The Pleasures of Summer (24 page)

Summer shifted restlessly in the bed. It was dawn, but she hadn’t managed to get a wink of sleep all night. Her ankle throbbed, but not as much as other parts of her anatomy and it was all his fault. Her hand strayed beneath her T-shirt, down along her stomach and under her panties.

Beside her, Flynn gave a soft snore and she was tempted to elbow him in the ribs. She didn’t even have the privacy to touch herself. If he thought he was going to control every aspect of her life while she was here, he was in line for a severe case of disillusionment. Flynn couldn’t break her. No one could.

She dropped her hand away and rolled onto her side to look at him. Even with the beginnings of a beard, he was drop-dead gorgeous and if the tenting in the sheet was anything to go by, almost as horny as she was. A wicked thought came into her head and she smiled. Flynn had deliberately set out to arouse and disappoint her.
Let’s see how you like a dose of your own medicine.

Summer slid beneath the sheets, trying not to touch him until she was ready to play. Poor baby. He didn’t stand a chance. By the time she was finished with him, Flynn would be putty in her hands. She stared at his erect cock. It was bigger than she expected. If they weren’t in the middle of a battle of the sexes, she might have been full
of admiration for such a fine specimen, but this was war, and she was determined to win.

She blew a breath against the silken head and was rewarded with a slight tremble. Slowly she licked it from balls to crown. He tasted salty. Flynn murmured in his sleep and stretched his legs, but didn’t waken. He probably thought he was dreaming.

Careful of her injured ankle, she slid between his parted thighs and stroked his sac, rubbing gently behind his balls until he gave another low groan. Summer lowered her head and took him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting a pearl of pre-cum.
Oh you are in so much trouble.
She sucked him deeper, licking at the tender spot below the crown, while she continued to stroke him with her hands.

Flynn’s hips moved, arching upwards, thrusting, eager for more. Then there was a strangled roar and the sheets were thrown back. ‘What the fuck?’

She released his cock with a pop and smiled at the mixture of lust and outrage on his face. Keeping her eyes on his face and her hand wrapped firmly around him, Summer gave him another long, slow lick. Flicking her tongue across the tip. Tasting him.

‘Stop that.’

Summer gave him an innocent look before licking him again. ‘Why? Don’t you like it?’

‘Yes. I mean no. Oh, Christ, woman, I don’t know what I mean.’

‘Let me know when you make up your mind.’ She closed her eyes and lowered her head, taking him into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat. Flynn’s
hand fisted in her hair and she didn’t know whether he meant to encourage her or stop her.

He tugged her hair, pulling her away from him. ‘I said stop.’

With a lingering final kiss, she sat back on her heels and admired her handiwork. He was rock hard and stiff as a board. Flynn would need a cold swim in the loch after this. Now the arrogant Scot knew exactly how it felt to be taken to the edge and left hanging. She lay down beside him, pleased with herself. ‘I believe that’s called a ruin. How did
you
like it?’

He grinned. ‘No, that’s a nice way to wake up in the morning. I can thoroughly recommend it.’

She snorted. Her plan to pay him back hadn’t worked but there was still potential. She eyed his impressive erection. ‘So why don’t we put that flagpole to good use? It seems a shame to waste it.’

Flynn climbed out of the bed and grabbed his clothes. ‘I don’t sleep with my clients and I’m taking my flagpole for a nice relaxing shower.’

He stomped down the ladder as if he was trying to break each rung and she heard the rustle of clothing while he dressed, followed by the door slamming.

Damn. That hadn’t gone exactly to plan. Now he was mad at her. Mad and horny. Which made two of them. They would be like a bag of cats trapped in the croft together. Cats in heat.

Flynn would have to give in eventually, but first she had to take care of herself.

