connected with my face. It’s not the worst set of black eyes I’ve had, but I’ve forgotten about them enough that I end up digging into the tender bruise a few times a day and reaping the soreness straight after.
A door opens, and I glance up across the lawn where I’m picking up trash from the night before. The kids don’t really mean to make such a mess. I know that. But especially last night, when they’d been planning and writing and doing whatever for the talent show, things had happened and the normal amount of trash post-campfire had tripled.
Not that I’m mad. It happens. They’re just kids, and this is part of what I get paid for.
Liza climbs down the stairs from the nurse’s cabin, her eyes on me. I can feel the confusion emanating from her all the way across the grass, but I lift a hand and wave before shifting the trash bag to my other side and picking up a few more pieces of paper from the ground.
It’s not really that bad, and I’m already half done.
“You’re up incredibly early,” Liza remarks, bending to pick up a few stray pieces of trash. She walks over to me and I hold open the bag for her, while giving Liza my widest smile.
