Wild Collision, page 14
I find myself torn between doing what I want and what I should do.
“Fine,” I agree, giving in at last.
I feel his smile rather than see it.
20
Hollis
I carry a half-asleep Mia to my room and give her one of my shirts to change into for the night. She gives me a nod of thanks before I slip out of the room. I’d love to stay for the show, but I saw the way the guys were eyeing me and know I have to talk to them.
I make my way to where they’re sitting in the suite’s living room. I remain standing, because it makes me feel better.
“What are you thinking, man?” Cannon asks. “Mia’s a cool girl. We like her,” the other guys nod in agreement, “but she’s Hayes’s daughter. You’re playing with fire. You could screw this whole thing up. We asked you to stay away from her and you didn’t fucking listen.”
I want to get defensive and angry, to rage at them, but I know it’s the wrong reaction to have.
“I’m sorry,” I say, meaning it. “Mia is … I like the way I feel with her. I feel like me, a me I forgot even existed. I’ve let the little bit of fame we’ve received go to my head. She brings me back to reality, grounds me. I tried to stay away, to fight what I felt, because I knew the position I could put us in if I pursued anything with her, but fighting it became impossible. For both of us. I’m not asking for your approval, but I am asking you to respect my actions. I’m doing this because I care about her, not because I’m being reckless.”
Cannon’s jaw is clenched but he sighs and says, “We’ve noticed the difference in you. I didn’t think it was possible but she’s mellowed you out.”
“I think we’ve all mellowed out,” I retort.
Fox snorts. “There’s not much trouble to get into in this small town.”
I crack a smile. “It’s never stopped us before.”
“I’ve definitely not mellowed out,” Rush smirks.
I glance at him. “Last I checked you were only sleeping with one girl. I think it counts as mellowed out.”
He looks shocked, as if just now realizing he’s only been with Kira since we got here.
Cannon looks at me, leaning forward with his hands clasped. “We can’t ask you not to see her, but fuck, man, be careful. If you get a wandering eye cut her loose immediately.”
My jaw snaps closed with an audible click. I know I deserve him saying that. I’ve jumped from girl to girl the last few years, but it still irks me because Mia is different and I’m different with her. But it seems like that counts for nothing, not when there’s more proof of my manwhore behavior.
“You don’t need to worry about that,” I finally say.
He raises his hands innocently. “I’m not trying to piss you off.”
“I know,” I admit. “But don’t talk about her like she’s just another girl I’m going to grow bored of. She’s not. She never was.”
Cannon shrugs. “Good. It’s about time you grew serious. Ever since she came into the picture you’ve been more focused on music too, and in my book that’s a good thing.” He stands and stretches. “Now, if you don’t mind I’m going to bed.”
He leaves and I look at the other two. “Do you have anything to say?”
Fox tilts his head. “She’s a nice girl. Don’t fuck this up. I’m not saying that because she’s Hayes’s daughter, but because she’s too good to be strung along by you. If you care about her, keep proving it.”
I’m irritated by his words, but again I know I deserve them. I deserve worse.
Rush leans back in his chair. “You know I never judge.”
With the conversation finished I slip back into my room.
I pause, leaning my back against the closed door.
Across from me, sprawled beneath the crisp white sheets of the king size bed is the most beautiful woman in the world. She lies on her stomach, her arms wrapped around the pillow beneath her head, with her red hair billowed in a wild torrent of flame. My too large shirt falls haphazardly off one of her slender pale shoulders. Her lips are parted with sleep, her chest rising and falling softly with each breath. She looks comfortable, and too good, too kind, to be in my bed.
I question whether I’m being selfish by caring for her. Is it wrong to crave being around her? To want her company? She makes me smile, laugh, and feel free. She gives me hope. Hope for what? I don’t know.
I take off my boots and hook my thumbs in the back of my shirt, yanking it off. I let my jeans fall on the floor and get in bed.
I roll over, facing Mia. She looks impossibly peaceful. I wish the dream world could claim me so easily.
My mind however, decides to dwell on things I shouldn’t. I can’t help but wonder if by caring about Mia I’ve inadvertently set myself up for failure, destined to fuck this up and become a miserable bastard once more.
If I ever break her heart I’ll never forgive myself.
* * *
I’m stirred from sleep by the feel of lips on my neck.
This is nothing new.
The lips trail over my chest and then back up, sweeping over my cheek.