With one hand she covered her breast, squeezing and plumping it, just as he had done the previous night. She
had never felt so hot. She had heard that some girls could come just from breast play, but she hadn’t believed it. But Flynn … His hands should be licensed. And his mouth. And every other delicious part of his anatomy. Her other hand strayed to her panties and her fingers traced a path around her clit. She was wet and aroused. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge and –

The door swung open and she froze as she heard his footsteps on the ladder. She quickly pulled her hand away and covered her breasts, but not before he had caught her.

His hazel eyes were dark. ‘Oh no, you don’t. If I’m going to suffer, then so are you. Get dressed.’

‘But –’

‘I said dressed. Now. And don’t get any ideas. I’ll be watching every move you make.’

His chest rose and fell beneath the dark T-shirt. She had done a good job of getting Flynn worked up, but how long would it take to push him over the edge?

She shrugged. ‘Fine.’

Summer climbed off the bed and limped to her rucksack, ignoring the hiss of his indrawn breath as she bent over to grab a clean T-shirt. Oh, she couldn’t. That would just be too mean. Schooling her face into an expression of innocence, Summer turned to face him. Flynn was still glaring at her.

With more confidence than she felt, Summer pulled her top over her head. Her nipples pebbled, and she wasn’t sure whether it was because of his proximity or the temperature in the cottage. Ignoring the lacy wisp of a bra that he had packed, she pulled the clean T-shirt over her
head, smoothing it over her curves, before she stepped out of her panties.

A rumble which sounded suspiciously like a growl came from the other side of the bed. She ignored it. Summer emptied the contents of the rucksack onto the quilt and sorted through them. She risked a glance at his face from beneath her eyelashes. A storm was brewing in his eyes.

‘Didn’t you pack the pink ones?’ she asked innocently. ‘Never mind.’

She selected a pair of pale satin boy shorts trimmed with black lace, making sure that Flynn had a good view while she drew them up her legs and pulled on her shorts. Her eyes fell on her wash bag and she grinned. How could she have forgotten? She had a tiny waterproof vibrator in there. Flynn might hover over her while she was in the croft, but he would hardly follow her into that excuse for a bathroom at the end of the garden. Flashing him a bright smile, she picked up her wash bag and towel. ‘I may need your help getting down the ladder.’

It was the slowest climb ever. She could feel his breath on her thighs as she limped down the rough steps. Once she pretended to stumble and Flynn was there immediately, holding her close until she reached the bottom step.

‘Thank you,’ she said in a husky tone that wasn’t all pretence. She leaned against him for support she didn’t really need.

‘Bathroom,’ he repeated, while he held her upper arms before he pushed her away.

She gave him a flirtatious smile and took her time as she made her way up the path, conscious of him walking
behind her. At the top of the path she opened the door and slipped inside. The light in the spa was dim. The shower was barely a dribble. Summer didn’t care. She reached into her wash bag and pulled out the tiny vibrator and blew it a kiss. ‘You purple-helmeted love god,’ she murmured.

Bracing her hand against the tiled wall of the shower, she pressed the vibrator against her clit and turned it on. Nothing happened. Summer shook it. ‘Damned battery.’

She pressed again and waited for the buzz that would tell her that ultimate pleasure was only minutes away. Still nothing happened. She shook the tiny purple vibrator. Maybe the connection was faulty. There was a polite tap on the door and she pulled her towel around her. What did the Scot want now?

She opened the door a crack and a hand appeared.

Flynn’s smug expression did nothing to lessen her dismay when she saw the small battery in his open palm. ‘Looking for this, Princess?’

Flynn laughed at the fury on Summer’s expressive face. She wanted to gut him with a rusty chainsaw, no doubt about that. Well, tough, he was calling the shots around here and for her own good Ms O’Sullivan needed to learn that she had to do as she was told.

She slammed the door in his face and a second later he heard the shower go on full force. But it was a fixed overhead shower so she wouldn’t be having much fun with that.

He allowed himself a brief fantasy of Summer slowly pleasuring herself while he watched, then dismissed it. It
was too dangerous. Last night had shown him how much she got under his skin. Remembering that she was his client was getting harder and harder.

