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pleasure was so intense I didn’t care. I liked it.
    “Yes?” he whispered in my ear, checking with me.
    “Yes,” I whispered back. “Yes.”
    He slid out again, then back in, faster this time. Then again, and again. He seemed to be losing control. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.”
    I tilted my hips more and wrapped my arms around his waist, digging my nails into his back. “More.”
    “Fuck yes,” he said. He liked to talk. It was making me hotter. He stroked me more, harder, harder, as my body rocked against the sand through my towel. “I want you to come, Summer. Have you ever made yourself come?”
    “Yes,” I confessed. I knew how to get myself off. I’d been doing it all summer while picturing him, alone in my bed. In the shower. “But I want—I want you to do it.”
    He withdrew—I groaned—and reached down, sliding his fingers between my legs. I was so slick that his touch moved over me easily, teasing me, circling my clit. “Is this what you do?” he said in my ear. “You rub your pussy like this?”
    But I couldn’t talk anymore. That dirty word in my ear, his fingers on me—I was arching beneath him, my breasts pressing up into his chest, my head tilting back. My whole body was nothing but sensation, nothing but the feel of him touching me. “Oh, God,” I moaned. “Oh, God, Bram, oh, God—” and then I went over the edge and started to come, my body spasming hard.
    “Jesus, Summer,” he said. He ripped his hand away and braced himself over me again, thrusting into me as I came, letting me convulse on his hard length as I lifted my hips and gasped. He pounded into me, pressing my body hard into the sand, his cock drilling me, and the orgasm rolled on and on. “Oh, fuck me, yes,” he growled, and then he was coming too, as my own orgasm subsided, and I could feel him pulsing hard. When he finished he lay on top of me for a moment, both of us gasping.
    He braced himself on his arms again and looked down at me. He was still on top of me, still inside of me, but suddenly I couldn’t read his expression. Was he regretting it already? I tried to think of something to say.
    But he spoke first. “Let’s wash up,” he said.
    He led me into the lake, both of us naked, and I let the water soothe me. I felt happy and awkward and amazing, all at the same time. My body was hot and cold and it felt new. I’d never been skinny dipping before, let alone in daylight, and suddenly I didn’t care. Maybe I’m not such a good girl, I thought. Maybe I’m a bad girl after all.
    Bram came up behind me and put his arms around my waist. I looked down at his flexed muscles, holding me. “That’s it,” he said gently. “That’s all there is for us. You know that, right?”
    I leaned my head back and looked up at the sky. Summer was almost over. I’d be going home to my mother, and Bram would be leaving. “I know.”
    I thought maybe I’d have more time, but I didn’t. He went out somewhere that night and didn’t come home. The next day, when my dad and Brenda came home, he was gone. He left his mother a message that he had hitched a ride with some friends going to South Carolina for a week. I pictured him in the back of someone’s grotty van, drinking beer and smoking pot, his hand down some hot girl’s pants, our day at the beach totally forgotten. I swallowed my pain and stayed in my room until it was time to go home to my mother.
    Three weeks later, my dad called me. Some guys had held up a liquor store and beaten the owner. Bram was one of the guys. He’d been arrested with the others, and was on his way to jail.
    It was six years before I saw him again.

Chapter Two
    P resent Day

    S ummer

    “ D ad , you can't do this by yourself,” I said.
    “Sure I can,” my dad said. “You worry too much.”
    We were in the back yard of my dad's house in Michigan, and he had a pair of shears in his hand. He was trying to cut down a dead vine along the old back fence, but the task was complicated by