Swing and a Mishap (Summersweet Island 2)

Wren: Don’t encourage her, Emily!

Wren: I don’t even want to know why you were in the walk-in.

Mom: Nipple stimulation is much easier in a freezer.

Emily: Is this the same Stuart who did that thing with the grapes and your toes?

Mom: No, that was Stuart Franklin. This is Stuart Larson, the one who can fold his tongue in half during oral.

Shepherd: Please, for the love of God, someone remove me from this group text.Wren: It has a Jacuzzi tub I can do laps in!

Shepherd: I know, baby.

Wren: Did you SEE the theater room???

Shepherd: I did, baby.

Wren: My God, you are really going to cry watching Field of Dreams in this thing. It’s huge!

Wren: That’s what she said LOL!

Wren: HOLY SHIT HAVE YOU SEEN THE CLOSET??? I can fit a semi-truck in here.

Shepherd: What do you think? Do you think it’s big enough for you, me, and Owen?

Wren: Shepherd, this house is big enough for half the island to live in. I can’t believe Miss Abigail and her husband are actually selling this place and moving to Costa Rica.

Shepherd: I didn’t want to put in an offer until you got to do a walk-through. It’s your decision, Wren. If you don’t like it, I’ll build you whatever the hell you want.

Wren: I love it, and I love you. You’re insane, and this house is too big and extravagant, but OMG I want to hump the kitchen backsplash it’s so pretty. Did you know there’s a pasta faucet? Like, what even IS that?! I don’t care, but I need it. Hurry up and get home from your sister’s house so we can tell Owen and I can properly show you how much I love you.Two months later…

Wren: It’s been too long since I’ve had your cock inside me. Do you have any idea how hot I get just thinking about it? I love how big you are, stretching and filling my tight, wet pussy.

Shepherd: Jesus Christ, woman.

Wren: You like that, baby? Would you like it if I slipped my hand inside my panties? I’d just slide my fingers through all that wetness you made and slowly push two of them inside me, wishing it was you, thrusting and pumping and filling me up so good.

Shepherd: JESUS CHRIST, WOMAN! Are you trying to kill me???

Wren: Can you feel how tight and wet my pussy is wrapped around your big, strong cock? Remember last week when we snuck out onto the baseball field after dark when it was empty and the lights were all off? Remember how I straddled your lap on the bench in the dugout and I wasn’t wearing any panties under my skirt? God, it felt so good sitting on your strong, firm thighs, while you clutched my ass and I slowly brought my body down onto your stiff, beautiful cock. You told me I felt so good, and tight, and you spread your legs beneath me and widened my thighs around you and fucked up into me so good, do you remember? Can you feel me bouncing up and down on your lap, taking every inch of you deep inside me? I’m so wet right now just thinking about riding your dick and how hard you came inside me.

Shepherd: And now I’m dead.

Wren: Maybe you’d like it better if I got down on my knees for you, sir. I could wrap my warm, wet mouth around that big, stiff cock and lick and suck you hard and deep until you come down my throat.

“Wren,” Shepherd growls in warning.

“No, keep going, it was just getting good.”

Shepherd and I look back over our shoulders at Bodhi sitting right behind us in the bleachers, leaning forward and shoveling popcorn in his mouth. Shepherd reaches up and presses his palm against Bodhi’s forehead to get him to move back before turning around to look at me with one of his eyebrows raised.

“Okay, so maybe a Friday night high school football game was a bad time to test out my new phone sex skills.” I shrug, sliding my phone into the front pocket of my hoodie.

Shepherd does the same, and I slide my arm through the crook of his elbow to snuggle closer to him as he kisses the top of my head, and we go back to watching the game. The third quarter just started, and right now, the Summersweet Wildcats are winning by one touchdown. Going to Friday night football games is a tradition, even if we don’t have any family members who play on the team. I love the hot summer months, but I really love the cool fall and winter months when we can wear sweaters and light fires and snuggle up for Friday night football.

“Are you jealous that Birdie and Palmer are making out under the bleachers? We can go when they get back.” Shepherd wags his eyebrows at me and makes me laugh before he continues in a lower voice, putting his mouth right by my ear. “I’m also pretty confident we’re not supposed to be sitting right next to each other when phone sex happens, but damn, baby. That was seriously hot. Your research seems to be going quite well.”