“Can I?” she whispers, and I start wondering if I’m fucking dreaming.
My hand shoots up to grab her at the waist, and she gasps as I tug her down on top of me. When her lips collide with mine, she moans into my mouth, and I slide my hands down her body, pulling her shirt up until I feel the thin panties covering her ass.
Her legs spread, straddling me better, and I start trying to tug her underwear to the side, desperate to get inside her.
“Chase,” she whispers against my lips, pushing her hips up and away from my cock.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Sorry,” I whisper as her forehead touches mine.
“Don’t be,” she says quietly, snaking her hand between us.
When she grabs onto my cock, a breath hisses between my lips. She leans back, watching me as she sits up completely, pumping me in her hand as my hands ride up her hips.
She grabs my hands before I can touch her stomach, and she pushes them back down, releasing my cock in the process. Since I don’t want her stopping again, I keep my hands on her hips when she resumes, unsure what boundaries she’s setting right now, since this is pretty fucking confusing.
She watches me, just like she used to watch me then. Her eyelids start getting heavy, her rhythm grows steady, and her lips part as she breathes my name just as she did in my fantasy.
“Fuck, Mika,” I groan, grabbing my boxers from the ground and covering myself just as hot pleasure shoots up my spine and I explode into the fabric. She keeps pumping as my eyes roll back in my head, and I grab her ass with one hand, fucking hating not being inside her right now.
Slowly, she pulls her hand away, and I feel her lean down until her hair lightly tickles my cheek.
“I forgot how much I love watching that,” she says before brushing her lips against mine.
“I haven’t forgotten how much I love it,” I mumble, listening to the sound of her sigh as she kisses my cheek.
My eyes stay closed as my body continues to shudder, and Mika runs her fingers over my chest, pausing when she gets to my heart. When she sucks in a sharp breath, I know she’s finally noticed one of my bald eagle tattoos.
“Right over my heart,” I tell her as I open my eyes.
She’s still straddling me, my boxers are still an absolute mess, but it doesn’t matter. I’d stay this way all day.
She traces the lines, and I watch her eyes as she memorizes every detail in front of her in the semi-lit room, thanks to the TV being on. “When did you get this?” she asks, still studying it.
“Three years ago... First day of summer.”
A sad but beautiful expression crosses her face, and she looks up to meet my eyes. “I have one on my back.”
My smile grows, but her lips thin.
“Let me see it.”
“Maybe I will, but not right now. It’s four in the morning,” she states like she’s amused.
“And you just jacked me off at four in the morning after giving me friend speeches all night. The least you can do is show me your eagle tat.”
She struggles to not smile, but she slides off me instead.
“I think you’ve gotten enough tonight. Maybe tomorrow I’ll show you mine… Tattoo that is.”
She winks at me before walking away, and I wait until she disappears to pinch myself pretty fucking hard. When a shot of pain shoots up my arm, I decide I’m definitely awake and Mika just had her sweet little hands all over my dick.
Summer sucks less by the day.
Chapter 28
MIKA
I’ve been around Aidan and Hunter for longer than four days and it was never an issue. Three and four. Four and three. Never an issue with them.
It’s not a habit.
Maybe it won’t be a habit for Chase either, even though I’m already chewing my thumbnail and waiting for him to call to let me know if he’s coming over tonight or not. Technically I saw him today. I saw him at four in the morning when I woke up from a really good dream and stepped into what I thought was another really good dream.
Turns out it was real, and I lost control. It felt good to lose control. I felt like the old me just doing what I wanted to without worrying about the consequences.
Screw it. I can just go to his tattoo parlor and find out if I’m seeing him later or not, and that will solve my undeniable need to see him for the day. Shit. Shit. Shit. Not good. Aidan is going to kill me if this is a habit. I’m going to kill me if I’ve already formed an unhealthy habit that involves having to see Chase daily.
Glancing down at my phone, I check the time. I could totally stay here. It’s not a major trigger. Can’t be. The worst that would happen is some nail chewing and possibly a few broken things. Nothing severe.
My skin starts to itch, and I fight the urge to scratch at it. My eyes close, and I try to play out a scene in my head. I need to write. I could control this scenario with a few typed words.