“Wake up, sleepy head,” a voice murmurs.
I stifle a yawn, forcing my tired eyes open. I don’t know when I finally fell asleep last night.
Impossibly blue eyes meet mine. “There you are,” Mia breathes.
Mia.
I give her a small smile. “Sleep well?”
She nods, climbing into my lap to straddle me.
My eyes widen in shock. “Are you wearing panties?”
She gives me a coy smile. “No.”
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re trying to kill me, I know it.”
Her lips tilt up on one corner. “Sounds tempting, but I think you’re more useful alive.” She winks and my eyes go wide as her hand slips beneath my boxer-briefs.
This Mia is not something I’m used to.
“Do the mornings make you horny or something?” I choke out as her hand wraps around me.
She bites her lip and shrugs. “Maybe, but we haven’t been alone in a while and…” she trails off.
“I know,” I breathe.
She lowers her head and kisses me. She sucks my bottom lip between hers and lets go.
Fuck, I’m not sure I can handle this version of Mia. She’s a siren, a temptress, and I’m ensnared in her web.
My t-shirt dangles loosely on her small frame and with her hair a tangled mess I swear she’s the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever beheld. I could write a million songs about her and I’ve never had the desire to do that before. I thought one song would be enough. I’ve been sorely mistaken. Nothing, no amount of words in the entire universe, in any language, spoken in any tongue, is enough to encompass everything Mia is.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I warn. The words grate on my throat as I reluctantly speak them because I very much want this. “The guys—”
“I’ll be quiet,” she promises.
I narrow my eyes. “Are you challenging me?”
She bites her plump bottom lip, her eyes sparkling. “Not at all Mr. Wilder.”
My hands find her waist, my fingers digging into her skin as I fight to calm myself. With a few words she manages to undo my control and it’s not fair.
In one smooth movement I have her flipped over on her back as I hover above her.
“Miss Hayes,” I hum, “you are very, very dangerous.”
She grins and leans up to whisper, “I know.”
I kiss her, slipping my hands beneath the shirt, pushing it up her body. She lifts her arms for me to remove it, but instead I tie it around her hands. She narrows her eyes and pouts.
“You might think you have the control here, but I do, always,” I warn her with a stern growl before I kiss her.
She melts into my kiss, her body like liquid.
I palm one of her breasts, using my other hand to keep myself braced above her.
Her body rises against my hand, her back curving above the mattress.
Her creamy skin looks even lighter against my tanned hand—her skin impossibly soft against the roughness of mine.
We’re opposites in every way—I’m hard to her soft, loud to her quiet, dangerous to her safe—but we click like two puzzle pieces snapping together, there’s no denying it.
It doesn’t make sense, it’s not logical, but somehow it works.
Some things … they don’t need an explanation.
We’re one of those things.
“I think you like it when I can’t use my hands,” she breathes, her voice no more than a husk of what it normally is.
“Only because you threaten to make me lose control before I’m ready and I always plan to take my time with you,” I vow.
Her breath stutters out of her in a gasp. I grin as I kiss her. I love shocking her.
Kissing the shell of her ear I confess, “You were meant to be worshipped.” By me, I leave unspoken.
Her impossibly blue eyes meet mine and they seem to read what I didn’t say and say I know back.
I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger. I tilt her head up, lowering my mouth over hers. The kiss is soft, slow, it’s us taking our time memorizing the feel of one another. It’s one hundred percent real and it rocks me to my core.
I never knew it could be like this, never wanted it like this, but with Mia I can have it no other way. She isn’t someone I want to fuck and kick out of my bed to never see again. She’s someone I want to wake up to every day, who I want to hold, to cherish. It’s a strange feeling, one that’s washed over me so quickly I find it hard to fathom at times. A part of me is terrified if I step outside of this bubble I’ll go right back to my manwhoring asshole ways, but I have to believe I’m strong enough to not fall into that dangerous trap again. Whatever this connection is between us, it can’t be broken easily.
Her hands fight against the confines of the t-shirt, but I’m not finished with her yet.
I told her she was meant to be worshipped and I meant it.
I’ve been a selfish lover in the past, only caring about my own pleasure, but not with Mia. With her, I need to make sure she’s enjoying herself. I can’t be a selfish bastard anymore.
I have to be better.
Not only in bed, but a better person all around.
Someone worthy of the light Mia possesses.
