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Title: Surrender
Author: Mara
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence. Language. Sex.
Summary: When Summer Roberts is targeted by her dangerous ex-boyfriend, her father hires FBI Agent Ryan Atwood to protect his daughter.
Notes: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] gave me the idea. This chapter's short, but... lol... it seemed like a good place to end it... This story is totally all about the sudden crazy plot twists... lol...
Chapter Four
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"So, you got a girlfriend?" Summer asked later as she walked out of the bathroom with her shorts pulled on under Ryan's shirt.
"No," Ryan replied, not looking up from the newspaper he was scanning.
"Any girl's you 'have fun' with?"
"No."
"Boyfriend?" Summer teased.
"Yeah, I'm rocking the gayness," Ryan said dryly, finally looking up enough to raise an eyebrow at her.
Summer snickered slightly. "Come on, how does a guy like you not have a girl?" sheasked as she flopped down on the couch next to him.
"A guy like me?" Ryan asked.
"Reasonably good looking, willing to let a girl cry on your shoulder, halfway decent sense of humor..."
"I thought I had no sense of humor?" Ryan countered.
"I changed my mind," Summer said. "And we gotta factor in the whole FBI Agent thing being a huge turn on."
"Being FBI is a turn on?" Ryan asked.
"Holly thinks your hot."
"Holly's best friends are her sex toys," Ryan countered. "The girl followed me into the men's room once."
"When was that?" Summer asked.
"Back in high school. Kirsten convinced me to go to the Yacht Club's Christmas party as their guest, and... and Holly followed me into the Men's room," Ryan said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh god," Summer said, making a face. "She's such a slut."
"Worse was that the same night, this one grown woman suggested she and I should go into the men's locker room," Ryan said.
"Had to be Taryn," Summer said. "She's the biggest slutty skank of the Newpsie world. Always trying to lure the hot newport teen guys into having sex with her."
"So now I'm hot?"
"You were then."
Ryan chuckled and went back to reading the paper. "Yeah, well, you were mildly pleasing to the eye, yourself," he teased.
"And now?"
"So-so," Ryan said, already moving when she reached to smack his good shoulder. "Hey, didn't anyone ever tell you it's bad form to hit the guy who got glass imbedded in their shoulder protecting you?" he protested, laughing.
"You just did it so you could cop a feel," Summer countered, leaping forward and sending them both tumbling off the couch and onto the floor, laughing.
"That was dignified," Ryan said.
"That's your fault, Chino," Summer said mockingly as started to get up only to have Ryan pull her back down.
"Whatever you say, Princess," he said with a smile.
"You gonna let me get up?" Summer asked, even as she shifted her weight to get mroe comfortable laying on his chest.
"You gonna stop teasing me and trying to smack me when I tease you back?" Ryan countered.
"Then it won't be fun!" Summer protested. She licked her lips, then started to lean down towards Ryan, only to jump in surprise when there was a knock on the door.
Ryan reacted on instinct, turning so that Summer was on the floor and he was getting up, as well as reaching for his gun and pulling it from it's holster. "Stay down," he told her before getting up and moving towards the door just as there was another knock. He slowly straightened and took a look out the peephole, only to relax immediately and open the door. "Hey, Bradley."
"Hey, Atwood," Irene replied as Ryan let her in. "Hello, Miss Roberts," she added to Summer, who was getting up. "Interesting choice of attire."
"He barely let me pull on shorts and a tank top before we left the house," Summer replied. "And my shirt got bloody."
"Bloody?" Irene asked, looking between them.
"My shoulder," Ryan said. "Some glas cut me up pretty bad, but Summer took care of it. I'm fine."
"She took care of it?" Irene asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I used to be pre-med," Summer said in her own defense.
"I'm fine," Ryan repeated. "What's up?"
"I think Miss Roberts is hiding something from us, because there's a few holes in her story."
Ryan turned to Summer, who was absently fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. "Summer? Is there something other than what we discussed?"
"Kinda..." Summer said.
"Every time I start to think you're more than a spoiled little brat..." Ryan muttered.
"It has nothing to do with all this!" Summer protested.
"If it has anything to do with Sandoval, it has to do with this," Irene said.
"Anthony might... he might think I was pregnant and had an abortion," Summer said.
"And why would he think that?" Ryan asked.
"Because I sort of told him I did?"
"Why?"
"Because I thought he'd let me go if he thought I'd killed his baby?"
"And you didn't think he'd be out for your blood after that?" Irene asked, while Ryan had a far more important question.
"Are you pregnant?"
"No and Yes," Summer said.
"Which is answer to which?" Irene asked.
"No I didn't think he would be, and yes I am pregnant."
"Shit," Ryan muttered as he ran a hand over his face.
To Be Continued...
