A Special Summer (Love Conquers All) (12 page)

The cabin was small and cozy with a living room, dining room, kitchen and powder room

on the first floor. A loft bedroom and full bathroom equipped with a Jacuzzi was on the second floor. “Mmm, you sure like Jacuzzis, I see.” Summer had teased.

After unpacking, Summer fixed dinner which they ate on the floor in front of a crackling fireplace. It was an unseasonably cool evening for May. They were so relaxed, neither wanted to budge to load the dishwasher. Summer flipped a coin. It was Nick’s fate to load the dishwasher.

Returning from the kitchen, he sat on the floor behind Summer and pulled her to his chest in a bear hug. He whispered as he nibbled on her lobe, “Whatcha’ thinking, Beautiful?”

“Nothing.”

With one fluid motion he had her underneath him as he gazed into sparkling brown eyes.

“Now that I have you at a disadvantage, are you going to tell me what’s going through that pretty little head of yours?”

The prettiest smile he’d ever seen illuminated her face right before she spoke.

“You make me feel special, Nicholas Stiles.” She wanted to tell him more. To tell him that he made her feel loved and that she loved him. But she didn’t, because she wasn’t sure if he was capable of hearing it just yet. For now she would keep her feelings for him to herself.
Later, I’ll tell him later.

“That’s because you are special…” Nick hesitated, “to me.” It had been years since he revealed what he felt for a woman. He kept them and his feelings at a distance. However, somehow, some way, Summer had woven her way close to his heart. He would never admit it to himself or anyone else that she had gotten under his skin like a bad itch. Saying she was special would have to be enough. Nick promised himself he would never fall in love with another woman. Not even one as loving and caring as Summer Jackson.

He covered her mouth with his as he lightly traced the inside of her warm, moist mouth with his tongue. The kiss started off tender. As he deepened the kiss and their tongues mated the kiss took on a passion of its own fueling the deepest longing. He trailed kisses from her throat to her cleavage as he slid his hand under her blouse. Summer released a small sigh as Nick rubbed her nipple through her bra with the pad of his thumb.

Fingering the hem of her blouse, he huskily whispered, “Let me get you out of this.” Nick pushed himself up slightly enough to stare down into her face. Her expression revealed she wanted him.

A mischievous smirk played at his lips. “You do want me to take this off, don’t you?”

Summer nodded her head. “Yes.”

Lifting the blouse up over her head revealed a black lace demi bra. Summer’s breasts were rising and falling with each breath. Nick’s already aroused manhood strained against the zipper of his jeans. Summer’s stomach fluttered with butterflies as he wedged his tongue between her cleavage then glided it over the swell of her soft mounds. Summer drew in a sharp breath as her back arched to the response of Nick’s sensuous caresses.

Nick eased back and slowly unbuttoned her jeans. As he dragged them down silky, creamy thighs, a black lacey thong was exposed.

He rose with the agility of a large feline, taking a step back to enjoy the view before him. Summer was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on. Nick thought he would explode when she gazed up at him through brown doe eyes as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. It took every ounce of restraint not to take her at that very moment. The rising and falling of her breasts were mesmerizing, begging him to caress and suckle them. Nick took in a ragged breath as his dark eyes smoldering with desire roamed over her flat belly, lazily traveling to her dainty feet. Nick grunted when he spied Summer’s freshly French pedicure.

After Nick removed his clothes he towered over her in black silk boxers. As he lowered himself on top of Summer he supported his weight on his elbows. Wrapping a small hand around the base of his head bringing his mouth centimeters from hers she began outlining his full thick

lips with the tip of her tongue. Each stroke was slow and deliberate; Nick released a slow tortured groan. Summer was sure this would get her what she was yearning for.

Nick tenderly kissed a trail from her moist lips to the soft mounds of her breasts. Tugging on her right nipple with his teeth through the delicate fabric caused Summer to let out a soft moan.

