Perfect Summer

Perfect
Summer

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Copyright © 2013 Kailin Gow

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Prologue

I know that
whatever you decide, you’ll be happy, Summer, and that is the only thing I
could ever wish. Whatever happens in the rest of this summer, whatever happens
the rest of your life, it’s important that you are happy, and stay that way. –
Aunt
Sookie

Summer

Several Months After Summer

I
 
never thought the boy who had taken
care of me that summer I lost Aunt Sookie would be the boy who needed taking
care of the most, but as I glanced into Nat’s sea green eyes and saw the
despair in them as he realized what he had done…what I’ve done…with him, and
how Drew had witnessed it, I knew there was more than one Donovan brother to
worry about. Only this one was standing in front of me, full body, healthy, and
not missing…while the other…

“He’s
not picking up,” Nat said, almost throwing his cell phone against the wall of
his college apartment. “Dammit, Drew, pick up your phone…”

“I’m
texting him,” I say, moving my fingers quickly over my phone.

DREW
– I’M SO SORRY. PLEASE CALL ME!

I
waited for a minute, hoping he would answer back immediately, like he normally would,
but there was nothing.

“Nat,
Drew usually texts me right back. He usually answers within seconds…” I could
hear my voice rising with worry like the pace of my heartbeat. “Do you think
something could’ve happened to him?” I looked down at the floor. “That’s why
he’s not picking up?” I wanted to believe it was because he was incapacitated,
that it wasn’t because of what he’d just seen Nat and I doing.

Nat
finished buttoning up his shirt and tucking it into his slacks. He had been
dressed up for a nice dinner at a restaurant with me after all before I
suggested we just go to his apartment near Stanford for dinner. I had wanted to
check out his apartment before heading back to Malibu tonight, since it was the
first time I’ve visited him in San Francisco. I had to see where he lived,
where he slept, and ate outside of Aunt Sookie’s Malibu Pad. Having grown up
with him over the years mostly during summers at Aunt Sookie’s, I had to get a
mental picture of him living, eating, sleeping elsewhere, anywhere besides Aunt
Sookie’s.

Perhaps,
it was me trying to understand why we couldn’t be together. Perhaps it was I
trying to see that Nat had a life outside of summers in Malibu. That he had a
life outside of and without me.

We
didn’t even get to dinner. As soon as I entered his place, was finally alone
with Nat after all the tension we’ve felt on his private corporate jet that
kissing alone couldn’t satisfy, through the meeting with his security team at
Donovan Dynamics, and on the way to dinner; it all came rushing out. What
started out as a kiss became so much more.

It
was the first time I’ve seen him completely naked and had touched him, even
tasted all of him. All the working out he’d done during his first semester in
college, paid off, and now he was as muscular and chisel as Drew. But had all
the steadfastness and maturity of Nat.

He
was better than I ever thought he’d be when we got together. His skin against
mine, his fingers exploring my body inch by inch. His tongue bringing me to the
height of ecstasy. His attentiveness to making me feel pleasure rather than
pressure made me feel so at ease with going with the flow that I tried more
things with him than I’d ever imagined doing. It was liberating and exhilarating,
but so heartfelt. I’d always imagined making love with Nat…what it would be
like, ever since I fell hard for him when I was barely thirteen and he was
fourteen. I was already in love with him since our first kiss as toddlers. Then
when he, Drew, and Rachel came out to the Pad this past summer from San
Francisco, after not seeing each other for three summers; I barely recognized
how tall, handsome, and hot like a rock star he’d grown into; along with Drew’s
manwhore transformation and Rachel’s rebellious punk Goth look.

Three
years made a difference, and suddenly I had intense physical feelings for Nat
(and admittedly Drew, who wouldn’t if you were female and not a fraternal twin
of Drew’s like Rachel was). Both of the Donovan brothers were no longer teen
boys but young men - having grown taller, broader, muscular and tanned. Both
very confident in their own ways, yet still the same boys as I’ve always known
them.

Having
such a crush on Nat for so long and finally being able to get together like we
did, after all the Christy’s and Astor Fairways that came between us, getting
physical with him brought me literally to my knees. I just didn’t think it
would be that good. He was everything I’d dreamed of and more. In the end,
being with Nat was an experience I’d always cherish.

Except
for the part about hurting Drew.

Drew…what
a man. My Drew and the “Drewgasms” he gave me imprinted enough heated memory to
last me a lifetime. He had grown into a man, and that first time I saw him
stripped down, that time when I nearly had my breakdown, he was there to pick
me up, and to make me feel wanted and loved. He was no longer just my best
friend Rachel’s teasing fraternal twin brother, but one of the hottest guys on
the planet.

And
he let me have my way with him…which was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.

Now
I have to pay the price…the price of loving two incredible men, who were
brothers, and the price of breaking either or both of their hearts with mine.
Whatever mistakes I’ve made, whatever actions I’ve taken, there was no turning
back. What had been done was done, and now I have to pay the consequences.

Chapter
1

N
at dressed and got ready to go faster than I
did, although all I needed to do was slip my dress up further, find my strappy
sandals, which had gotten lost somewhere while we were undressing each other,
and grab my jacket and purse. I was too worried about Drew to concentrate on
what I was doing.