Author: Mara
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence. Language. Sex.
Summary: When Summer Roberts is targeted by her dangerous ex-boyfriend, her father hires FBI Agent Ryan Atwood to protect his daughter.
Notes: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] gave me the idea. This chapter's short, but... lol... it seemed like a good place to end it... This story is totally all about the sudden crazy plot twists... lol...
Chapter Four
Many thanks to
chrissydechagny for the most excellent banner!"So, you got a girlfriend?" Summer asked later as she walked out of the bathroom with her shorts pulled on under Ryan's shirt.
"No," Ryan replied, not looking up from the newspaper he was scanning.
"Any girl's you 'have fun' with?"
"No."
"Boyfriend?" Summer teased.
"Yeah, I'm rocking the gayness," Ryan said dryly, finally looking up enough to raise an eyebrow at her.
Summer snickered slightly. "Come on, how does a guy like you not have a girl?" sheasked as she flopped down on the couch next to him.
"A guy like me?" Ryan asked.
"Reasonably good looking, willing to let a girl cry on your shoulder, halfway decent sense of humor..."
"I thought I had no sense of humor?" Ryan countered.
"I changed my mind," Summer said. "And we gotta factor in the whole FBI Agent thing being a huge turn on."
"Being FBI is a turn on?" Ryan asked.
"Holly thinks your hot."
"Holly's best friends are her sex toys," Ryan countered. "The girl followed me into the men's room once."
"When was that?" Summer asked.
"Back in high school. Kirsten convinced me to go to the Yacht Club's Christmas party as their guest, and... and Holly followed me into the Men's room," Ryan said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh god," Summer said, making a face. "She's such a slut."
"Worse was that the same night, this one grown woman suggested she and I should go into the men's locker room," Ryan said.
"Had to be Taryn," Summer said. "She's the biggest slutty skank of the Newpsie world. Always trying to lure the hot newport teen guys into having sex with her."
"So now I'm hot?"
"You were then."
Ryan chuckled and went back to reading the paper. "Yeah, well, you were mildly pleasing to the eye, yourself," he teased.
"And now?"
"So-so," Ryan said, already moving when she reached to smack his good shoulder. "Hey, didn't anyone ever tell you it's bad form to hit the guy who got glass imbedded in their shoulder protecting you?" he protested, laughing.
"You just did it so you could cop a feel," Summer countered, leaping forward and sending them both tumbling off the couch and onto the floor, laughing.
"That was dignified," Ryan said.
"That's your fault, Chino," Summer said mockingly as started to get up only to have Ryan pull her back down.
"Whatever you say, Princess," he said with a smile.
"You gonna let me get up?" Summer asked, even as she shifted her weight to get mroe comfortable laying on his chest.
"You gonna stop teasing me and trying to smack me when I tease you back?" Ryan countered.
"Then it won't be fun!" Summer protested. She licked her lips, then started to lean down towards Ryan, only to jump in surprise when there was a knock on the door.
Ryan reacted on instinct, turning so that Summer was on the floor and he was getting up, as well as reaching for his gun and pulling it from it's holster. "Stay down," he told her before getting up and moving towards the door just as there was another knock. He slowly straightened and took a look out the peephole, only to relax immediately and open the door. "Hey, Bradley."
"Hey, Atwood," Irene replied as Ryan let her in. "Hello, Miss Roberts," she added to Summer, who was getting up. "Interesting choice of attire."
"He barely let me pull on shorts and a tank top before we left the house," Summer replied. "And my shirt got bloody."
"Bloody?" Irene asked, looking between them.
"My shoulder," Ryan said. "Some glas cut me up pretty bad, but Summer took care of it. I'm fine."
"She took care of it?" Irene asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I used to be pre-med," Summer said in her own defense.
"I'm fine," Ryan repeated. "What's up?"
"I think Miss Roberts is hiding something from us, because there's a few holes in her story."
Ryan turned to Summer, who was absently fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. "Summer? Is there something other than what we discussed?"
"Kinda..." Summer said.
"Every time I start to think you're more than a spoiled little brat..." Ryan muttered.
"It has nothing to do with all this!" Summer protested.
"If it has anything to do with Sandoval, it has to do with this," Irene said.
"Anthony might... he might think I was pregnant and had an abortion," Summer said.
"And why would he think that?" Ryan asked.
"Because I sort of told him I did?"
"Why?"
"Because I thought he'd let me go if he thought I'd killed his baby?"
"And you didn't think he'd be out for your blood after that?" Irene asked, while Ryan had a far more important question.
"Are you pregnant?"
"No and Yes," Summer said.
"Which is answer to which?" Irene asked.
"No I didn't think he would be, and yes I am pregnant."
"Shit," Ryan muttered as he ran a hand over his face.
To Be Continued...
