Neither of us have said anything for a little while. The sound of our breathing keeps us perfectly occupied. I hold her against me as she lazily lays half of her body on me. I’ve tugged the sheet over her, but most of her stays uncovered. I don’t know if I like the sight of her round, pert little breasts more or just the sides of them as her chest presses against me. I do know the lines leading down her back have kept my vision mostly occupied as I follow every curve and line of her lower back down to the curve of her ass. It disappears under her green blanket, but I go right to her thigh, hitched over my hip where my hand lays, and cupping her leg as my thumb traces her skin.
Mia purrs slightly every few seconds and snuggles up closer to me as if she could get any closer. Where her hand lays on my pecs is searing, and her other is wrapped around my bicep like she could never let go. And I don’t think she wants to. I still don’t know what to make of this. How long can I actually go before things get beyond my understanding? It isn’t that I haven’t been in a relationship before or almost loved someone, it’s that this feeling is too much to try and place, too hard to try and understand, and too easy to mess up.
“Are you asleep?” Mia breaks the silence. I shift my head down only to see the top of her head. Her curls are artfully tangled and fuzzy, and when I press my chin to her, they tickle my cheeks and nose.
“No. Are you?” I joke.
She giggles, her body rustles next to me, and it brings certain parts of me back to the present moment. She moans under her breath as she stretches out and looks up at me, her chin resting on her hand on my chest. I get caught in the soft gaze of her brown eyes. Brighter than I’ve ever seen, wider… she is looking at me the same way, yet it feels different. Everything feels different right now.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
Her smile is slight, and she tugs at her bottom lip with her teeth before she answers me. “Yes. Why do you ask me like that?” The tone of her voice is soft, and I take a deep breath as I smile softly at her.
“Mia…”
She smiles, shakes her head kind of to herself before she kisses my sternum softly. Her lips are like feathers against me, but it doesn’t deter me from the question. I softly tug her away, cupping her cheek so she will look at me. Her brows feign a frown as she chews her lip nervously again.
“Alec, it isn’t that big a deal. I’m not going to start hanging pictures of you in my bedroom.”
I chuckle. “Why would you when I’m right down the hall?” I retort. She laughs with me, and I trace the curve of her cheek with my thumb. I don’t know how she is so perfect, and I don’t think I will ever know why I get to have her.
“I just don’t get it. You’re smart, funny, beautiful… damned sexy, too.” Her cheeks flush like it is unheard of, but I continue. “How did you… I guess why did you go this long without having sex?”
I don’t know how I could tell. Maybe it was just her apprehension at every turn, or maybe I’ve just slept around too much and can tell when someone doesn’t do it often or has never done it at all. I felt the passion—the desire in the way she touched me. But with it, I felt the uncertainty of what to do next, and I just knew. I didn’t get all worked up about it, thinking I was some holier than thou who got to deflower her or some shit like that, but I do know how much more it means than just having sex, than just adding something to our relationship—rocky as it may be.
I still worry about what will come of us beyond this. I have this weird complex about fucking shit up, and I’m starting to think it’s just because I know now that I almost messed up my parents’ entire marriage. It isn’t something I can even think about long enough to let it bother me, so I shove it aside and focus on the woman driving me as crazy as I want to be.
“Alec, I don’t know. I never thought about it. I guess when I was a teenager and everyone else was humping like bunnies, I was playing with real ones out in the garden. And in college, it wasn’t much different except I was just always in the lab or studying. I never… I haven’t met anyone that I’ve wanted to be with that way,” she adds with a whisper as she glances at me apprehensively. My lips tug at a wry smile as I take in her words. I don’t let it go to my head. I don’t want to change her mind or anything.
“Why do you feel like that with me? I’m nothing special, Mia.”
She licks her lips as she shifts up on the bed leaning on my chest as she comes to eye level with me. Her nimble fingers trace the end of my jaw, and she moves around to the curve of my lips.
“I don’t know. You are special to me, Alec. Maybe I just have a thing for sad, broken plants. You remind me of them.”
I smile at her. She giggles once sadly, but my smile fades shortly after. She still moves over straddling my waist as if that will distract me… well, maybe it does because she’s naked, but I still can’t keep from ignoring it.
“You want to fix me… but what if you can’t?” I lower my voice.
Mia holds my gaze for a sharp few seconds before she kisses me instead. She softly presses her lips to mine as her eyes close, and mine do the same as I press against her harder. The way her lips just fit perfectly between mine is too hard to ignore. It’s too good to pretend that it isn’t everything. My tongue flicks against her lips, hot and still swollen from before and glides against hers. The little moan she lets out drifts into a sigh as her body collapses onto me, the weight of her dropping us lower into the bed. My hands glide from her thighs up to her back and waist as I hold her tighter. My breath catches as I inhale, separating for a second before colliding with her again when she draws her fingers through my hair and grazes my scalp. I move my hands back to her rounded ass, the flesh so soft it just disappears under my rough hands. And the kiss grows stronger with our breaths mingling together. My cock hardens to full mast underneath her, and she wiggles down my body to press her sex just over me. I find my hand on her seeing how wet she is for me already. It makes my fingers glide easily through her puckered folds, resting on her throbbing clit. She moans ever so softly, and it makes me that much harder and makes me throb even more.
