by J. Daniels
Me: Little knight is down for the count. Slaying thirty seven dragons takes a lot out of a three-year-old.
I turn off the Mike the Knight DVD that is still playing and change the channel to something I am interested in. My phone beeps as I lie back on the sofa, but it isn’t a text from the person I am dying to talk to, and see for that matter. This is the first time I grunt at the sight of this particular name on my screen.
Tessa: I haven’t told him yet and I don’t know if I’m going to. What if he freaks out and ends it? What if he wants me to abort the baby? I’d never do that, but isn’t it his decision as much as mine? We’ve had sex three times since I got over here and I don’t even know if that’s good for my current situation.
Me: First of all, why isn’t he at work with Ben? Secondly, you freaking out is definitely not good for the baby, so calm down please. And third, do you really think Luke is the type of guy to ditch his pregnant girlfriend? I’ve only been around him a few times and I know he isn’t like that.
Tessa: I’m not his girlfriend! I don’t know what the hell I am, but he’s never labeled me as that. Fuck buddy seems more appropriate.
Tessa: Ben is riding solo tonight. They don’t always patrol together.
I chuckle and prop a pillow under my head.
Me: Just grow a pair and tell him. And I say that in my best Tessa style voice because you know that’s exactly what you’d be saying to me. :)
Tessa: Speaking of growing a pair . . .
Me: Shut up.
Tessa: Just saying, bitch.
I know exactly what she is getting at.
Grow a pair. Please. I told Ben that I’m in danger of causing permanent damage to my hand from excessive masturbation, and I need to grow a pair?
I turn onto my side and tuck one hand underneath my head. My phone beeps again and this time, I can’t contain the smile that spreads across my face.
Ben: I can’t wait to hear all about it. See ya in a few hours.
I look at the time on my phone. Three hours and forty-three minutes to be exact.
Not that I’m counting.
“Mia? Mia, hey, wake up.”
“Hmm?” My eyes slowly open and Ben’s face comes into view. “Oh, hey. Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” I roll over onto my back and stretch my arms over my head, seeing Ben’s eyes drop to my body and widen before he quickly turns away from me. And I mean quickly, as in, he can’t get me out of his sight fast enough. I furrow my brows. “What? What is it?”
He clears his throat as I sit up, still completely oblivious to whatever it is that’s making him react to me this way. He stays facing the kitchen, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “You might want to put something on. Your . . . breasts are really noticeable in that top.”
Breasts? Oh, how formal.
I glance down quickly, seeing my erect nipples poking through my sheer tank. But I’m not embarrassed at all. I’m irritated. Really irritated all of a sudden.
My boobs are making him uncomfortable? Well, that’s just great.
I stand up with a clenched jaw and walk past him, grabbing the hoodie I had taken off earlier and slipping it over my head. “Christ, Ben. You act like you haven’t seen them before, or sucked them for that matter.” I snap my head in his direction and see the shock on his face. “They’re just tits.”
“They’re your tits,” he states, his expression toughening and his voice edgy.
The sight of my chest weeks ago would’ve provoked an entirely different reaction out of him. Now he’s desensitized to it. Awesome.
I ignore the stare he is giving me and refuse to let go of my annoyance. This is maddening. “And my tits make you uncomfortable. But I guess they should, considering how friendly you and I have become.” I grab Nolan’s books and shove them into his duffle bag.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he asks, but I ignore him. I’m too focused on getting his shit together so he can leave.
“Here. He was great. Didn’t give me a bit of trouble.” I thrust the duffle bag into his chest, stalking past him and grabbing my phone. “My tits and I are going to bed before we freak you out even more.”
I don’t turn back around as I walk toward my bedroom. I don’t want to see if my words affect him, especially since my body apparently doesn’t anymore. What the fuck? My boobs, that he couldn’t get enough of weeks ago, are now being held hostage in his stupid friend zone against their will. And they are not happy about it one bit.
Join the club.
I rip my hoodie off and throw it in the corner of my room with a grunt.
