Free Fall Box Set (Loving Summer #8) Page 3

  I wanted to think of her as my sister-in-law first and foremost, and to think of her as the only and better half of Drew Donovan. Mrs. Drew Donovan, only as Drew’s girl who was already taken and not available.

  Not this hot siren who just flew into my room, looking like she wanted to be fucked.

  I let out a loud growl as I took off my towel and head into the showers, looking down to see that indeed, I was definitely a man who was willing and wanting to fuck her.

  I turned on the shower, made sure it was as cold as it could be, and stepped in. After a while of stroking and taming my hardness with the cold, I finally got my lust back in order.

  Damn, you’d think I was some kind of adolescent school boy, a love sick puppy, the way my body reacted to her…the sight of her standing there with her full breasts nearly popping out of her sheer bra, the scent of her skin smelling like jasmine and oranges, the light cascading through her hair from behind her, highlighting them like a halo, reminding me of the sunlight that seemed to radiate from her whenever I saw her.

  I’ve waited ten years to get over her and her decision, yet it was as if time stood still. We were the lost teens back at Aunt Sookie’s Pad. We were helplessly and hopelessly in love with each other, but we never knew how to let each other know it and to act on it until we went to college.

  I know deep down that I always will love this girl, but being with her forever, that was something I didn’t think I could ever have with her.

  So, I gave her up. She was Drew’s girl now, and I have to live with it.

  Just like I have to live with the man I’ve become.

  I’ve gone through so many identities when I was working secretly for the FBI, that I couldn’t remember who I was sometimes. I’ve traveled the world, assuming different aliases, becoming a “ninja” - a spy who secretly gathered information and even a “raven” - a spy who seduced his way for information. I’ve seduced and slept with so many women to get information out of them to help the agency, I didn’t get excited about sex as I did initially. None of them could get me as aroused as I was just looking at Summer. Not even the most beautiful women…countess, supermodels, and mistresses of powerful me could compare to Summer.

  I’ve led a very exciting, very adventurous life as an agent chasing the bad guys and then becoming an entrepreneur on the side, and building a bunch of lucrative businesses which I grew and sold. I finally held just one and became an angel investor while still traveling the world, looking for the very guys who were trying to hunt me down.

  To accomplish all that, I had to assume so many identities over the years, I couldn’t remember who was who any longer.

  Until I received Summer’s invitation…it hit me like a ton of bricks that I had to do this, be here, as Nat Donovan, for the first time in years, so I can put things behind me and have closure as Nat Donovan.

  In public that is.

  Because the Nat Donovan everyone knew back when he went off to Afghanistan, died.

  Only Drew, our father, Rachel, and eventually Summer knew I was still alive but under a protection program that changed my entire identity to keep me and everyone around me safe from the crime lords that ran the worldwide hack ring I infiltrated and exposed. Ever since then, I haven’t been Nat Donovan. It was too dangerous to come out as Nat Donovan…until now.

  After I dried myself off and got dressed in a grey Armani suit, a crisp white custom linen shirt, and black Prada loafers, I reached for my phone.

  “Yes, Mr. Donovan,” a man with a British accent answered.

  “Any updates on The Dragon?” I asked.

  “Our guys trailed him to the port. Seems as though he’d disappeared onto a freight cargo ship.”

  “So he’s left Hong Kong?” I said, already knowing the answer. “Any idea where he’s heading?”

  “Your guess is as good as mine, boss,” Hector said.

  “And that’s why I’m the boss,” I sighed. “I’m always one step ahead of you.” I ran my hand through my hair, not caring that I was mussing it up. “Get the team in Hong Kong to brief the team in Los Angeles about the Dragon. They need to know and be prepare for what they’re up against when he shows up, and I need for them to be able to provide the level of security I need them to be at when this Dragon shows up. This guy means business, and the fact we lost track of him right when I need the most security against him is disturbing, to say the least.”

  “I’ll get on it, boss,” Hector said.