Still keeping watch on the shed and listening to the noise of Summer splashing as she washed, he nipped down to the point where Niall had left his supplies. It was a well-hidden spot just off the lane but out of sight of the cottage and the main road.

Niall, bless him, had sent fresh milk, eggs, bread, a couple of large T-bone steaks, vegetables, cheese, more scrumpy, a handful of tins and spices, a neat little H&K handgun, a small amount of C4, and a few other goodies. If his boss were a woman, Flynn would marry him. Or at least shag him twice a day, every day. Niall really knew the way to an ex-Ranger’s heart.

The shower had stopped by the time Flynn had dumped the box of supplies in the croft and checked out the perimeter alerts. They were all still in position and still working nicely. Nothing bigger than a rabbit would get past them without triggering an alarm, which would give him time to make sure he was ready to defend Summer – the client, he reminded himself – against any intruders.

He felt slightly guilty about the battery – not that she hadn’t deserved it – so he prepared breakfast for her. It was almost worth it for the look on her face when she saw the table spread with fresh wheaten bread, butter, coffee and scrambled eggs.

‘Ohh!’ she breathed. ‘I’ve died and gone to heaven.’

Dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, and with her wet hair already drying into wayward curls, she looked younger and more innocent than he knew her to be.

‘No, Turlochbeg,’ he said.

‘Where did all this come from?’ she asked, sitting at the table and diving in.

He shrugged modestly. ‘I caught it myself. Foraged for wild food which I prepared with my own hands. I hope you like skylark eggs. I had to climb a lot of trees to get them.’

She paused, her mouth already full of the fluffy yellow eggs and stared at him with wide eyes. ‘Really?’

Flynn laughed. ‘Of course not. What are they teaching in school now? It’s far too late in the season for skylark eggs.’

She laughed, realizing how absurd she sounded, but levelled her fork at him. ‘Just wait, I’ll get you back for this.’

‘Looking forward to it.’ And he was. He couldn’t wait to see what Summer would come up with next.

Breakfast passed peacefully and was almost over when Flynn put down his mug of coffee and announced, ‘There are going to be some rules around here. You are going to learn them, and you are going to obey them.’

True to form, Summer bristled. ‘You’re going to give me rules?’ She sounded as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

He nodded. ‘Yep. It’s clear that you’ve been getting away with murder for years. Well, that stops now. I’m in charge of your security, and you are going to obey me. Normally, I’d just tell a principal to obey me in matters of security, but since you clearly haven’t a clue what is security related and what isn’t, we’re going to change the rules and you are going to obey me in everything.’

Summer put her cup down very carefully, making sure not to spill a drop. ‘Let me understand this,’ she said slowly. ‘I’m going to obey you. In everything.’ She spoke as if he was a particularly backward child.

He smiled. ‘Good girl, now you’re getting it. I’ll give the orders and you’ll do what I tell you.’

‘I’m not a dog,’ she snapped. ‘Stop talking to me as if I were.’

‘No,’ he agreed. ‘I keep my dog on a collar and leash.’

She choked, and had to cough before she caught her breath again. ‘Let’s get this straight. I am your client. I make the decisions. You are the bodyguard. You do what you’re told.’

‘By your father. And what he told me was to do whatever it took to keep you safe. So I will. And you’ll obey all my orders, knowing they’re designed to keep you safe.’

‘And if I don’t?’ She raised a challenging eyebrow at him.

‘There will be consequences.’ He didn’t elaborate. She probably had a fair idea of what sort of consequences she faced.

‘And what sort of orders will you give? Am I allowed to wear clothes? Will I be required to dance naked for you? Give you a blow job morning and evening?’ She was working up a fine head of steam.

‘I had more pedestrian things in mind. Rule number one, no more running away. No storming off in a huff. Sulk if you like, but do it where I can see you. You go nowhere without me. Not to the head, not to the lake, not for a run, not to pick strawberries.’ He wouldn’t forget the tart strawberry taste of her last night. Those tiny mountain strawberries were addictive.