“Take it off,” Summer begged. She needed to feel his hot breath on her skin, the moistness of his mouth.

Removing the bra, he suckled one nipple, then the other. Summer began eliciting soft cries of passions. Instinctively she rotated her pelvis against his hard body as moisture pooled between her legs.

Nick licked a path to her silky triangle as he inhaled her essence. Stroking her inner thighs and spreading her legs, he began worshipping her. Summer’s eyes crossed as she lifted her bottom off the floor to meet him. Every nerve ending in her body tingled as he caressed her in the most intimate way. Digging her nails into his shoulders, Summer’s moans became louder and louder as wave after wave over took her. As her completion came, she screamed his name. ”Nick!”

With one fluid move he was on his feet removing his boxers, releasing a huge, throbbing erection. Placing a hand on either side of her head, positioning himself to sink deep within her walls, Nick hissed a curse under his breath. He was so caught up that he never put on a condom. Flesh touching flesh felt so incredible. It had been years since he’d gone au natural. Nick

wanted to bury himself deep inside of her without the barrier of latex. He wanted hot, slick, wet, skin-to-skin contact.
Just this once.

Gazing into Summer’s beautiful face made him want her without protection even more. Softly kissing her lips, he hoarsely whispered, “Baby, do you trust me?”

A lazy smile curved her lips. “Of course I trust you, honey.”

“Will you let me make love to you without a condom?”

Summer had been so immersed in Nick’s foreplay she hadn’t noticed he hadn’t protected them. Biting her lower lip, her voice quivered when she spoke. “Nick, I…I don’t know? What if…”

“Baby, I want to feel you just this once?”

Summer had never witnessed such intense passion and desire in Nick’s eyes. She wanted to love him with everything in her, so she pushed away every nagging thought in her mind about an unwanted pregnancy. Just this once wouldn’t hurt.

With reckless abandonment she surrendered. “Just this once.”

As Nick slowly entered her, Summer’s lids automatically closed.

“Open your eyes baby.”

Obedient to his command, their eyes locked as Nick went deeper and deeper, inch by delicious inch. Every muscle in his body trembled as she sheathed him. She was so hot, wet, and tight as her walls contracted and squeezed him. “Oh daayum, baby, you feel so tight, so good.”

Summer let out a long breathy sigh when he lifted her right leg and rested it against his torso as she wrapped the left one around his waist. Fingernails dug deep into muscular shoulders as he deliberately shifted his hips hitting her spot, over… and over…and over…again.

Summer’s body ignited in passion. She never knew skin-to-skin contact could feel so incredible.

Nick and Summer moved to their own sensual rhythm as they slipped into an abyss of sensuality. Sensuality that had them soaring higher and higher into the atmosphere. Summer was the first to come crashing into waves of release. Nick immediately followed with a release so intense he collapsed on top of Summer as the last shudder left his large frame. Quickly rolling on his back, he pulled her petite body on top of his.

“Whew, I thought you were going to smother me.” Summer told him as she snuggled and nestled her face in the crook of his neck.

Nick chuckled. “Baby, I would never do that, especially after you’ve been so generous with the poonanie.”

Sucking her teeth in feign annoyance. “You are so nasty.”

“Nah, baby, this is nasty.”

Summer gasped when she felt his large hand cradle her womanhood heating things up all over again.

That night they made love again…without a condom.

“May.” Nick whispered. Summer conceived that night in the cabin. That was the only night they had been deliberately careless. He roughly rubbed his face with the palms of his hands.
Damn.
That night he spilt enough seed that night to make a hundred babies let alone one.

Summer had been hesitant and tried to voice her concerns. But he silenced her with his need to have her the way he wanted her. In hindsight, Nick knew her decision was made because she wanted to please him.

Rising to his feet, he went over to Summer’s slumbering form. She looked so peaceful. If it weren’t for the dried tears streaking her face, it would have been hard to tell she’d been uncontrollably sobbing just a few hours ago.