  “I’m not going to let another slip up happen to get someone I cared about killed on my watch,” I said.

  “I’m on my way to catch a flight to Los Angeles,” Hector said.

  “Good and bring Luis with you,” I said.

  Hector hesitated for a second before asking. “Um, if I may, boss, but why Luis?”

  “Because, Hector,” I said, “he’s someone who won’t hesitate to take a bullet for me.”

  “Better him than me,” Hector said.

  “That’s why I have Luis with you Hector. And with you, I know you can’t lie to me even if someone was to pull off all your nails one by one.”

  “True,” Hector said. “I’m not a good liar.”

  “So that’ why you’re coming here with Luis,” I said.

  “Right, boss,” he said.

  “Now go get pack and on the plane. I’ve got some unfinished business to take care of right now.”

  “As you say, boss,” Hector said, and he hung up.

  I packed up my bags, and got rid of any evidence I was in the room. What was I thinking, coming out as Nat Donovan right now when the last of the crime ring boss – The Dragon, was still out there. Of course he would get a whiff of me through some informant or other lowlife out to make a quick buck, and head on out to find me.

  I swore, I’d get ready and be prepared for him, when he shows up. Especially when he shows up. It wasn’t my wedding, but I’ll be damn if he does anything to ruin Summer’s wedding. Even if I have to get him first.

  Chapter 6

  Drew

  All the efforts of preparing the hotel suite with rose petals on the bed, scented candles that smelled like sweet vanilla cream, and a warm bubble bath seem worth it when a bedraggled-looking Summer flew into the room, looking flush and even windswept.

  It was time I pamper my sweet overworked Summer with a lot of my Drew-signature loving. She was so dedicated to her work, deciding to become a doctor because of what happened to Aunt Sookie, that she often worked for hours, forgetting to eat or sleep, just so she can help save another life. I didn’t think I could be more proud of Summer for all that she’d accomplished, graduating from USC two years earlier and then straight into med school despite her work with managing Aunt Sookie’s Acting Academy, but I was. Here was my Summer, who had always been my rock when I was tired and down, looking like she’d lost her beloved cat. I had to make this night all about her. I had to make her forget all her stress and worries, if only for one night.

  I walked up to her and hugged her, enveloping her tightly in my arms. Then I bent down to take her face in my hands.

  “I thought you’d never come, that you were lost in traffic. But here you are,” I said, smiling. “Like a breath of fresh air!”

  I thought she would smile when I said that. She usually did when I made an attempt to be extra cheerful. It worked all the time when we would teach the little kids at the acting academy. I would act silly and exaggerate all my expressions to get the little ones laughing and having fun in class, and Summer would laugh right along with them. Those were the moments I felt were so special. Not just when we were alone and making passionate love, but when we were with other people, especially kids, and we seemed so together, like we were on the same wavelength, on the same planet. We wouldn’t have to say a word, and we could tell what we were both thinking. I guess that’s what being in a loving relationship was like, especially one like ours which was built on a strong foundation of friendship first.

  “Summer?” I turned her
face to look directly into mine. She looked like she saw a ghost, almost dazed-looking as I took off her jacket and led her over to sit on the bed. I began unbuttoning her blouse, while I kissed the top of her head and moved my lips down to her cheeks and then her mouth.

  I kissed her gently at first and when I tasted her sweet mouth, my tongue delve in to taste hers, swirling with it and pressing into her harder, until she was moaning and kissing me back.

  I pulled away a second to whisper into her ear, “I’ve prepared a warm bath for you, baby. It’ll help you relax.”

  I finished unbuttoning her blouse, pulled it back, and was awarded with the sight of her full firm breasts peeping out of her sheer bra. Her pink round nipples were already hard and poking through the sheer fabric of her bra. Honestly, those bra makers, what were they thinking when they made sheer bras for women with big heavenly breasts like Summer’s. Did they think they would really provide any support for them at all with that barely there fabric? As I thought and always said to Summer, women were better off wearing no bras and letting their beautiful breasts hang loose and free. If they did, then both women and men would be happier.