I tear my lips from hers and she whimpers, quieting when I kiss my way down the elegant arch of her neck. I suck the skin where her neck meets her shoulder. It’ll probably leave a mark, and I growl with satisfaction at the thought of my brand left on her unblemished skin.
Moving lower I kiss her breasts, swirling my tongue around each pert pink nipple.
Her back arches off the bed and I smile against the satin of her skin.
I trail my lips down her stomach and a tiny gasp releases from that gorgeous mouth when my tongue reaches her center. I grin against her.
Hazy blue eyes blink down at me, her breasts straining as she inhales harshly. Her pale skin is slightly damp with perspiration and her lips tremble as she struggles to stay quiet.
I slide my fingers into her pussy and her body clenches around them.
“Hollis,” my name a prayer on her swollen lips.
Watching her lose control could quickly become my new addiction. Guys like me don’t deserve girls like her, but here she is, and I hope like crazy I never have to let her go.
Then don’t screw it up dick head, my mind scolds me.
I don’t want to—I won’t, I vow.
Her fingers wiggle and I know she longs for nothing more than to touch me. I finally have mercy on her and move up her body, untying the fabric from around her wrists. I growl in her ear. “Next time I’m handcuffing you.”
She moans and I can’t help but smirk.
“And if you fight me on it,” I add in a whisper, “I’ll spank you.”
She blinks owlish blue eyes up at me. “What if I want you to do it anyway?”
“Do what, Mia?” I ask in a stern tone, wanting to make her say it.
“Spank me,” she whispers, the words barely audible.
“Where have you been all my life?” The words tumble out of my mouth.
She bites her plump bottom lip, red and swollen from kissing, and says like the fucking siren she is, “Waiting for you.”
I can’t help myself, I devour her lips like I’m starving and she’s my only form of sustenance. Her hands delve into my hair, tugging and pulling, before her nails rake down my back leaving their mark.
I don’t mind. Mia can mark me in any way she wants. I welcome it. I want her mark on me, her scent clinging to my skin for days after.
Her hand slides down my abs and pushes my boxer-briefs down my hips. I get rid of them completely and then her hand is on me, sliding up and down slowly, her thumb rolling over the tip as she looks up at me batting her eyes innocently.
I growl into her ear, “You pretend to be innocent, but I see you, I know you. Like calls to like.”
She smirks, the slightest tilt of her lips. “Maybe I’ve been waiting for you. You make me feel safe.”
“Fuck,” I gasp.
There’s nothing overtly sexy about her words but hearing her say she feels safe with me is everything I never knew I needed.
“My turn,” she purrs, pushing me off her to roll over.
Her eyes connect with mine as she strokes me and then she lowers her delicious mouth to my cock. My eyes roll back in my head and I reach down, holding her hair back to watch. She doesn’t look back up at me, instead giving all her attention to my dick.
“Jesus Christ,” I curse, fighting not to make noise.
I’ve never cared about bothering my friends with my exploits before, but I’ll be damned if they hear any of this. Mia is mine, and I won’t have them giving me knowing smirks or picturing her naked. I might punch one of them. I wouldn’t be sorry either.
I tug on her hair, and she hisses between her teeth, but doesn’t ask me to stop.
A little bite of pain always leads to more pleasure in my experience.
When I can take no more I pull on her hair again until her mouth lets me go with a pop.
“I’m going to fuck you now, and if you try to scream I’ll gag you.”
Her eyes sparkle and her lips lift in a coy smile.
Fucking temptress.
I grab a condom, rolling it on and give myself a few hard pulls. She watches all of my movements, never taking her eyes off me.
“Do you like watching me touch myself?” I ask in a husky voice.
She bites her lip, those blue eyes of her eyes giving me the answer I need.
I grab her hips and yank her toward the end of the bed.
Leaning over her body I remind her with a whisper, “You scream, I gag you. Understood?”
She nods.
In one smooth movement I’m inside her and I literally sigh in relief. It’s been torture waiting to sink into her warm pussy.
Her lips part with a breath and I can’t help but wonder if she’s feeling the same.
Of all the girls I could fall for, I have to question why her. She’s the one girl who could cost me everything—my career, my future, my sanity—but fuck she’s worth it.
“Harder,” she begs, and I curse under my breath.
This girl will be my undoing.
I oblige her, more than happy to do so.
She whimpers and presses a hand over her mouth to stifle any noise she makes.