I’m annoyed, hurt, and really horny. Three emotions that are pissing me off at the moment. I grab my phone to respond to Tessa’s last text message.
Me: Your brother infuriates me! I’m turned on, pissed off, and sick of this stupid friend zone. I can’t be friends with someone that brings me to orgasm in my dreams every night. And I’m tired of getting off on the memory of Ben. Oh, and your get naked idea wouldn’t have worked. My tits were just on display for him and he acted offended by them.
I press send and throw my phone down, reaching up and undoing the hair tie that is securing my hair in a loose bun. Just as my hair falls down my back, my bedroom door swings open and Ben stands in the doorway with that blazing look of his that leaves scorch marks on my skin. But right now, it doesn’t have that effect on me. Right now, it makes me want to punch him right in the throat.
“I’m really not in the mood to talk right now.”
He steps into the room and closes the door behind him. “Did you mean what you just sent me?”
I furrow my brow into a tight line. “What are you talking about? What do you mean what I just sent you?” I stand up off the bed and glare at him.
I’m still mad, pissed even, but now I’m confused as hell.
And then I see it, the cell phone he’s gripping, and a panic surges through my system. My legs feel weak underneath me and my chest feels so tight it’s as if I’m breathing through a straw.
I grab my phone and scroll to the text that I thought I sent to Tessa. But I didn’t send it to Tessa.
I lift my eyes and watch as Ben reaches behind him and locks the door, never taking his bright eyes off me. I toss my phone back onto the bed and take a deep breath before responding.
“Yes. I meant it.” My answer is firm and definite. This is not the time to half-ass anything. He’s giving me an opportunity and I’m taking it.
He smiles that cocky grin that drives me insane. “Do you want me, baby?”
I nod.
“No, I need to hear you say it. I’ll give you whatever you want, Mia. But I won’t risk misinterpreting what I’ve just read. Tell me exactly what you want.” He stops right in front of me, keeping his body inches from mine. He’s so close to me right now it’s almost unbearable.
I know exactly what I want. Him. And I’m not above being forward with him right now. I understand his hesitation. He doesn’t want to take this somewhere and not be positive that I want to go with him. But he doesn’t know I’d follow him anywhere. Anywhere.
I blink heavily before eliminating all space between us, pressing my body against his. He doesn’t tense at all, but he doesn’t wrap his arms around me either. “I don’t want to be just friends. I don’t think I ever did.” I press my hand to his chest, flattening against his heartbeat and feeling his reaction to me. “I want you, Ben. All of you. Your hands, your mouth, your . . .” I look down, pausing for the courage I need.
“Say it,” he growls. God, I love the authority in his voice.
I don’t hesitate at his command. Looking into his eyes, I say exactly what I want with the certainty he needs. “Cock. I’ve thought of you touching me constantly since we were together that first night. It’s all I’ve thought about.”
His hands come up and he cups my face. “I won’t be able to hold back.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“It’s going to be really fucking in
tense. I don’t think I can be gentle with you right now. It’s been too damn long since I’ve had my hands on you and I’m about to start ripping shit apart.”
A small laugh rumbles in my throat. He is just as frustrated as I am.
Thank you, Jesus.
I tease the buttons of his uniform, feeling his muscles clench underneath my fingers. “I don’t want gentle right now. I want you to take me.”
He nods firmly, understanding exactly what I need. He keeps one hand on my face but brings the other around my neck, gripping it with that possessive hunger of his that riles me up like nothing else. “I was trying to be good, baby. I wanted you to see that I’m not that same guy you once knew. I’ll never be that guy. I’ll never hurt you, Mia, and I’ll fucking kill anyone that does. But this is it. Once I have you again, I’m not letting you go. So you better be damn sure this is what you want, because there’s no going back after this.”
I snake my hands around his neck, brushing over his hammering pulse. “Good.” I tilt my head up and press my lips softly against his. “Fuck me, Ben. Show me that I’m yours.” My words blow against his mouth, and they’re the only coaxing he needs.
