Page 16 of Charm (Billionaire Buck Boys #7)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Holden
Last night should be a blur given the copious amount of wine I drank and how little sleep I had, but I remember every glorious fucking moment of it, and I do mean glorious fucking.
I’ve had my fair share of lovers, but none are as memorable as Summer.
She blew me, I ate her sweet pussy, and we fucked twice.
The first time was in the chair in the main living area.
It was moments after I came down her throat, but the need for her was so great that I had to have a taste of her.
As soon as she came apart on my tongue, she wanted to feel me inside of her.
I sheathed my cock in a condom before I ordered her to ride me.
We couldn’t take our hands off each other in the pool after the sun set. We kissed for what felt like just short of forever, I got her off with my hand again, and after we showered together, I took her into my bed.
That fuck was slow and I’d say sweet, but there was nothing sweet about it. It was intense, mind-numbing and after it was over, I fell into a deep sleep sometime around six a.m. with her next to me.
She must have left, because it’s now nearing noon, and she hasn’t emerged from Mrs. Frye’s house. I don’t have her number, so I can’t send her endless text messages asking if she wants to hang out today.
I feel like a college kid who had a night he’ll never forget. I’m in the middle of a weekend I know will linger with me for a hell of a long time.
I needed this more than I realized.
A knock at the front door sends me in that direction in a sprint. I was planning on a walk on the beach soon, so if it’s Summer waiting behind the door, I’ll invite her to join me.
I swing it open with a flourish and a wide grin on my face.
A pair of paws land in the center of my bare chest as a loud bark fills the air.
“Copper,” I say the dog’s name while I pat his furry head. “Hey, buddy.”
“Hi, Holden,” Wally, one of my neighbors, greets me as he clings to his dog’s leash.
“Wally.” I toss him a smile. “How are you?”
“Good.” He nods so briskly that the straw hat on his head inches forward. “I was wondering if I could borrow something.”
“Sure.” I give Copper one final pat before he lands back on the floor on all four paws. “What do you need?”
“Your expertise.”
I know where this is headed. Wally doesn’t own a car. In fact, he has never had a driver’s license. Mrs. Frye is his usual go-to when he wants something from town, but since she’s not here, and my BMW is sitting in the driveway, Wally sees me as his ticket to wherever he’s headed.
The expertise part of it is a ruse that always works on me. He’ll tell me that he needs a second opinion on what fresh fish he should buy to grill tonight, or what dessert at the bakery would be my first choice.
A journey with Wally is a guaranteed hours-long adventure, and I’d much rather spend that time waiting around to see if Summer strolls out of the house next door and wanders over here.
Before I can let him down easy, he tosses more information in my direction, “I had a nice conversation earlier with the young lady staying at Mrs. Frye’s house this weekend.
She was getting into a car with a driver.
They were headed to town. She offered to pick up a few necessities for me. What a sweet angel she is.”
I smile at his description of Summer.
If she’s already in town, maybe a trip there wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “Did you forget to ask her to grab something you need? I can drive you into town to get it.”
The offer may be genuine, but my motives aren’t.
I’m not going to slide behind the wheel of my car just to take Wally to get one ingredient he may have forgotten for his regular Saturday grill night.
I’m aiming to get more time with Summer, and if I have to head into town to make that happen, I’m all for it.
“No need.” He laughs off my suggestion. “I was hoping to peruse your library so I’d have something to occupy my time this afternoon. You must be an expert on what’s good to read. Do you have any suggestions?”
Leave it to my grandmother to create a library in this house that the locals swarm to. Wally isn’t the only one who stops in randomly when I’m around to pluck a book off the shelves. I can’t complain since the books are always returned in pristine condition with a hearty thank you.
“Come on in.” I step aside to give him and Copper the room they need to enter. “I can’t lend a hand with suggestions, but as you know, there’s plenty to choose from.”
“Don’t I know it.”
I give the dog another pat on the head. “I’ll find those treats I bought Copper the last time I was here.”
“He’ll love that.” Wally flashes me a toothy grin. “I promise I won’t be long.”
That’s a promise he’s guaranteed to break. Wally is notoriously slow when it comes to browsing the books in my late grandmother’s extensive library.
It looks like I’ll need to wait at least a few more hours to see Summer again.