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Gosh
this woman brings out the most primal man in me. I didn’t waste any time
pulling off the road and heading onto a side street where there was one or two
restaurants.  Summer had to change out of her clothes, and I wanted something
to eat. Perfect, we could do all this at Carlos Cantina and Grill.
    As
soon as I pulled into the parking lot of the somewhat large restaurant and
killed the engine, I grabbed Summer’s hands. “Hey, Summer,” I said gently.
“What’s the matter? You okay?”
    Summer
nodded, but I can see her body trembling slightly.
    “Fuck
it,” I unbuckled my seat belt, got out of the car, walked over to her side,
opened the door, and grabbed her. She was surprised at first, especially since
I was able to lift her up easily and carry her like a caveman into the Grill,
her legs dangling while I held her around her waist.
    A
bunch of patrons looked surprised when I walked in, holding this gorgeous woman
in my arms. I think Summer was too stunned to even talk.
    “Need
a booth?” the hostess asked.
    I
nodded.
    She
led us to a spacious one hidden in the dark corner of the restaurant. “Your
server will be right with you,” she said.
    “Thank
you,” I muttered, still focused on Summer. The tension between her, especially
with me holding her against my body like this, with her boobs practically
falling out because of the tilt forward, was so thick, I could cut it with a
steak knife. My jeans were straining with the added tightness of my extremely
aroused member I called Little Drew.
    I
laid Summer gently down on the padded seat of the booth, slid in and kissed her
gently on the mouth before moving down to her neck and collar bone. “Can you
tell me what just happened?” I asked between kisses.
    Summer
didn’t respond back, while I continued to kiss her, caress her with my tongue,
and move my hand up and down her thigh.
    “Could
you feel me, Summer?” I asked. “Could you let me know how you’re doing, even if
you can’t talk?”
    Summer
barely nodded, but I can see her body responding to my touch and kisses.
Whatever it takes to snap her out of this, I’ll do.
    After
some more heated kisses, I reached under the table to travel underneath her skirt
to touch her intimately. When you’re with the woman you love, and you think
she’s the most beautiful person in the world, it’s natural for you to want to
touch her every chance you get. “You know what I want to do with you, don’t
you?” I asked. “Just say the word, and I can find us a place.” Was she missing
Nat? Was she missing Aunt Sookie? I wished I could get through to her. I wished
she would talk to me. For the first time in my life, instead of wanting to fuck
Summer hard in every way I can imagine, I just wanted her to talk to me. Of
course, if she wanted me to fuck her hard, I’d do that, too.
    “I
want…” Summer began.
    My
ears perked up like I was some kind of dog in heat. Man, Summer had me whipped.
But boy, did I want it. It would be a privilege for me to be whipped and bound
by her. Not that I think she would be into that, but if she wanted to try it, I
would try anything with her. I’d do anything with her, for her. I’d even wait
for her.
    She
closed her eyes for a second and opened them wide, the gold specks in them
shining bright into mine. I could get lost in those eyes. “I want…to move on. I
want some closure. Oh God, when the truck came at us, I thought we were going
to die. Then I saw Nat’s face flash by, and I knew I have to find out what
happened to him no matter what. I need to know or I will have the deepest
regret…”
    I
took her hands in mine and squeezed them. “Done. We will look into this and try
our darn hardest to find Nat, when we get to San Fran. It’s one of the reasons
why we’re heading there in the first place.”
    “Good,”
Summer said with a smile. “I just have this deep sense that Nat is still alive.”
     
    With
the windy road along the cliffs and the view of the blue ocean