I want to tell her it won’t be enough when I make her scream, but I can’t find the words to speak. I can feel the tendons in my neck sticking out as I fight to keep myself quiet too. I feel like a teenager again, struggling not to get caught. There’s something exciting about it—the desperation to stay quiet.
I lower my head to the crook of her neck, pressing my lips to her sweat dampened skin. We’ll both need a shower after this and if she even thinks for one second I’m letting her shower alone she’s sorely mistaken.
“H-Hollis,” she pants, her nails raking down my chest. “I-I’m—”
“Fall baby,” I breathe. “I’ll catch you.”
Her eyes nearly roll back into her head as she falls over the edge into blissful pleasure. Her tight pussy squeezes my cock and with a groan I follow her over the ledge, helpless to stop it.
“Mia,” I exhale against her skin, kissing her collarbone.
“I know,” she, brushes her fingers through my hair. “I know,” she repeats.
I pull out of her, getting rid of the condom. I then lay back down beside her, both of us struggling to regain our breath.
I recover first and haul her naked body over my shoulder.
“Hollis,” she hisses. “What are you doing?”
I smack her bare ass and she jolts. “Washing your sexy body, that’s what I’m going to do,” I warn her, setting her down in the bathroom.
She watches as I turn the shower on, letting it warm, before I pull her inside. I don’t have any fancy smelly girly shit, so she’ll have to make do with my soap—which might undo me, knowing she’s going to smell like me all fucking day.
I watch the water sluice over her breasts and she smirks.
“Like what you see, Wilder?”
I force my eyes to meet hers. “You know I do.”
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, standing on her tiptoes.
“I’ve never had shower sex,” she confesses. “Care to show me how it’s done?”
My body roars to life once more at her words. “You fucking bet.”
* * *
My leg bounces restlessly in the studio and I chew on the side of my nail. I’m never like this, but replaying every moment between Mia and me this morning has me on edge considering her father is in the same room as I am. If he knew what I’d done to her … I’d be a dead man right now.
Beside me Rush bumps my leg with his and grinds out, “Stop looking like a guilty motherfucker, please. You’re going to get us all in trouble.”
I let my finger drop from my mouth. I know he’s right, and if Rush—Rush who’s the biggest manwhore of all of us—is calling me out, then I know I look bad.
“Fine,” I agree, giving in at last.
I feel his smile rather than see it.
20
Hollis
I carry a half-asleep Mia to my room and give her one of my shirts to change into for the night. She gives me a nod of thanks before I slip out of the room. I’d love to stay for the show, but I saw the way the guys were eyeing me and know I have to talk to them.
I make my way to where they’re sitting in the suite’s living room. I remain standing, because it makes me feel better.
“What are you thinking, man?” Cannon asks. “Mia’s a cool girl. We like her,” the other guys nod in agreement, “but she’s Hayes’s daughter. You’re playing with fire. You could screw this whole thing up. We asked you to stay away from her and you didn’t fucking listen.”
I want to get defensive and angry, to rage at them, but I know it’s the wrong reaction to have.
“I’m sorry,” I say, meaning it. “Mia is … I like the way I feel with her. I feel like me, a me I forgot even existed. I’ve let the little bit of fame we’ve received go to my head. She brings me back to reality, grounds me. I tried to stay away, to fight what I felt, because I knew the position I could put us in if I pursued anything with her, but fighting it became impossible. For both of us. I’m not asking for your approval, but I am asking you to respect my actions. I’m doing this because I care about her, not because I’m being reckless.”
Cannon’s jaw is clenched but he sighs and says, “We’ve noticed the difference in you. I didn’t think it was possible but she’s mellowed you out.”
“I think we’ve all mellowed out,” I retort.
Fox snorts. “There’s not much trouble to get into in this small town.”
I crack a smile. “It’s never stopped us before.”
“I’ve definitely not mellowed out,” Rush smirks.
I glance at him. “Last I checked you were only sleeping with one girl. I think it counts as mellowed out.”
He looks shocked, as if just now realizing he’s only been with Kira since we got here.
Cannon looks at me, leaning forward with his hands clasped. “We can’t ask you not to see her, but fuck, man, be careful. If you get a wandering eye cut her loose immediately.”
My jaw snaps closed with an audible click. I know I deserve him saying that. I’ve jumped from girl to girl the last few years, but it still irks me because Mia is different and I’m different with her. But it seems like that counts for nothing, not when there’s more proof of my manwhore behavior.
