Lost Summer – Steamy Epilogue

Dylan gets out his last class and heads for Boulder to spend the weekend with Summer.  It’s Friday and that means he is now three weeks into his Criminal Justice degree.  About a month after Summer got out of the hospital, Ryan received an offer that he couldn’t refuse and sold his stake in both oil service companies.  By that time, it had become obvious that none of them were going to be comfortable living in Westbury any longer.  There were too many people and places that kept triggering negative memories.  It was time to move on, try to bury the past and make a new life for themselves.

The thing that bothered Summer most was driving past the cemetery where Leo had been buried.  His was a secluded, unmarked grave, away from the others, so it naturally stood out.  The day before leaving for college Dylan and Summer stopped by the grave and brought a cross to serve as a marker.  On one side, it had his name and a rough estimate of his birth and death dates.  On the back side was the inscription “It Wasn’t His Fault”.  That simple gesture had provided some much needed closure for her and also let others in the community know that she didn’t blame him for what had happened.

About the same time her father sold his businesses, Summer decided that she wanted to go to CU in Boulder CO and study child psychology, like her mother, instead of the local community college.  Since then,  it seemed as if the stars were aligning to make it possible.  Her parents found a house in Castle Rock, CO just a few miles from Ryan’s parents.  The house in Westbury sold quickly, so combined with the money from selling the businesses he had enough money left over to invest in an upstart Cannabis business.  Their new home was outside of the city limits which allowed them to set up a greenhouse in the back yard, equipped with state of the art LED grow lights.  The plan was to focus on growing hybrids for the medical industry that would be used for severe epilepsy in children. Olivia was completely onboard with the idea of helping sick kids.

The fact that Dylan had decided to go into law enforcement during this same time was a favorite topic of dinner conversation.  The feds had recently decided to keep marijuana classified as a Schedule 1 substance under the Controlled Substances Act, so that fact had gotten Ryan’s dander up on several occasions.  Whenever their conversation hit a lull, Dylan could get things rolling with a comment about Colorado growers being in defiance of the federal law.  The debates that ensued were always spirited.


“Hey, baby.  How was your day?” Summer asks as he enters her apartment.

“Just fine. How was yours?” He tosses his bag into the bedroom and turns back toward the kitchen.  “I wish I was done at noon on Fridays like you.”

“Yeah, it’s nice.  I met Mom and Dad for lunch.  They stopped by on there way with the moving truck.  It was the last load.”  She smiles and shakes her head.  “You should’ve seen Dad maneuvering that truck around here.  I thought he was going to run over something or someone.”

“That has to be a long drive in a truck.” He stops in front of Summer and slips his arms around her waist.  “And it was busy as hell between here and Denver.”

“It took them over eleven hours to get here.  They drove half of it yesterday and stayed overnight at a friend’s house in Gillette.  Dad said it took about an hour and a half to get to Castle Rock from here.  So, that’s not too bad.”

“That’s the perfect distance,” Dylan grins, backing her toward the bedroom.

“You’re terrible. . . but it’s true I guess.  They can drop in on Grandpa and Grandma anytime, but they’ll call before driving an hour and a half.”  She pauses at the doorway and steps up on her tiptoes giving him a sensuous kiss.  “You aren’t wasting any time, huh?”

“Hey, I haven’t seen you for almost two days.” He turns her back to the bed and guides her onto it.  “I’ve been thinking about you the whole time.”

“You were here yesterday morning, so it’s closer to one day than two,” she counters playfully.

“Whatever, it’s still too long.” He slips a hand under her sweatshirt and runs it up her abdomen.  “I could tell you weren’t wearing a bra, so I assumed you had been thinking about this too.”  He smiles and kisses her lips.

“Bras are just kind of formality with me.  I only wear them because it’s the socially acceptable thing to do.”  She grabs hold of his T-shirt and lifts it to expose his abs.  “Now these abs are something to be proud of.”

“Like I always say, you’re perfect,” he says, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it on the bed.  “Besides, these abs won’t last, now that I’m back in school full time and working besides.”

“Maybe you can be on the bottom and you can do crunches at the same time.” She hooks his leg and rolls him off of her and onto his back.

