A Touch of Summer (6 page)

Summer heard rustling and she opened her eyes. Flynn was searching the medical kit. What was he up to now? She was on the edge, barely hanging on. The urge to squeeze her thighs together to get some relief was overwhelming. 'What are you…?'

'Have you ever played doctors and nurses?' Flynn gave her a wicked smile. Without waiting for her response, he unrolled a cotton bandage. He raised her left knee, passing the bandage around it. The last loop of the bandage he fixed to the centre of her bra and tugged, making sure that it was firmly in place.

Summer wriggled. She couldn’t move. A cool breeze blew in from the sea. In this position, she felt exposed, helpless and unbearably excited. She could do nothing without his permission. Flynn was in charge and, god help her, she had never felt so hot. But she would never admit it. Not to him.

'Do you like that?' he asked.

Summer tightened her lips and refused to answer.

'Oh, I think you do. Let’s see if we can make it more interesting.' He reached into his pocket and took out a berry with which he caressed her bottom lip. 'I want you to hold this between your teeth. If you bite it, everything stops. Do you understand?'

'Yes,' she croaked out the word.

'And I’ll be doing my best to make sure that you do. Now, close your eyes.'

'Bastard,' she got the word out before he popped the berry between her teeth. Surely Flynn couldn’t be such a sadist? She held the berry carefully, not wanting to squash it.

With her eyes closed, each sensation was heightened. She could hear the waves crashing on the beach and a seagull overhead. She could smell the tang of the sea air. A rattle distracted her, followed by the hiss of an aerosol. What was he?

She jerked in shock as an icy film was sprayed on one nipple and then the other. Summer struggled, trying not to bite down on the berry. Swear words came out in a muffled, incoherent jumble. Contrasting with her sun-heated skin, her nipples were icy cold, diamond hard peaks that almost hurt.

But his hands and mouth were warm as they caressed her skin, teasing a path to her core. Summer arched her hips and received a sharp pinch on her nipple. She concentrated hard, trying not to bite down. It felt too good. He couldn’t stop now.

A hot breath fanned her mons, and she shivered as Flynn traced a slow torturing finger around her clit. He plunged it inside her, and she gave a muffled cry, scrunching her eyes tightly shut.
Don’t bite. Don’t bite.

'Mmmmm, hot and sweet and so very wet. Now open your eyes. I want you to watch.' She forced them open, blinking, and the smouldering heat in his glance made her shiver. Flynn pumped his finger slowly inside her, the delicious sensation against her sensitive nerve endings making her want to scream. She clenched her inner muscles seeking more pressure and received a sharp tap on her thigh.

'Naughty,' he said. 'Only when I say so.'

He added a second finger, and she almost bit down. Summer twisted her head from side to side as he continued his sensual massage. His thrusting fingers moved faster, ramping up the intensity. She wanted to beg, to scream at him. Instead she concentrated on breathing and trying not to clench her teeth. The first wave of a massive orgasm shot through her. Like a tidal wave, it went on and on, destroying every shred of resistance in its path. So intense that she felt she was going to pass out. She couldn’t control herself any longer. She bit down. The taste of sweet-sour wolfberry flooded her mouth. Nothing had ever tasted so good.

'Oh god, oh Flynn,' she wailed. They could probably hear her back at the camp, but she didn’t care.

As the last shockwave of pleasure ebbed away, Flynn turned his attention to her clit. 'Please don’t.' she whimpered. 'It’s too soon. I can’t.'

Flynn ignored her protest, tasting her with long slow licks. His mouth fastened over her sensitized clit, and she cried out when he took the tender nub between his teeth and nibbled lightly. With impossible speed another orgasm built into a sensual overload. Summer screamed out his name, mindless with pleasure as her body shuddered helplessly.

'Poor baby,' he murmured as he cut the bandages from her and released her leg, rubbing her flesh, sending her into further tiny shocks that she couldn’t seem to stop.

He cut the tourniquet from her wrists and rubbed them briskly.

She couldn’t help him. She could barely move a muscle; she was a helpless creature with jelly for bones. Intermittent shudders passed through her for long minutes and Summer drifted sleepily with the sound of the tide. When she opened her eyes again, Flynn was staring at her. The brooding heat in his eyes told her that she was in trouble.

'I do believe it’s my turn.'

Flynn devoured her with his eyes. Every time he tried to talk himself out of getting involved with Summer, something like this happened. Now, with her sprawled out in front of him, all luscious inviting femininity, something snapped. He could not resist her. He could play at giving her a taste of life on the wild side, pretend he was indulging her taste for kink. But the truth was that he was caught in her web. God help him, he knew it was going to end badly, but he could not help it. He could no more resist Summer O’Sullivan than a child could resist chocolate. He was about to indulge, and knew he would pay the price.

'I believe I owe you a punishment,' he told her, allowing a hint of menace to harden his voice.

Summer blinked at him, startled. 'You mean that wasn’t—' She gestured at the rumpled sleeping bag.

'Oh no, that was a warm-up, to get you good and receptive for your punishment. What do you think a girl who runs into a battle field deserves?'

There was a sparkle of interest in her eyes. 'Um, a good tongue-lashing?'

He fought not to laugh. God, she was irrepressible. No matter how mad she drove him, he loved her company. But he wasn’t letting her know that. 'No,' he said sternly. 'I was thinking of something with a bit more sting in the tail.'

'You’re going to spank me? Aw, that’s not fair.' She looked around. 'Besides, there’s nowhere to do it.' She shot him a challenging glance, daring him to back down.

'All operatives are trained to be inventive,' he told her.

Flynn lifted her off the sleeping bag, tossed it over the beached tree trunk, then flipped Summer over and put her over it, arse up.

'You’re a brute.' She glared at him over her shoulder, but made no move to get away.

'And you’re a Victorian maiden?' He stood for a moment admiring the view. She had a world-class arse and this position showed it to perfection.

He came up behind her and ran hand over her bottom, enjoying the feel of the silky skin. That olive oil did its job well. His first spank was no more than a tap, but she jumped and giggled. He did it again.

He warmed her up gradually, taking his time before he increased the intensity of the spanks. She giggled her way through the first few, then began to curse, but settled every time he stopped to caress the pink skin. It was getting warmer and the contrast of the hot skin on her arse and the cool skin of her back was enticing. He could not resist dipping his head to string a line of kisses down her spine.

'Mmmm,' she purred. It was the most enticing, encouraging sound he had ever heard. He spanked her again, loving the way her bottom absorbed the blows, the quiver after each one, the way she reacted. Some women endured a spanking. Summer gasped and yelped and shivered. He varied his strokes a little, seeing what made her react most.

He spanked her with his fingers slightly parted, and she jerked in reaction. 'You bastard.'

'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?'