“You don’t need to worry about that,” I finally say.
He raises his hands innocently. “I’m not trying to piss you off.”
“I know,” I admit. “But don’t talk about her like she’s just another girl I’m going to grow bored of. She’s not. She never was.”
Cannon shrugs. “Good. It’s about time you grew serious. Ever since she came into the picture you’ve been more focused on music too, and in my book that’s a good thing.” He stands and stretches. “Now, if you don’t mind I’m going to bed.”
He leaves and I look at the other two. “Do you have anything to say?”
Fox tilts his head. “She’s a nice girl. Don’t fuck this up. I’m not saying that because she’s Hayes’s daughter, but because she’s too good to be strung along by you. If you care about her, keep proving it.”
I’m irritated by his words, but again I know I deserve them. I deserve worse.
Rush leans back in his chair. “You know I never judge.”
With the conversation finished I slip back into my room.
I pause, leaning my back against the closed door.
Across from me, sprawled beneath the crisp white sheets of the king size bed is the most beautiful woman in the world. She lies on her stomach, her arms wrapped around the pillow beneath her head, with her red hair billowed in a wild torrent of flame. My too large shirt falls haphazardly off one of her slender pale shoulders. Her lips are parted with sleep, her chest rising and falling softly with each breath. She looks comfortable, and too good, too kind, to be in my bed.
I question whether I’m being selfish by caring for her. Is it wrong to crave being around her? To want her company? She makes me smile, laugh, and feel free. She gives me hope. Hope for what? I don’t know.
I take off my boots and hook my thumbs in the back of my shirt, yanking it off. I let my jeans fall on the floor and get in bed.
I roll over, facing Mia. She looks impossibly peaceful. I wish the dream world could claim me so easily.
My mind however, decides to dwell on things I shouldn’t. I can’t help but wonder if by caring about Mia I’ve inadvertently set myself up for failure, destined to fuck this up and become a miserable bastard once more.
If I ever break her heart I’ll never forgive myself.
* * *
I’m stirred from sleep by the feel of lips on my neck.
This is nothing new.
The lips trail over my chest and then back up, sweeping over my cheek.
“Wake up, sleepy head,” a voice murmurs.
I stifle a yawn, forcing my tired eyes open. I don’t know when I finally fell asleep last night.
Impossibly blue eyes meet mine. “There you are,” Mia breathes.
Mia.
I give her a small smile. “Sleep well?”
She nods, climbing into my lap to straddle me.
My eyes widen in shock. “Are you wearing panties?”
She gives me a coy smile. “No.”
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re trying to kill me, I know it.”
Her lips tilt up on one corner. “Sounds tempting, but I think you’re more useful alive.” She winks and my eyes go wide as her hand slips beneath my boxer-briefs.
This Mia is not something I’m used to.
“Do the mornings make you horny or something?” I choke out as her hand wraps around me.
She bites her lip and shrugs. “Maybe, but we haven’t been alone in a while and…” she trails off.
“I know,” I breathe.
She lowers her head and kisses me. She sucks my bottom lip between hers and lets go.
Fuck, I’m not sure I can handle this version of Mia. She’s a siren, a temptress, and I’m ensnared in her web.
My t-shirt dangles loosely on her small frame and with her hair a tangled mess I swear she’s the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever beheld. I could write a million songs about her and I’ve never had the desire to do that before. I thought one song would be enough. I’ve been sorely mistaken. Nothing, no amount of words in the entire universe, in any language, spoken in any tongue, is enough to encompass everything Mia is.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I warn. The words grate on my throat as I reluctantly speak them because I very much want this. “The guys—”
“I’ll be quiet,” she promises.
I narrow my eyes. “Are you challenging me?”
She bites her plump bottom lip, her eyes sparkling. “Not at all Mr. Wilder.”
My hands find her waist, my fingers digging into her skin as I fight to calm myself. With a few words she manages to undo my control and it’s not fair.
In one smooth movement I have her flipped over on her back as I hover above her.
“Miss Hayes,” I hum, “you are very, very dangerous.”
She grins and leans up to whisper, “I know.”
I kiss her, slipping my hands beneath the shirt, pushing it up her body. She lifts her arms for me to remove it, but instead I tie it around her hands. She narrows her eyes and pouts.
“You might think you have the control here, but I do, always,” I warn her with a stern growl before I kiss her.