  My eyes drank in her full breasts, and bent down my head to lick her nipples through her bra. She reacted by arching her back and pushing her breasts forward towards me, towards my hungry mouth.

  I was getting through to her, and enjoying it immensely myself. I licked her right nipple with one long lick, twirling my tongue around and around the tip of her nipple. “You like that,” I said.

  She nodded.

  “How about this?” I walked over to the bar, poured some chilled champagne into a wine glass, and came back to Summer, who was sitting there, with her eyes closed. “Keep your eyes closed. I want you to feel this.” I slipped on a black silk mask over her eyes and unclasped her bra. I took a sip of the chilled wine and kissed her, letting the delicious wine flow into her mouth.”

  “Hmm,” she sighed.

  I drank some more and kissed her again, letting the wine trickle into her mouth while I kissed her and sucked gently on her tongue. With my free hand, not holding the wine glass, I dipped my fingers into the chilled wine and trailed my fingers down her breast, circling her nipples and down the soft skin of her stomach to the waistband of her skirt. I didn’t have the patience to unbutton and take off her skirt, so I reached underneath her skirt, pulled down her wet panties, and rubbed her swollen clit with my wine-stained fingers, until she was writhing beneath me. I kissed my way up her stomach to her mouth and took another sip of the wine, kissing her hard and letting the wine in my mouth pour into hers. When she finished swallowing the wine and licked her lips, I brought the two fingers I rubbed her clit with up to her mouth and pushed it in so she can taste how delicious she was mixed with wine.

  “Oh, that is…” she began.

  “Intoxicating,” I said, my voice so husky with arousal.

  “Yes,” she purred as I took my fingers out of her mouth and plunged it into her sweet pussy. I reached in and twisted my fingers, rubbing inside of her until she was crying out, “Oh my God, I miss this.”

  “It’s been a while since I got to play with your sweet hot pussy, but tonight, it’s all about pleasing and pleasuring my sweet sexy Summer,” I said, chuckling, increasing the speed of my fingers as I pushed in harder and faster.

  Summer began panting. “I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you,” she said.

  That got me so hot, with her pleading eyes, looking so wild in pleasure, and her body writhing against my hand. I wasn’t into kink, except for experimenting once in a while, but when she gave me that look of submission, it made my cock twitch and grow with arousal. Fuck, Summer could get me wild, surprising me with something new every time. “No, darling,” I said, playing along. “You don’t deserve such pleasure. You don’t deserve to have me touch you like this, making you writhing and almost coming all over my hands. You’ve been a bad girl, and I’ve got a mind to turn you over and…”

  I turned her around and placed my hand on her fully round bottom, enjoying how perfect it was. With my free hand, I lightly spanked her, while my other continued to plunder her with my fingers. She moaned. “That sensation with your hand on my butt and your other one…it just…oh…” she purred as I spanked her again.

  “You’ve been very naughty, Summer,” I said sternly. “I think you don’t fully realize how bad you’ve been,” I spanked her again and then unzipped my pants until I was positioned against her sweet folds. I rubbed my hard dick against her while I spanked her again.

  “I’m almost…” she cried.

  I plunged fast and hard into her, filling her to the root of me and heard her cry out in ecstasy. I pulled out slowly letting her feel the full length of me before I rushed back in again, knocking her up against the pillows with her sweet ass in the air. I held onto her waist while pushing myself in and pulling out varying my rhythm while she wriggled up against me, matching me with every rhythm. I couldn’t control myself any longer and began pumping and thrusting harder and harder until we both cried out in pleasure.

  As soon as we cried out at the top of our lungs in bed, I noticed the door to our suite had flown open, and a man dressed in a grey Armani suit was standing in the doorway, brandishing a gun.

  The light from the hallway blinded me to seeing his face, but for a moment, I thought I saw someone familiar.

  The man stepped into the room, and my confusion was replaced with alarm and a sense of protection. Protection for the woman in my arms, from this man threatening us with a gun.