My heart is his and right now, I want him to claim my body.
“FUCK ME, BEN. Show me that I’m yours.”
When those words escape her perfect mouth, I feel my entire body surge with power. My adrenaline spikes and the commanding need I have for Mia, that I’d dulled out with friendship, comes screaming back to life inside me. There was never any doubt in my mind who she belonged to. And after tonight, there will never be any doubt in hers either.
“If I’m too rough with you, you need to tell me,” I say against her lips, backing her body up to the bed.
I’m so geared up right now, so tightly wound that I know the only way I’ll be able to hold back is if she can’t handle it. I’m feeling speedy, like a racehorse that’s been let out of the gate, and I need her to be honest with me. I’ve never felt out of control before, but Mia has the ability to make me lose my shit completely.
“Baby, promise me you’ll tell me if I hurt you.” I push her down onto the bed, grabbing her legs and spreading them wide as I settle in between them.
She stares up at me with nothing but trust in her eyes. I’m certain with the look she’s giving me, I can do anything to her right now and she won’t waver.
She pulls her top over her head before saying, “I will, but I won’t have to. I want this just as bad as you do. Please don’t hold back, Ben. I’m not fragile.”
No, she isn’t. I have to remind myself that this isn’t the same Mia that used to be afraid of cliff diving at Rocky Point.
I’ve met my match in this woman, both in and out of the bedroom.
She begins working at her shorts when I stop her, batting her hands away. “Those are mine to take off.” I pull them down with her panties, tossing them somewhere behind me. She’s naked, completely bare to me, and I almost forget how to fucking breathe. I take a moment to stare at her, appreciating every dip and curve of her body. Her hands drum the sheet at her sides as she allows me to have my moment. I raise my gaze to her face and she wets her lips. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. And you have no idea, do you? You have no clue how stunning you are.” I make quick work of my shirt, unbuttoning it halfway and pulling it over my head to get on with it.
Mia laughs softly below me, stretching her body out on the bed. “I thought you said you weren’t going to be gentle with me? I don’t want sweet, romantic, Benjamin Kelly right now.”
I cock my head at her and she smiles. “You’ll take what I give you.” I pull my belt off and drop my pants and boxers, stepping out of both. “I can fuck you and tell you how crazy I am about you. I’m very capable of making you scream and worshipping you at the same time.” I am about to spread my body on top of hers when she sits up unexpectedly and grabs my cock. Her eyes are blazing, filled with a stark need. I groan deep in my throat and stop her hand from moving. “Fuck, baby. I know you want to play right now, but I’m too damn wound up for that. I’m not coming in your hand, and if you touch me anymore, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
She arches her brow at me. So playful, yet seductive at the same time. “I was hoping you’d come in my mouth.”
Ah hell. My dirty little angel never ceases to amaze me.
I stroke along her bottom lip with my thumb. “Baby, soon, very soon I will fuck this pretty little mouth. But right now, I need to be inside you. I need to feel you around me.”
And then my world collapses in on itself.
Fucking motherfucker. I squeeze my eyes tight and step back out of her needy grasp.
“What is it?”
What the fuck? I run my hands down my face and curse under my breath. “I was not at all anticipating this happening between us for a while. I honestly thought it would take a lot longer for you to see that I’m not a complete dickhead anymore, and let me anywhere near your body.” I drop my hands and meet her puzzled face. She has no idea what I am getting at. “I don’t have any condoms with me. And I’m not searching the house for them because that’s just fucking weird. Please tell me you have some.”
Her face falls in disappointment. “No, I don’t. You don’t have any in your truck?”
Her optimism is adorable.
I shake my head and rake my hand through my hair roughly. “No. Nolan likes to snoop around in there and I’m always afraid he’s going to find one and think it’s a damn balloon or something.”
She giggles and pulls her knees up to her chest.
I’m about to tell her that we don’t have to have sex tonight, that I’d be completely content with just holding her, because I would, when suddenly she drops the playful demeanor and looks at me with a fierce passion.
