Finding Summer - Suzanne Halliday Page 0,270

what he does even though we never speak of it.”

She gulped and tried desperately to reorganize the facts as she knew them. What Pops was telling her was bigger than huge.

“He told me everything about how you were waitressing and very young.”

She blushed from head to toe.

With a gentle squeeze of her hand, he dropped a cherry onto the mountain of whipped cream crowning her day.

“He also made it abundantly clear you were a good girl and tried very hard to convince me he wasn’t a dog.”

Her brain scrambled to make sense of it all, and then he dropped a bomb.

“Quite literally, within a few minutes of this conversation, his phone rang. It was a call he had to take. The call complicating everything.” He paused. “It happened exactly as I described, Summer. It was his last day here, and then he disappeared for a couple of months.”

She dropped her head and laid her cheek on the hands holding hers. “I think you may have just saved my heart, Pops.”

“I debated whether to tell you. Meddling isn’t my thing. But I saw Arnie’s face when he brought you to me and heard the emotion in his voice when he introduced us. I knew then it was the right thing to do. No one is his equal. You’ll never find a better, more decent man than my grandson. I’m sure he’s managed to screw up plenty—all men do—but he’ll never let you down when it’s important.”

Every word Pops spoke was proof of Arnie’s love for her. The timing of the conversation he shared with her was the missing piece—the piece erasing all doubt.

He dreamed about pink bunnies and a running stream under a brilliantly sunny sky. Summer’s enchanting giggles filled the air. A breeze scented with wildflowers swirled around him.

“Catch me if you can,” she called out before dashing along the brook’s edge, leaping over rocks with bare feet.

Joy exploded in his heart. He laughed at her antics and tried to keep up.

The scene changed. They were in a secluded glen surrounded by towering green trees. Lying on their backs, they watched drifting white fluff in the blue sky and made up stories about the cloud formations.

She rolled her body on top of his, straddled his hips, and sat up. He loved looking at her. Every move and gesture was graceful and confident. Her eyes glowed with love.

He pushed her long blond waves off her shoulders and caressed her face. She pressed a cheek into his hand and sighed.

“I love you more than you know,” he murmured.

The scene changed again. Only this time, there were energy swirls and a sensation similar to having the floor drop away. When his head cleared, he came awake to find Summer, naked and very aroused, grinding on his dick. She was leaning over him, his hands entwined with hers and held above his head.

The heat and wet friction as she rode him stole his sanity.

“Summer,” he growled.

She bent to nip and lick his ear. “Hold on a little longer.”

Her gyrations grew fierce and demanding. She fucked so beautifully, and he moaned over and over.

Each time she slammed her hot, juicy pussy down onto his engorged cock, he grunted with spine-tingling pleasure.

The moment he reached the point of no return, he shook off her hands, grabbed her by the waist, and took over. She cried out as desire, arousal, and lusty passion took them on a wild ride to the finish.

He lifted her up and down on his cock. Within seconds, she was like a rag doll begging for more as a heated flood and ferocious contractions signaled her climax and transported him to the heavens.

His cock exploded, filling her with his hot seed while she cried out his name.

When the carnal storm passed, they whispered words of love, and before long, they fell back asleep.

Summer stretched and yawned as she slowly came awake. She turned, found an empty space next to her, and shifted onto Arnie’s pillow. She hugged it and inhaled his scent.

Her eyes drifted to the clock on the nightstand. It was 7:15.

With a deep yawn, she snuggled into the pillow, assumed Arnie was in the bathroom, detected nothing but quiet from the baby, and gave herself permission to sleep for ten more minutes.

An hour later, she woke again, this time with a start, and scrambled off the bed. Sliding her robe on, she belted it and dashed into the sitting room only to discover the baby gone.

Shaking the sleep from her fuzzy