When Mia pulls away from me, I feel like I lost something. “I don’t care, Alec. I’m willing to take the risk. With you. With everything. Because you… I…” Her breath is fast as she trails off and turns her head instead forgetting about finding the right words. My eyes find hers before our lips are together again, and she timidly inches closer to my cock.
I cup her face with one hand, the other grasping my cock as I hiss and edge toward her. Her lips hover over mine, her shudders growing as she sinks inside of me. I know the angle is different for her, more to take on at once, so we go as slow as possible. She gets closer each time, with each roll of her legs and dip of her hips until I’m fully inside of her, and the pleasure is almost too much to take.
It blinds me until I only see her everywhere. I kiss her hard and fast as she rolls her hips over me softly, more and more. She lets her body take over, inexperience be damned as she submits to the pleasure. Her walls throb around me, clenching me so tight I wonder how I fit so deep inside of her over and over. I rub her clit to get her even wetter and closer to the edge because I don’t think I can last much longer being inside her.
She pulls her lips from mine and sits up to bare herself to me. I follow our bodies from where we meet, her bare apex gliding over my dark, trimmed hair up to her soft, rounded stomach clenching with every moment. Her breasts are the perfect size, fit easily in my hands, and droop with a slight curve. I hold them in my hands pinching both her nipples at once to make her cry out. If I could hear that sound all day every day, I wouldn’t be mad, ever. And I hold her as I watch her head loll back, some of her curls dropping over her shoulder, the rest probably cascading down her back, and I realize I want to see it that way. So, I still her hips, and she pouts slightly. I grin slightly to reassure her.
“Turn around, sweetheart,” I ask. Her cheeks darken, she bites her lip, and I help her maneuver herself around.
My hand
s graze the rounded, soft flesh of her ass before I tug her back, and she sinks back down onto me. She sighs as she starts to move, and her head drops back to where her hair sways against the smooth skin of her back. Her dark curls contrast against her pale skin. Her hands steady on my hips behind her as she rocks over me, my thrusts starting to meet her every time.
I groan, clenching my jaw as I close my eyes to absorb the insane feeling of her before I open them just because I have to watch.
“Alec… Alec.” She groans, her moan catches in her throat as she starts to tremble, and I know she is close.
My hands explore her body stopping to tease her nipples as I feel her coming around me. I sit up then just wanting to hold her close. She grinds against me as I control my thrusts. One hand on her breast, the other rubbing her clit so she can get off again as I do. Her hands cover mine, and she leans back onto my chest. I kiss her hard and deep, our tongues laving in a wild way as I chase my orgasm.
She clenches again, her mouth going slack against me as she comes again, and I implode in on myself as my orgasm is so strong, it’s blinding. I feel it in my spine and toes as I empty myself inside of her. Shuddering, unable to catch my breath, we hold each other until we collapse onto the bed tangled up in one another.
It’s hard to get out of bed, but we manage. For the sake of no self-control around her, I shower in my bathroom and she in hers. But we meet again in the kitchen, and I’m so fucking glad we live together. Maybe it’s backward, but I don’t care. I just get to see her all the time.
“I have a chicken dumpling soup craving,” she explains as she rapidly grabs stuff from the fridge. I reach in behind her to grab a Shiner.
She turns to meet my smile. “Is that your thing?” I grin, popping open the beer.
“What?”
I take a long swig and lean on the counter watching her move around in her barely there, blue cotton dress. Her hair is wet, her nipples poking through… maybe this isn’t such a good idea.
“You know, after people are intimate, they crave stuff sometimes.” I chuckle. She makes a face as she shakes her head.
“I don’t think that’s true, but even if it was, no. I got this at the store before I came home to find that… male model in my driveway.”
I laugh before I take another sip. “That’s my brother, you know.”
She arches a brow at me. “Yes, obviously beauty runs in the family. How many are there of you?”
“You say that like we’re a cult.”
“Of impeccable jawlines, maybe.”
I laugh. Her laugh is sweet as she starts chopping stuff.
“I have nine brothers,” I answer softly.
She stays silent for a while until she starts something in the pot, and I finish my beer.
“So, is family still a ‘no’ subject for you?”
“It never was.”
She frowns.
“Okay, fair enough. But I guess not.” I sigh.
Mia starts everything and then meets me at the counter. She leans on me wrapping her arms around my waist. I might as well not be wearing a shirt, all I feel is her against me and my thin flannel pants.
“Are you the black sheep or something like that?” Her eyes widen, and they’re hard to deny.
“Sort of.” I reflect at how accurate it just may be. I don’t know if I can tell her yet. I still don’t know what to do about it myself, so I don’t want to include her in all this uncertainty. I hope it can be enough for now. “I wasn’t always. Just recently.”
“When you came here?”
“Yeah.” I scratch my jaw, mentally noting I need to shave just to distract myself.
“But… you still talk to them? Why did your brother show up here? Holden?”
I nod. “Because he’s just like that, always has been. I do talk to them. Most of them.” I shrug.