Nat,
on the other hand, was cool as ice, helping me dress and then giving me a hand
to lead me out of his apartment and into his sleek Aston Martin, where he
buckled me in firmly, as though I was a child instead of a woman. With his nice
expensive shirt and slacks, his chiseled cheekbones, direct sea green eyes, and
luscious full rocker lips, he looked like James Bond or any debonair and
confident billionaire’s son and future President of Donovan Dynamics, and I
suddenly felt the need to give into Nat’s insane natural instincts for control
and care. Always having to be the one in control, the independent caretaker of
all things and everyone, I wanted to relinquish that burden and let Nat take
care of me, for once. Like me, he was good at that. We were so similar in that
way, we understood each other.

His
dark wavy brown hair with copper highlights mused up on top, fell forward on
his forehead as he pulled the straps tight on me, messier than its usual tidy
look, giving him a sexy rakish look. “You okay?” he asked, when he looked up.

Even
filled with worry for Drew, I couldn’t help staring openly at Nat and his almost
perfect body. His hands brushing against my thighs while he strapped me into
the passenger seat reminded me far too much of his fingers touching my naked
thighs and trailing up my legs to my most sensitive core of my body earlier. My
body was still aching for his, and I shivered involuntarily.

He
saw me looking at him and touched my flushed cheeks gently with his hands.
“Don’t worry, Summer. We’ll find Drew. I think I know where he is. Despite all
of our differences, we’re still brothers. I know what he likes and don’t like.”
His eyes burned into mine. “After all, we’re both in love with the same girl.”

I
looked down, unable to meet the intensity in Nat’s eyes. Tonight, my crush for
Nat had moved beyond a crush. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and the
more we clashed, the more we wanted each other. Even now I couldn’t help
thinking how good he felt against me, how a mere touch from him, the hooding of
his eyes, or even the way he would lightly kiss me meant so much more. When I
was with him, all logic and sense went flying out my brain.

The
only thing that kept me from wanting to unbuckle my seat belt, lean over, and
climb onto his lap, was the thought of Drew.

Tonight,
although I was hot for Nat as ever, the earth-shattering look on Drew’s face
when he walked in on Nat pressed against me while we were both half naked,
drove home to me how much I cared for Drew, too. I cared for both Donovan
brothers more than any boys I’ve ever known, even subconsciously and then
purposely giving up the chance to be with the nicest guy in the universe Astor
Fairway, whom any girl would kill to be with. I knew I loved Nat, but I never
actually acknowledged loving Drew, too. Now Nat had openly stated it like it
was a fact we all knew. He was in love with me. And so was Drew.

“Where
do you think he is?” I asked, concentrating on finding Drew. “Do you think…”

“He’ll
be doing something stupid?” Nat finished my sentence for me. “No. He’s smarter
than that. He’s had a lot of girls before, and he knows how things like this
goes.”

I
turned my face away from Nat, not wanting him to see how much I disliked the
idea of Drew with the other girls, and looked out the window at the beautiful
night lights that lit up the streets we pass by on our way to where…I don’t
know. Nat had an idea of where Drew might be. I just wished I did, too.

I
checked my phone again to see if he had texted me or left me a message. There was
a text I had missed…from Rachel, my best friend and Drew’s fraternal twin. Like
her twin, Rachel was stunning…with her blue eyes and dark, almost black hair. But
unlike Drew, she was slender and small, with blue or sometimes purple chunky
streaks in her hair. While Drew was the football star, who won a scholarship to
USC and early admissions, Rachel was the Donovan who was into music, films, and
acting. She was at Aunt Sookie’s Malibu Pad tonight with her boyfriend Ryan,
trying to get the most out of the last days of Winter Break…and trying to stay
out of her mother’s hair.

RACHEL:
HEY, HOW’S THE MEETING AT DD?

RACHEL:
THOUGHT YOU’LL BE BACK TO THE PAD, BUT IT’S WAY LATE. ARE YOU COMING BACK
2NITE?

JUST
SO YOU KNOW, RYAN’S STAYING OVER…

I
sighed, and thought about a response. If Drew knew about Ryan staying over at
the Pad with Rachel tonight, he’d be banging down the door and chasing Ryan
out. Ryan staying over was codename for Rachel having sex with Ryan at the Pad,
which Drew shouldn’t have any problems with, considering how he’d have so many
one-night stands with the girls from school, from everywhere, even once at
Disneyland when I was out on my first date with Astor that he was known to have
a Drew Effect on them.

I
was about to text back to Rachel about what Drew would say, but decided against
it. Rachel was eighteen, like Drew. Like me. We were legally adults now. Nat
was nineteen. In a way, although I wanted to tell Rachel to be careful of
rushing into things too fast, I refrained from saying anything like that. She
was an adult now and old enough to make her own decisions…yet…

I
texted her back.

ME: 
I DON’T THINK I’LL MAKE IT BACK TONIGHT. CALL DREW. I CAN’T FIND HIM. WORRIED.