Gently Nick lifted her and carried her to his bedroom where he laid her on the bed. Careful not to wake her, he pulled the sheet and comforter up to her waist, stopping at her very pregnant belly.

What he did next, he had no control over. Gingerly he sat on the bed beside her. Being so close to her made him want to touch her. It had been so long since he felt her satiny soft skin. Lightly he threaded his fingers through her thick, silky tresses. They were soft just like he remembered. With the pad of his thumb, he traced her lips remembering how they trembled.

As he leaned over, kissing her ever so lightly on the lips he noticed out the corner of his eye movement. Excitement overcame him as he realized the tiny life in her womb was a part of him. Slowly he placed a large hand on Summer’s belly as if she were a precious porcelain doll

that might break if mishandled. The moment he made contact with her belly the fetus moved

again under his touch.
Amazing,
was the word that came to his mind.

Summer was always in tune with the baby’s movement. Even in her sleep, especially when the baby was extra active like now. However, there was another sensation she never experienced before, some sort of external pressure.

Twisting and stretching her limbs, she opened her eyes to investigate this new heavy sensation. Summer was not prepared for what met her; a set of dark, penetrating eyes. Immediate panic set in as she remembered how angry he’d been with her. Fear seized her as tears formed in her eyes. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t because her throat suddenly froze up.

Summer shoved Nick’s hand off her belly as she struggled to get away from him. She curled up in a ball in an attempt to shield herself and her unborn child; the dam broke, releasing a flood. When Nick reached out to her, she recoiled at his touch. He was greeted by the same response with his second attempt. In total disbelief, he reached for her again. This time her resistance was verbal. In a broken sob she pleaded, “Pleeease Nick, pleeease don’t hurt me. I’m…I’m sorry.”

Nick’s heart felt like it was being ripped from his chest.
She actually believes I would physically hurt her.
Wanting and needing to console her he inched closer to her.

“Nooooooo.” She cried as she scrambled to get away, but had no place to go; she was trapped between Nick’s massive body and the headboard.

Nick’s voice was soothing as he coaxed, “Summer, baby, I’m not going to hurt you.” Inching closer he added, “I just want to hold you that’s all. I promise I won’t hurt you.” His large hand slightly shook as he offered it to her.

Summer refused his hand until he gave her some reassurances. “Or the baby?” She questioned in a whisper as she wiped her face with the back of her hand.

Gently, he grasped Summer’s tiny hand and pulled her on his lap. Next he wrapped his arms around her in an embrace as he kissed her forehead. “No, Summer, I won’t hurt the baby.”

Tears flowed as her rigid body sat stiffly in his lap. Nick wiped away tears as they fell with the pad of his thumb. Repeatedly he assured her he would never harm her or the baby. The more he did this; her body relaxed as her heart rate returned to normal.

From pure mental exhaustion, Summer’s body slumped against his chest, allowing herself to be comforted by his words.

Sensing she’d calmed down, Nick let out a breath he’d been holding.

With the rhythmic movement of Nick’s solid chest Summer turned to putty in his arms. Closing her eyes, she remembered the last time he held her all night long. The pleasant memory caused her to unwind further, mindlessly shifting her hips in a position allowing her to snuggle closer.

The tight muscles in his shoulders unknotted as Summer’s anxieties faded away. He knew he could be a ruthless, even an intimidating force when he wanted to. However, he never intended to release his wrath on Summer the way he had. Now because his temper had gotten the

best of him, of their delicate situation, she was absolutely terrified. Even though he was pissed, he never wanted this. He never wanted to see the pure look of fear and terror on her face.

I need to fix this
. Summer had to know that no matter what, he would never raise a hand to hurt her or their unborn child.

Again she shifted and nestled her face against the base of his throat. His masculine scent was like a drug she couldn’t get enough of as her nose brushed against his Adam’s apple.