I’m still so aroused from our brief make-out session that my dick feels ready to explode, so when I settle into bed, I don’t even bother to pretend I have self-control. If I don’t jerk off, I’ll never get to sleep tonight.

My right hand drifts south and pushes beneath the elastic of my boxer briefs. I’m still as hard as steel. A few quick strokes, and I’m imagining how Summer would have looked in that bra . . . How Summer’s curves would have felt in my hands . . .

Pleasure rips through me as I let go, my hips lifting as I fuck my fist. She’s gorgeous and kind, and she wants to help me. Apparently, it’s a lethal combination, because a few more strokes and I’m already close.

If I were in the market for a woman, she’d be exactly what I’d want. Which is too bad, because she probably won’t speak to me after she wakes up tomorrow and remembers all that happened tonight. But there’s no room for reality inside my fantasy.

And in that fantasy, it’s not my hand moving over my stiff cock, but Summer’s hot mouth. A sharp throb of lust punches through me at the thought. It can never really happen, but man, is it a nice thought.

My brain plays out the fantasy in excruciating detail.

Would she be tender and soft and let me set the pace, or would she be eager and demanding, asking for me with her eyes and her words? Would she groan and beg for me? I’m right here, I would whisper, letting her take me in hand and guide me between her legs.

But I’ll never know, which is for the best. It would only complicate things for me. And I would never use Summer to blow off some steam. She’s a special girl. Definitely not someone I should sleep with once to satisfy some base-level craving.

No matter how badly I might want to.

How’s that for total honesty?

12

SUMMER

It’s late morning, and I’m working on my laptop at the cabin’s small kitchen table.

The internet signal is surprisingly strong today, which isn’t the norm here in the middle of nowhere. I’m thankful I have some work to keep me busy this morning, because I may or may not be hiding out today.

Okay, I’m definitely hiding. But who wouldn’t after last night?

I avoided breakfast this morning and got by with tea and a granola bar because I wasn’t ready to face Logan just yet. Instead, I busied myself with emails and an overdue phone call to Les, though he didn’t seem all that surprised to hear I’m still in Colorado.