“You know I’ve only been with you,” she says, her voice dropping to a soft purring sound. “And I’m on birth control, so there wouldn’t be any risk of me getting pregnant. So as long as you’re clean, I don’t see why this is a problem.”
I just died. This has to be what heaven is like. Dirty little angels floating around, tempting you with barrier free sex. Is there any man on the planet that could actually say no to this?
I inhale deeply, trying to calm my painful erection that is all for driving into her wet heat without being wrapped up. “I’m clean.” And I apparently don’t need that much convincing. “I’ve never done it without a condom. Nolan resulted from one that had a tear in it.” I step closer to her and she scoots back on the bed, reaching out for me with an eager hand.
“So I’ll be your first this way? I love that.”
I move toward the bed, getting up on my knees as she relaxes back onto a pillow. “Are you sure though? Baby, I could just eat your pussy for a good hour, maybe several and be fucking perfect with that. There’s no need to rush this.”
“But there is.” She grabs my hand, and I take her other one so that both our hands are linked together. I’m kneeling between her legs, staring down into those chocolate brown eyes that hold me by the balls and could make me do practically anything right now. “We don’t have forever, Ben. I’m only here for the summer. I have two months left to be with you and I don’t want to waste another second not being with you the way I want to be. I love that you gave me time to get to know who you are now and I wouldn’t take that back. But I don’t need any more time. I just need you.” She spreads her legs, dropping them on either side of mine. “You’re the only man that’s ever had me. Take what’s yours.”
This is heaven. It has to be. And we’ll talk about this whole forever thing later. There is no way in hell I’m ending this with her at the end of the summer. I don’t care how much distance there’ll be between us.
“I don’t know what the hell I did to ever deserve you, but you’ll never take another breath without knowing how special you are to me.” I bend down and bring my mouth to hers, needing to feel her breath in me. Needing to swallow her sounds.
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nbsp; She opens up and my tongue slides across hers, stroking deep into her mouth as she grips my neck with one hand and my shoulder with the other. I break the contact because I need more of her. I’ve gone almost four weeks without her taste and I want it running through me. I need it coursing through my system.
I scoot my body down on the bed and settle between her legs. She opens up with a soft sigh.
“You want it, don’t you? You want my tongue to make you beg before my cock does.”
Her hand grabs my head and she pushes me down as her response. I grin against her clit before flicking it with my tongue. She arches her hips up to meet every stroke.
Fuck, the way she tastes. Some pussies just taste better than others, and Mia’s pussy is sinful. Addicting.
She pulses against my tongue as I run up her length, lingering on her clit before pulling it into my mouth.
“Oh God, Ben.”
I suck hard, then harder, needing her orgasm more than I need to breathe. Getting her off gets me off, and Mia is so responsive that it’s hard not to come along with her when she does it so perfectly. My eyes run up her body, over her tits that will be getting my attention very soon, and our eyes lock. I knew she’d be watching me. Her hand tightens in my hair as I move in quick circles. She whispers my name, moaning and barely making any sense as her orgasm builds rapidly. She begs me over and over not to stop. That she’s right there. That she’s so close. She pins me between her legs, unraveling against me as I grip her thighs and consume all of her. And then she finally relaxes her body, her legs dropping to the sides in complete exhaustion as my angel comes back to earth.
“So, so good. I love your mouth. I mean, really. I love your cock too, but your mouth?” She sighs heavily as I crawl up her body, kissing every inch of her. “It really should come with some sort of warning label.”
“Mmm, and what would it say? Multiple orgasms await you if you put this between your legs?” I suck her left nipple into my mouth, pulling another low groan out of her. Releasing it with a smirk, I drop my head between her tits and inhale her scent. That berries and cream scent that completely wrecks me. “I love how you smell. Especially right here.” I inhale again and growl against her, feeling her squirm beneath me. I glance up at her with a warning. “Don’t you dare try to hurry me along. Next to that gorgeous view between your legs, this is where I’d want to die. Right here.” I plant a kiss to her cleavage before moving up her body.