3. Summer

CHAPTER 3

Summer

B odey's lips capture mine with such force it shocks me into submission. My body softens when he pushes against me. We're in between two SUVs, hidden from the average person walking by, as his tongue pushes into my mouth, tasting me while his knife is still against my throat.

Fuck. What is wrong with me? Why am I enjoying this?

Bodey slowly moves the knife down my neck until the point traces a line to the top of my blouse, where he cuts the top button away with the slightest flick of the blade. He pulls away from the kiss, his eyes dropping down to my cleavage and lace bra with a grin at his handiwork.

"I should cut all this off and fuck you against this truck," he whispers against my ear before biting the lobe just hard enough to draw a yelp out of me. "Shut the fuck up, Summer. You deserve this, don't you?"

"Yes." I shudder with my clit throbbing and walls moist. "What are you doing to me?"

Bodey takes a step back, adjusting the erection his pants are doing a shitty job of hiding. "Revenge is sweet, Summer."

Thunder cracks as lightning flashes across the sky, darkening the early afternoon as it opens to pour rain onto the scorching Atlantic City streets. I open the door to the truck to get out of the rain, but Bodey slams it back shut.

"Did I tell you to move, Summer?"

"I'm getting all wet," I complain, lifting my arms above my head as if that's going to shield me from the pelting raindrops.

Bodey grins as he puts the knife between his teeth like a fucking pirate and takes my arms into his hands, pinning them down to my side so the rain can soak through my shirt. My pulse races with my emotions all over the place. I can't believe this is happening.

I watch him let me go, taking a step back after releasing his grip.

"Let me see." His words are menacing, meant to be obeyed, and what's worse is I want to. I want this. All of it. The possessive power he holds over me is like nothing I've ever felt in my life.

Bodey gestures with the knife at my skirt that I reach behind me to unzip and let fall to the soaking wet ground, revealing the matching lace thong.

The rise and fall of his broad chest mirror my own racing pulse as he comes closer to me, letting the knife slide over my belly button and down to my pelvis, where he flicks the blade over the thin fabric holding my panties in place.

The ease of them falling to the side has desire exploding through every inch of my body. The rain continues to soak us while Bodey toys with me between parked cars. I don't have a care in the world if anyone sees us. Somehow, this feels as if it's just for him.

"Are you wet, Summer?" he asks.

I nod.

"Show me. Use your fingers and dip them inside of that sweet pussy of yours."

My eyes widen at his brazen command. Yet, I listen. Doing as I'm told, I move to pull the torn panties down when Bodey's hand stops me.

"Leave them just like," he says before using his other hand to guide mine between my legs.

He puts his knife away, and I feel a twinge of disappointment, but we're still in this intense moment.

Bodey moves his hand over mine, sliding between my folds as if he wants to ensure I'm not lying. I guess he has no incentive to believe me. His last memory is of me lying.

"You are wet," he moans the words and moves my hand out of the way to feel for himself. The roughness of his eager fingertips touching me in a way I've never been touched before sends my body into a space of bliss where nothing matters. Not the rain. Not the unknown. Not the anticipation of Bodey taking what he wants and leaving me as tattered and torn as my panties in the rain.

My breath hitches when he dips his fingers inside of my walls. They clench around him as one of my hands braces against his chest, and the other reaches back to hold onto the SUV. Bodey hikes one of my legs up around his waist to finger me until my body contracts and something releases from deep inside my core.

The whimpers escaping my throat are unable to be muted as he continues to stroke the release out of me.

"Please," I beg. "I don't know what this feeling is?—"

With his body pressing harder against mine to feel the bulge in his pants, he grins and whispers in my ear, "That's you coming for me like a good girl. You can, and you will know so much more of this before I'm done with you, Summer."

Bodey abruptly withdraws his fingers from me and backs away. He pulls his knife back out, swiftly cuts the other strip of lace holding what's left of my thong, and pulls the torn garment off my body. My heart races as he pockets them and bends in front of me. My pussy is in full view as he smiles, licking his lips with a quick glance up to my quivering lips. Our eyes lock, and I know there's more to come.

He chuckles to himself, picking up my skirt, wringing it out, and shaking debris off of it.

"Take me to your place so you can change, Summer. We have a long day ahead of us." He walks away after handing the skirt to me. I follow him after dragging the dirty thing over my legs, grimacing with the grittiness and grime touching my skin.

After I get my stuff and he locks everything up, we hop into his brand new BMW. It's nothing like what we sell, and a pang of jealousy hits me that he gets a reward after being released from prison. Yet, I remember, like a jolt of lightning hitting me from the stormy skies above, that he went to prison because of me for something he didn't do. He deserves whatever he gets for surviving that, and I deserve this shitty fucking karma for not doing what was right.

It takes about five minutes to drive to my shabby apartment, where I can see my sleazy landlord walking around to close the storm shutters. He grins when he sees me. I'm not sure what Bodey's doing, but he's still sitting in the car.

"Hey, Sums." Rinaldo grins with his eyes, too happy to look at me in my filthy state. "Make sure you close up those windows. I don't need any more complaints about water leaking to the first floor from your apartment."

I hate it when he calls me Sums. "If you fixed my air conditioner or bought a new one like you promised, I wouldn't need to keep the windows open. It's hotter than the devil's dick in that apartment."

"You know, there's a way I can find some money to fix whatever you need. I'll knock off a hundred bucks from your rent too."

"Save it, Rinaldo. I'm not letting you anywhere near me."

He shrugs. "Fine. Enjoy sweating your ass off in that apartment. But if it gets too hot, you can always hang out in my place. It's plenty cool in there unless you want to heat things up with me."

He wriggles his brows up and down with his invitation.

The way Bodey cocks his head to the side as he walks up behind Rinaldo makes me wonder what he's about to do when I see Bodey's massive hand grab Rinaldo by the shoulder.

"It's pouring rain, hot as fuck, and you're trying to get in her pants? Is that what I'm hearing?" Bodey asks. "Are you trying to coerce your tenant into sex with promises of doing your fucking job? I know that's not what I'm hearing."

"Uh, um, no. But take your hand off me, pal. You don't know who you're messing with."