She melts into my kiss, her body like liquid.
I palm one of her breasts, using my other hand to keep myself braced above her.
Her body rises against my hand, her back curving above the mattress.
Her creamy skin looks even lighter against my tanned hand—her skin impossibly soft against the roughness of mine.
We’re opposites in every way—I’m hard to her soft, loud to her quiet, dangerous to her safe—but we click like two puzzle pieces snapping together, there’s no denying it.
It doesn’t make sense, it’s not logical, but somehow it works.
Some things … they don’t need an explanation.
We’re one of those things.
“I think you like it when I can’t use my hands,” she breathes, her voice no more than a husk of what it normally is.
“Only because you threaten to make me lose control before I’m ready and I always plan to take my time with you,” I vow.
Her breath stutters out of her in a gasp. I grin as I kiss her. I love shocking her.
Kissing the shell of her ear I confess, “You were meant to be worshipped.” By me, I leave unspoken.
Her impossibly blue eyes meet mine and they seem to read what I didn’t say and say I know back.
I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger. I tilt her head up, lowering my mouth over hers. The kiss is soft, slow, it’s us taking our time memorizing the feel of one another. It’s one hundred percent real and it rocks me to my core.
I never knew it could be like this, never wanted it like this, but with Mia I can have it no other way. She isn’t someone I want to fuck and kick out of my bed to never see again. She’s someone I want to wake up to every day, who I want to hold, to cherish. It’s a strange feeling, one that’s washed over me so quickly I find it hard to fathom at times. A part of me is terrified if I step outside of this bubble I’ll go right back to my manwhoring asshole ways, but I have to believe I’m strong enough to not fall into that dangerous trap again. Whatever this connection is between us, it can’t be broken easily.
Her hands fight against the confines of the t-shirt, but I’m not finished with her yet.
I told her she was meant to be worshipped and I meant it.
I’ve been a selfish lover in the past, only caring about my own pleasure, but not with Mia. With her, I need to make sure she’s enjoying herself. I can’t be a selfish bastard anymore.
I have to be better.
Not only in bed, but a better person all around.
Someone worthy of the light Mia possesses.
I tear my lips from hers and she whimpers, quieting when I kiss my way down the elegant arch of her neck. I suck the skin where her neck meets her shoulder. It’ll probably leave a mark, and I growl with satisfaction at the thought of my brand left on her unblemished skin.
Moving lower I kiss her breasts, swirling my tongue around each pert pink nipple.
Her back arches off the bed and I smile against the satin of her skin.
I trail my lips down her stomach and a tiny gasp releases from that gorgeous mouth when my tongue reaches her center. I grin against her.
Hazy blue eyes blink down at me, her breasts straining as she inhales harshly. Her pale skin is slightly damp with perspiration and her lips tremble as she struggles to stay quiet.
I slide my fingers into her pussy and her body clenches around them.
“Hollis,” my name a prayer on her swollen lips.
Watching her lose control could quickly become my new addiction. Guys like me don’t deserve girls like her, but here she is, and I hope like crazy I never have to let her go.
Then don’t screw it up dick head, my mind scolds me.
I don’t want to—I won’t, I vow.
Her fingers wiggle and I know she longs for nothing more than to touch me. I finally have mercy on her and move up her body, untying the fabric from around her wrists. I growl in her ear. “Next time I’m handcuffing you.”
She moans and I can’t help but smirk.
“And if you fight me on it,” I add in a whisper, “I’ll spank you.”
She blinks owlish blue eyes up at me. “What if I want you to do it anyway?”
“Do what, Mia?” I ask in a stern tone, wanting to make her say it.
“Spank me,” she whispers, the words barely audible.
“Where have you been all my life?” The words tumble out of my mouth.
She bites her plump bottom lip, red and swollen from kissing, and says like the fucking siren she is, “Waiting for you.”
I can’t help myself, I devour her lips like I’m starving and she’s my only form of sustenance. Her hands delve into my hair, tugging and pulling, before her nails rake down my back leaving their mark.
I don’t mind. Mia can mark me in any way she wants. I welcome it. I want her mark on me, her scent clinging to my skin for days after.
Her hand slides down my abs and pushes my boxer-briefs down my hips. I get rid of them completely and then her hand is on me, sliding up and down slowly, her thumb rolling over the tip as she looks up at me batting her eyes innocently.
I growl into her ear, “You pretend to be innocent, but I see you, I know you. Like calls to like.”
