Semua Bab Summer Child: Bab 21 - Bab 30

“Ughhh, do we have to?” Aiden asked on an exaggerated whine, an arm thrown over her eyes as she kicked the sheets away from her bare form. Mitch had pulled out and rolled off of her to check the text messages that had piled up in the last half hour or so and she let out a sigh as he nodded and returned to her side.One strong hand slid up the length of her torso to cup a breast and she shivered in delight. Only moments ago, he had all but had her screaming the house down in pure ecstasy during a sultry, hard and fast tumble in the bed while they waited for Jessie and Jacob to decide where they wanted to go that night. “‘Fraid so. We’re all booked for Cuvee tonight.”“Leave it to Jessie to pick a wine bar when she can’t even drink,” she giggled softly.“Well, in all fairness, they do have pretty good food now,” he said, joining in on the laughter. “She must be craving something in particular is my only guess.”Aiden shook her head and rubbed lazily at her eyes. “I’ll trust her judgment

The morning sun was brilliant in its greeting the next day, but Aiden barely registered that it had risen at all, in favor of snuggling in deep against the man who was starting to feel like he’d always been there. At the very least, like he belonged there. They had had their fair share of all-night conversations over the years, had woken up on the squashy sofa in the Davis’ sunroom on mornings just like this, curled up next to one another where someone had kindly tucked them in with cozy blankets sometime in the early hours. But this morning, she was wrapped around the man in question, under her very own soft, warm duvet. Something she had let herself do in her sleep again, and something she was quite unwilling to undo. He was still fast asleep; exhaustion had won out over the appeal of sex and they’d passed out before she could even count to ten. She kept her eyes closed as everything from the prior day slipped around her mind. There was so much to process, so many moving parts. Some

An hour or so later, Aiden sat in stunned silence, surrounded by photos, police reports, Bill’s own accounting of what had taken place. Mitch was rubbing a hand over his chin and mouth, peering at the sheer mountain of information before them. "So… if I’m reading this right, it looks like a series of small incidents that, on their own, could be easily explained away… does that sound right?”Aiden nodded, it was essentially what she was thinking, too. Brakes failing on Grandad Bill’s car, causing a bit worse than a fender bender, despite being recently serviced. The police had ruled it an accidental oversight on the part of the mechanic for failing to replace the fluid. The mechanic had absolutely lost his mind over the suggestion, too. Aiden remembered him; he swore by his work and Nan had never stopped going to him for her auto repairs before he retired. She had believed him and that meant something. Then Bill was mysteriously locked in a walk-in freezer during a building inspectio

Monday?! Somewhere in the back of her mind, a little voice sounded off, a taint of disappointment clear in there that the blissful little bubble they’d created was going to burst in less than five days. She knew, of course, that he had to go back. That the few days off he’d taken for himself were finite and that he had a load of responsibility to get back to. But she couldn’t help feeling crestfallen knowing that she was going to be on her own most of the days for the foreseeable future. She wondered what it would look like after Monday, if he would still have time for her, or if they would fall, predictably, into a more casual thing. She certainly didn’t like the slither of discomfort that wound its way down her spine at that thought. Because here in the bubble it felt like anything was possible. Maybe even that long elusive des

A short while later, she stirred against him from where they’d collapsed back on the sofa. She felt him give a twitch from deep inside her, sending off another throb of pleasure to spill down her spine. She couldn’t help but arch her hips back, a move that had him springing back to life before she could even so much as gasp. “Hey Mitch?” she murmured dreamily, rocking gently against his lap, feeling his hands slide to cup her breasts and pull her tighter against him before one worked its way down to toy with her clit again. “Hm?” He barely replied, but didn’t stop his relentless work, sending little shockwaves through her as she drew it out as long as she could, slowly and steadily building the friction that she just couldn’t get enough of. “We’re not gonna make it to the beach, are we?” He gave a short, hoarse laugh at that, leaning up to press a kiss to the nape of her neck. “I don’t think so, but I’m still bent on taking you out tonight,” he breathed, unable to keep his hands o