“You should’ve been a wrestler.  I like it when you’re feisty like that.” He puts his hands behind his head and relaxes, waiting for her to make the next move.

She stands up and hooks her thumbs in the waist of her leggings, slowly coaxing them down her legs.  After stepping out of them, she slowly raises her top and gives him a seductive smile before slipping it over her head.  “I love being naked with you.”

Dylan’s pants reveal a growing bulge as he watches her put on a little show.  “You’re so sexy.  I have to get rid of these.”  He unbuttons his jeans and slips them off and onto the floor beneath her.  “You’re amazing,” he adds, lying back once again.

“You’re the one who’s amazing!  If I would’ve known what I was missing, I would’ve been after you instead of the other way around,” she purrs, kissing his abdomen and working her way up his muscular body.

“Your dad would’ve killed us if we had gotten together any sooner,” he mutters, waiting patiently for her lips to reach his.  “I almost ended up in jail the way it was.”

She kisses her way up his neck, over his chin and pauses at his lips.  “Rule number one.  Never bring up my father when we’re about to have sex.”  She narrows her eyes before giving him a kiss.

Dylan wraps his arms around her and kisses her passionately, loving the way her hair cascades over him.  In fact, he loves everything about her.  The way her hair and skin smell.  The taste of her lips and her playful nature.  He always thought she would be the perfect girlfriend and the time they have spent together has done nothing but reinforce those feelings.  She is the person who can heal him, who makes him feel worthy of love and he is dead set on always being there for her.  No one will ever get a chance to hurt her again.

He rolls her onto her back and slips his hands under her head, kissing her with all of the fervor that he feels bubbling up from deep inside.  He still isn’t very good at sharing his emotions, but each time he makes love to her he definitely expresses himself physically.  He feels her excitement as he presses against her.  “I want you to fuck me,” she whispers impatiently.  “You were right.  I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

Dylan nudges against her, kissing her and teasing her tongue with his.  They have all the time in the world and he is determined to make it last.  He wants her to ache for him the way he had always ached for her.  He begins to slowly move his hips in short, teasing strokes.  He wants her to realize that she was at his mercy and that he has every intention of teasing her to the point where she can’t take any more.  As soon as she begins to moan, he stops and kisses her tenderly.

“Are you trying to drive me nuts?” she asks breathlessly, squirming toward him.

“I am.” He smiles and pulls back, remaining just out of reach.  He can feel the tension rising between them and continues to kiss her before moving inside of her, giving her just enough to make her believe that he is finally going to give her what she wants.  “I love being with you like this.  My dick is actually throbbing.”

“I can feel it.  Please, give it to me,” she murmurs once again.  Without a word he plunges all the way inside of her and holds it there.  “Oh God,” she gasps, making him smile against her skin.

Summer’s body twitches uncontrollably.  It’s like he instantly triggered something within her and she is having a hard time maintaining control.  She’s not one who likes to feel out of control, so she struggles with allowing herself to let go.  But, it feels incredible!  She adjusts her hips in an effort to relieve some of the tension.  She sighs in relief as he pulls back, allowing her to catch her breath.  He then plunges all the way inside of her again and holds her tight.  “Oh God… Oh God…” is all she can utter as a wave of orgasmic pleasure surges through her core.  She feels as if she is going to jump out of her skin by the time he finally begins to move within her.  Immediately, the change in rhythm catches her off-guard and she struggles to catch her breath.

“That was awesome,” he whispers against her skin as he begins to give her full strokes with slowly building intensity.  The passion and hormones within him form an explosive fuel that drives him to deliver the most incredible experience that two human beings can possibly share.  He grips her hands with his and pins them to the bed above her head as he thrusts his hips giving her everything he has to offer.  Their bodies feel as if they are completely in synch with one another as she moves her hips in perfect time with his.  There is no doubt in either of their minds that these two bodies were meant to be together.  His rock hard cock fits perfectly within her and his head hits her in the exact spots that drives her to absolutely sublime depths of pleasure.  Her mind can barely fathom how he seems to know exactly what to do in order to keep her right on the edge of losing all control.