  Who was he, and what did he want with us?

  Could it be Summer’s attackers from years before? It couldn’t be the same nutcase who tried to rape her and then tried to kill her at the theater. No, that night ten years ago, was the night, I finally ended it, ended the harassment and terror Summer was in because of her stalker.

  I killed that son-of-a-bitch for Summer, and if I had to do it again to protect her, I would. Ghost or no ghost.

  “Summer?” the man called at the door. “Are you okay?”

  Summer’s face turned a bright red as she stared open-mouthed at the doorway, her ass still pressed against my crotch. She tried to pull away and grab part of the sheet from the bed to cover herself up, but it was futile. The sheets were too bundled up to cover any part of her. Her ass was in the air facing this man as clear as day. I moved over to block his view of her.

  I should be feeling modest for being buck naked in front of this man, but I wasn’t. I was angry, for the intrusion, but I wasn’t stupid. The man was still holding a gun as he walked into the room, away from the light behind him.

  “I heard you scream and I had to find you to see that nothing happened to you,” the man’s familiar voice said.

  He took one more step so that he was now almost close to the edge of the bedroom with a full view of Summer and I. He was staring at Summer with a look that was filled with longing and concern.

  Then he turned towards me, and I recognized his bluish-green eyes and movie star handsome face.

  “Nat,” I said, dumbfounded. “What brings you here?”

  Nat looked over at me, tearing his eyes away from Summer and her naked gorgeous body. “I’m staying at this hotel, and I bumped into Summer not that long ago down the hall that when I heard her scream, I had to find her to…”

  “See she’s okay,” I finished for him.

  He nodded.

  I pushed myself away from Summer’s sweaty body and straightened up. “As you can see, she’s more than fine.”

  “You can say that again,” Nat said, shaking his head.

  I walked over to the bathroom, pulled on a robe, grabbed another one and came over to cover Summer up. “I’m glad you still care about the welfare and safety of my fiancée,” I said, rubbing the word “fiancée” in.

  Nat straightened up and put his gun away somewhere underneath his suit jacket. “Under the circumstances, you can’t be too cautious.”

  I l
ooked from Nat to Summer and back to Nat again. “Boy, you haven’t aged much, Nat. You’re looking good.”

  “I could say the same for you,” Nat said, walking up to Drew and patting him on the shoulders. We stared at each other for a minute or two before we pulled each other in for a big brotherly hug.

  My eyes got a little teary, which wasn’t typical of me as I said, “I missed you big bro. It’s been too damn long since I’ve seen your ugly face.”

  “I know,” Nat said, slapping my back. “I kinda missed you too.”

  I looked at him and noticed the slight lines that barely wrinkled his handsome face, lines that told me that Nat’s been through some tough times over the years he was gone, and I immediately felt all the hurt and anger for his disappearance fade away. I was angry that he left so suddenly and never got back in touch with us, but in my heart, I knew why.

  “You have your reasons,” I said. “It’s okay. Now you’re back safe and sound, and that’s all that matters.”

  Summer, who was now wearing the robe I got for her, came up to us and smiled a happy bright smile that lit the room up. I saw Nat’s face literally transformed from gloomy dark thoughts to one of pure happiness when he saw her smile. “Now we’re all back together,” she said. “I couldn’t be more happy than this.”

  She placed her arms around the two of us and tried to hug us both but we were too big, having each become muscled-bound versions of our adolescent selves. It was understandable too how Nat got big and strong. We both had to grow tougher and get stronger being placed in the position and circumstances we were in. After Summer’s ordeal with the stalker who tried to kill her, I buffed up beyond normal, feeling the need to be able to take on anyone who tried to harm her again.

  Looking at Nat, I got the sense he did it for that very reason as well, but seeing how he was armed to the hilt, I also knew he had to in order to survive. What Nat had to face because he was the son who did the responsible thing and went to Afghanistan to save Dad, gave me chills at night. I knew he’d seen some horrible things while he was gone.