A Special Summer(11)

Nick’s breathing became deep and slow as he fought to control his manhood as he held Summer close, pressed so intimately against his body. Things had been going so well the last thing he wanted was to frighten her off. Nick knew women; the one he held in his arms hadn’t had much experience with men, if any. He definitely would have to take things at her pace. Real slow.

Be that as it may, he couldn’t control his sudden impulse. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, because he wanted to do this from the moment he first laid eyes on her. Threading long, strong fingers through her hair, cradling the back of her head he slowly pulled her away from his chest. Daaayum, I could play in this hair all night long. Gazing down into her face he trembled at the vision before him.

Summer’s eyes were at half mast with her lips slightly parted waiting to be kissed. Lowering his face he wanted to take her mouth in a wild passionate kiss. Slow, Nick, slow. Delicately he traced her bottom lip with his tongue. The mere act gave him the response he wanted. A soft moan escaped Summer’s throat traveling pass her parted lips into his mouth. Summer opened her mouth wider in submission allowing Nick’s tongue further entry to explore her sweetness. After his exploration their tongues passionately mated until they were satisfied.

Breaking the embrace they gazed into each other’s eyes, no words were exchanged. No words were needed. The kiss sealed their fate. Simultaneously they reached for the other’s hand as they continued their leisurely stroll hand in hand as if they’d been lovers for years.





Chapter 4





Present Day


Month of December



Why is everyone standing around me shouting in my face? Where am I anyway? That’s right, I’m at work. What happened? Wasn’t I getting a bag of IV fluids from the cabinet?

Gently patting her friend on the face, Ava tried to arouse her. “Summer, Summer are you all right?”

Blinking her eyes and shaking her head to clear it, Summer sat up frowning. “Ava, what are you yelling and smacking me in my face for?”

“Girl, you passed out,” Ava told her as she backed up to give her room.

Summer waved her hand dismissing the fact she’d just fainted. “No, I didn’t. I just got a little woozy that’s all.” Ava gave her an incredulous look. “Woozy my foot! I’m calling your doctor.” Rushing over to the phone she began dialing Dr. Neil, Summer’s obstetrician.

“Ava, get off the phone. I feel better now.” Summer demanded, downplaying she’d just fainted at work. Standing up she was a little off balance. She felt Starr’s arm supporting her weight by holding onto what used to be a slim waist.

“Summer, let Ava talk to your doctor. Didn’t you just have an appointment yesterday?” Starr questioned as she helped Summer sit in a chair.

“Yes and everything went well. I probably just moved too fast or something.”

The entire time Ava was on the phone with the doctor’s office she kept Summer in her line of vision.

“Mmm-hmm, I see. Okay. I’ll let you speak with her now.”

Handing the phone to Summer, it didn’t faze Ava one bit her friend was shooting daggers at her as she took the phone placing it to her ear.

Not saying a word, Summer nodded her head as if the person on the other line could see her.

“Okay, thanks Sheila. Bye.”

Starr looked at Summer with a curious stare. “What did Sheila say?”

“Calm down already. I’m pregnant not deathly ill.” Summer rolled her eyes. She knew Ava and Starr didn’t mean any harm, but they were more than overbearing at times. “Sheila said that my hemoglobin is a little lower than it was the last time I had blood drawn. And as you Nancy nurses know that’s why I got all dizzy and everything. Sheila said Dr. Neil wants me to start taking my iron pills three times a day instead of twice a day. Okay. Satisfied?”

“Well, you know what I think?” Ava ignored Summer as she spoke to Starr.

“What girl?” Starr knew Ava was about to send Summer into a frenzy, that’s why Ava was ignoring her.

“Summer works too hard. What she needs to do is take her pregnant self home and go to bed.”

Ava stared Summer down, daring her to put up a fuss.

Summer wasn’t intimidated by the stare. Crossing her arms she shot daggers at both of them while pressing her lips in a thin line.

“What? Don’t look at me like that, Miss Thing. I’m not the one selling you wolf tickets,” Starr snorted. Pointing her finger, Summer snapped, “First of all I can look at you anyway I want to. Second, I’m not going anywhere. It’s almost time to go home, anyway, for your information.”