Pieces of Summer (A stand-alone novel)(43)

What the hell am I doing?





Chapter 27


CHASE



Mika’s couch is great, but I’m sick of sleeping on it. No way am I sleeping in her dad’s room. No way am I sleeping in Aidan’s room either. I miss the days we’d curl up on a blanket in the sunroom and sleep the night away.

The floor wouldn’t be as nice to my adult body as it was my teenage one, but just the thought of holding her in that room…

So much for closure. I feel like I’m sinking all over again. I don’t even know why I bother fighting it anymore. Mika isn’t ready to give up the fight though. Can’t say I blame her.

It’s early as f*ck and I’m wide awake with the boner from hell. Mika spent the night hugging me like she hasn’t had affection in years, and I spent the night in pain. As much as I love her touching me like she’s missed the feeling, the fact she’s not pushing for more is painful, considering my dick refuses to understand she just wants to be friends.

Reaching over, I grab some of her girly lotion from the small table, and decide to take matters into my own hands. Maybe I can get some more sleep and get rid of the urge to hump the f*cking couch like a horny teenager.

After checking the room, I push my boxers off, and close my lotion-covered hand over my cock, pumping up and down and imagining it’s Mika riding me the way she used to.

Only I imagine her now, with her curves and long hair.

With each pump of my hand, I picture the way her eyelids would grow heavy and the way her lips would part to breathe my name. And her green eyes… She’d always stare directly into my eyes as I came, and then she’d work for her own release, because I had no f*cking clue what I was doing back then.

Her mouth… Fuck I loved her mouth. She was my first everything—first kiss, first blowjob, first hand job, first f*ck… Only love. And I stared into those green eyes every time I could keep my own eyes open.

Those green eyes that are staring at me right f*cking now and wide with horror as I continue pumping my cock. When the hell did she come in here?

Mika is standing at the end of the couch, and her eyes run up the length of my body as my hand stills. Her hair is ruffled from sleep, her face is f*cking beautiful without any makeup, and her lips are parted just like they were in my mind.

Since I’m already caught, I start moving my hand again, watching her as she watches me. She moves closer as I pump harder, and her throat bobs as she watches like she can’t look away.

“Feel free to take over,” I whisper to her, groaning when she bites down on her bottom lip like she’s thinking it over.

My speed slows, because I’m seconds from blowing. Mika steps so close to me that I can touch her if I try, and I take in the long T-shirt she’s wearing, imagining there aren’t any panties on under it.

“Can I?” she whispers, and I start wondering if I’m f*cking 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 f*cking 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, f*cking 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.