“Okay.” She twists her lip as she thinks. Then she smiles at me softly. “Can I meet them one day? Um… I guess if we’re serious…” she adds nervously.
I hold her shoulders. “Yeah, we are. And… yeah. One day.” I think of Brant for some reason and how he is touring right now.
“What’s that look for?” she asks.
“Nothing. Just thinking of my brother, Brant. He’s the oldest.”
“Oh. And what does he look like?” She laughs.
I grin at her effortless cuteness. “Um. Like all of us. I don’t know, you might know him.”
“How?”
“He’s uh… that alternative rock singer. Brant. But he left Wilde off so the rest of us wouldn’t get followed around by the paps. Surprised it lasted this long.”
Mia erupts in laughter as she shifts away. “Seriously? I mean, I don’t particularly listen to it, but Haley does. She talks about him sometimes. I work with her,” she explains.
“Yeah, well. That’s my brother.” I feel my cheeks heat. I don’t know what I’d do if his millions of followers could know who I was. Just an ordinary engineer being followed in hopes of getting to him.
“Whoa. Well, I’d love to meet all of them.”
“I’m sure they would like you.” I briefly think of the future where everything works out, and Mia can be in my life. That would be… it’s an image I want to hold onto.
Once the soup is done, we eat in the living room, her partially on my lap on the couch as we watch some trash TV. It’s comfortable, we don’t have to try to be at ease around each other.
“Um, Alec.” Mia waits until I’m almost dozing off.
“Hmm,” I gruff.
“I told my parents I would come home for Thanksgiving… you know how you came to the wedding because it would be easier for me?”
I open my eyes to look at her. With her little nose scrunched up in frustration, and I know whatever she asks of me, I’ll do.
“Yeah.”
“Will you… come with me? It would just be for the actual day. And it’s catered so no mishaps or anything can happen. Neither of my parents cook,” she rambles.
“You don’t have to convince me, Mia. I’ll go.” I smile, holding her hand in mine.
“Really?” Her eyes widen and light up.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I’d do anything you asked me to.”
She bites her lip as she smiles, her cheeks flushing as she grins. I smile back at her, and she hugs me tightly around my shoulders. I hold her tightly inhaling her sweet lilac scent and melting into her softness against me.
If this is how it can always be, I don’t ever want to let her go.
20
Mia
I hate this.
Mostly I hate how I truly love the holidays, and not just for the business it brings to the shop or the pumpkin spice flavored everything—but for how it brings everyone together. Everyone except my family. I still only go every year for the false hope that one day things will be better, that my mother won’t make me cringe, and that my dad won’t inadvertently make me feel small.
It never works.
But still, I pack my day bag and drive down there every year. Only this year it’s different because of Alec.
Alec.
I now understand why people rave about sex the way they do. Only if they had Alec, they would probably lose their minds because I have. That first time… my first time… I can still feel it even with all the others from the past week mixed in. We get home from work and have dinner acting like we can’t wait to be all over each other when really, it’s all we think about. So, every night and morning we wake up in my bed and end up almost late for work because it’s just too good not to do it all over again.
It’s just the way he touches me… holds me and even looks at me. My pleasure always comes first, but it isn’t just that. It’s his impeccable skill and wandering hands that make me crazy. Every part of me is always on fire around him. I ignore all the technical stuff because I’m still getting more out of him than I have before.
I know whatever is going on with his family is very personal to him. I just wish h
e would trust me enough to tell me. I wish he understood how much I care about him.
It’s more than like or infatuation, but I know it isn’t the big ‘L’ word. Just as I know one day, it just might be. He easily volunteered to meet my insane parents, and he does other subtle, sweet things that tell me he really does care about me too.
Every day at work Haley grills me for more information. She always knew I was a virgin, so I think she is more excited about all of it than I am. Even still, she gets every little detail she asks for and helps me process a lot of stuff—like not going crazy over Alec still saying the bare minimum about his family and being disappointed I don’t have any of his brothers’ contact info to give her. I can’t blame her if they’re all like Alec and Holden… wow.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” Alec corners me in the living room. I just finished packing my bag, and we’re about to leave for my parents early as fuck in the morning. I just don’t want to spend the night, so the few hours’ drive is worth it.
“Oh, just checking the plants. Are you ready?” I turn to find him very, in fact, ready for anything.
His dark jeans are fitted outlining enough of him to drive me crazy and one particular part that can literally make me squeal. The dark brown color of his t-shirt brings out the milky darkness of his eyes, and his leather jacket completes the ‘absolutely fuckable’ look he naturally has.
“You look nice.”
“Just nice?” He ticks his brow up almost disappearing under his hair that hangs over his brows sometimes. Alec is more carefree than when I first met him. I notice he has this slight, boyish charm that adds to his secretive personality.
“Yes.” I giggle.
He chuckles crossing the space to surround me with his fresh cologne and soft masculine scent.
“Well, I think you look beautiful.” His eyes pass over me making me blush. I look down at my ordinary frame, in my light crimson dress that cinches up in the back and flows around my knees. I still wear flats like I’m in junior high, but heels just aren’t my thing, and I won’t force myself to suffer in them for anyone.
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