She squirms away from him just slightly, seemingly wanting to escape the intensity.  However, he has different ideas.  He wants to take her to a place where she has never been, make her feel things she has never felt and experience things that she didn’t even realize were possible.  He releases her hands and she breathes a sigh of relief, quickly scooting up a bit more before running out of room.  “My God, you keep driving me right to the edge.  I don’t know how you do that.”  She grabs him and kisses him hard, so he knows he’s doing everything right.

“I just want you to feel things that you’ve never felt before,” he says, after pulling back from her kiss.

“Oh, you’re succeeding!  I’ve never even imagined what I’m feeling right now.” She pants.  “You’re amazing!”

“I’ve got one more thing I want to try,” he tells her with a mischievous smile.

“Are you kidding?  Are you trying to kill me?” she asks, still catching her breath.

“No.  I don’t want to kill you, just the opposite.” He reaches back and grabs hold of her ankles, laying his chest on hers.  “I want to try something,” he whispers as he spreads her legs and begins once again to rhythmically move within her.  She always squirms away from him whenever she begins to feel out of control.  He had been thinking about how he could keep her from getting away, so he can take her across whatever physical threshold she has been avoiding.  He wants her to experience what would happen if she wasn’t able to get away.  He wants her to be completely at his mercy.  He wants to own her.

“Oh… fuck,” she whimpers, immediately realizing that she has no where to go.  Her head is within an inch of the headboard, his weight is upon her and he’s holding her legs in a position that allows him to go as deeply as he desires.  In addition, this is the exact position that has driven her crazy in the past, the head of his cock hitting right against that magical spot with every stroke.  “I don’t know if I can take it,” she murmurs, as she begins to feel things moving beyond anything they have done before.

Dylan continues to make passionate love to her, fueled by all of the feelings and desires within him.  He wants nothing from her, but at the same time, he wants to give her everything.  He doesn’t have much money, is going to college full time and is paying for most of it with debt.  He knows that it will be a while before he can treat her to nice things, so he is giving her the one thing that he can.  His love.  He ignores her cries and continues to thrust into the same spot over and over.  With each stroke, she is getting closer and closer to losing control.  Her words turn to a series of uncontrollable moans and as long as she continues to breathe normally, he has no intention of holding anything back.

He can feel himself approaching his own incredible climax as she gasps and a release occurs that is completely foreign to both of them.  He continues to passionately make love to her for several more strokes, before joining her.  “Oh my god,” he gasps, releasing her legs and holding her tightly.  “That was incredible.”

“Yeah, it was.  I don’t even know what just happened,” she says, still catching her breath.  “But I think we made a mess.”

Dylan grinned against her cheek. “I think I made you squirt.  I’ve read about it, but most people say it’s not real.”

“Oh, that was definitely real.  Whatever it was,” she giggles, still trying to recover.  A warm, fuzzy feeling begins to settle in, making her feel calm and sleepy.  “Mmm, you can do that again any time.”  She kisses him and runs her hand along his masculine jaw.  “I have no idea how I’m going to top what you just did to me.”

“You don’t have to top anything,” Dylan says, rolling onto his side next to her.  He pushes her hair behind her ear and looks directly into her eyes.  “Doing that for you… with you, is the most amazing thing I could possibly imagine.  There is no way to top it.”

“Oh, the way we’re going, we’ll top it.”  She lets out several hard coughs.  “But, I don’t think I could take anymore right now.”  Her lungs have been pretty good since moving to Colorado, as long as she uses her inhaler every day.

“I honestly just wanted to see what would happen if I didn’t let you escape,” he says with a grin.

“Now you know.” She nods toward the bed.  “I still can’t believe that just happened.  I’m going to have to give Jana a call.  She’s going to die.”

“Yeah, Jana’s going to eat that shit up,” he replies, pulling her tightly to him.  “What do you want to do tonight?  Do you want to go out or anything?”

“Umm, I think we should just stay in bed, do that again in an hour and then order a pizza,” she tells him with a sultry look in her eyes.

“What have I created?” He laughs, giving her a kiss on the forehead.  For the first time in his life, he feels perfectly content to do just that.  There is no place he wants to go, no one else he needs to see or anything that he wants to do differently.  He has everything he needs wrapped tightly in his arms.  He closes his eyes and pulls up the blanket around them.  He does, however, need to catch a quick nap, because he knows she will be ready for more of his magic in an hour.