She smirks, the slightest tilt of her lips. “Maybe I’ve been waiting for you. You make me feel safe.”
“Fuck,” I gasp.
There’s nothing overtly sexy about her words but hearing her say she feels safe with me is everything I never knew I needed.
“My turn,” she purrs, pushing me off her to roll over.
Her eyes connect with mine as she strokes me and then she lowers her delicious mouth to my cock. My eyes roll back in my head and I reach down, holding her hair back to watch. She doesn’t look back up at me, instead giving all her attention to my dick.
“Jesus Christ,” I curse, fighting not to make noise.
I’ve never cared about bothering my friends with my exploits before, but I’ll be damned if they hear any of this. Mia is mine, and I won’t have them giving me knowing smirks or picturing her naked. I might punch one of them. I wouldn’t be sorry either.
I tug on her hair, and she hisses between her teeth, but doesn’t ask me to stop.
A little bite of pain always leads to more pleasure in my experience.
When I can take no more I pull on her hair again until her mouth lets me go with a pop.
“I’m going to fuck you now, and if you try to scream I’ll gag you.”
Her eyes sparkle and her lips lift in a coy smile.
Fucking temptress.
I grab a condom, rolling it on and give myself a few hard pulls. She watches all of my movements, never taking her eyes off me.
“Do you like watching me touch myself?” I ask in a husky voice.
She bites her lip, those blue eyes of her eyes giving me the answer I need.
I grab her hips and yank her toward the end of the bed.
Leaning over her body I remind her with a whisper, “You scream, I gag you. Understood?”
She nods.
In one smooth movement I’m inside her and I literally sigh in relief. It’s been torture waiting to sink into her warm pussy.
Her lips part with a breath and I can’t help but wonder if she’s feeling the same.
Of all the girls I could fall for, I have to question why her. She’s the one girl who could cost me everything—my career, my future, my sanity—but fuck she’s worth it.
“Harder,” she begs, and I curse under my breath.
This girl will be my undoing.
I oblige her, more than happy to do so.
She whimpers and presses a hand over her mouth to stifle any noise she makes.
I want to tell her it won’t be enough when I make her scream, but I can’t find the words to speak. I can feel the tendons in my neck sticking out as I fight to keep myself quiet too. I feel like a teenager again, struggling not to get caught. There’s something exciting about it—the desperation to stay quiet.
I lower my head to the crook of her neck, pressing my lips to her sweat dampened skin. We’ll both need a shower after this and if she even thinks for one second I’m letting her shower alone she’s sorely mistaken.
“H-Hollis,” she pants, her nails raking down my chest. “I-I’m—”
“Fall baby,” I breathe. “I’ll catch you.”
Her eyes nearly roll back into her head as she falls over the edge into blissful pleasure. Her tight pussy squeezes my cock and with a groan I follow her over the ledge, helpless to stop it.
“Mia,” I exhale against her skin, kissing her collarbone.
“I know,” she, brushes her fingers through my hair. “I know,” she repeats.
I pull out of her, getting rid of the condom. I then lay back down beside her, both of us struggling to regain our breath.
I recover first and haul her naked body over my shoulder.
“Hollis,” she hisses. “What are you doing?”
I smack her bare ass and she jolts. “Washing your sexy body, that’s what I’m going to do,” I warn her, setting her down in the bathroom.
She watches as I turn the shower on, letting it warm, before I pull her inside. I don’t have any fancy smelly girly shit, so she’ll have to make do with my soap—which might undo me, knowing she’s going to smell like me all fucking day.
I watch the water sluice over her breasts and she smirks.
“Like what you see, Wilder?”
I force my eyes to meet hers. “You know I do.”
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, standing on her tiptoes.
“I’ve never had shower sex,” she confesses. “Care to show me how it’s done?”
My body roars to life once more at her words. “You fucking bet.”
* * *
My leg bounces restlessly in the studio and I chew on the side of my nail. I’m never like this, but replaying every moment between Mia and me this morning has me on edge considering her father is in the same room as I am. If he knew what I’d done to her … I’d be a dead man right now.
Beside me Rush bumps my leg with his and grinds out, “Stop looking like a guilty motherfucker, please. You’re going to get us all in trouble.”
I let my finger drop from my mouth. I know he’s right, and if Rush—Rush who’s the biggest manwhore of all of us—is calling me out, then I know I look bad.
