Upon hearing the sound of the stool scraping again, I slam my door and lock it, backing away as the footsteps in the hallway grow louder.
They stop right outside my room and the doorknob rattles.
“Mia, come on. Just sit and eat some breakfast with me.”
I sit on the edge of my bed and begin crunching on a piece of bacon. “Can you not take a hint? I’m not interested in eating or doing anything with you.” I take another bite and hear some movement on the other side of the door.
He needs to leave. I really don’t want to spend the entire day cooped up in my bedroom. And there is no chance in hell that I am slipping into my bikini in front of him again. Not after the lustful way he looked at me in it yesterday. I can’t handle him looking at me like that again. Like he wants to eat me alive. Like he knows exactly what is underneath my bikini and exactly what to do with it.
“I’m persistent.”
I look up at the door, imagining him standing on the other side. “What?”
The sound of a throat clearing comes before he speaks. “I’m a persistent guy. If you ask me to leave, I’ll leave, but that’s not going to stop me from trying to be around you.”
Neither of us speaks for what feels like hours.
I don’t want to like the idea of being pursued by Ben. My brain wants to hit him with some sort of stalker charge while my vagina wants to put him on lockdown for the summer.
“So, do you want me to leave?” he asks, and I can hear the anxiety in his voice. As if he already knows the answer to his question but is praying, by some miracle, he’s way off.
“Yes,” I quickly reply, without any indecision. I know if I allow myself time to think it over, my desire for a Ben-style orgasm will overpower any and all rational thought.
He doesn’t say anything else before the sound of his footsteps fade into the distance.
After I hear the sliding glass door close, I fall back onto my bed.
Tessa had assured me that I wouldn’t have to see much of her brother when I planned this trip, but that guarantee seems to be a distant memory now. I could be waking up every morning to the smell of Ben cooking breakfast if he decided to show me just how persistent he could be. I’m afraid to admit that a part of me doesn’t hate the possibility of that type of wake up call.
And it has nothing to do with the bacon.
Ben
I’ve never jerked off this much in my life.
If my dick doesn’t fall off soon due to the rough treatment it’s been getting, I’ll be shocked. I can’t get her out of my head. Her lips. Her ass. Her fucking breasts. Every time I think I’m making progress, an image pops into my head or the memory of her noises fill my ears. Those fucking noises she made when I was inside her. When I licked her pussy. When I pulled her hair. I need to hear them again and I need to hear them soon. But she wants nothing to do with me. She hates me, and I can’t say I blame her. I was a complete shit to her when we were younger. I made fun of her a lot. All the time, actually. But all guys are dickheads at that age. She has to know that. I’m not that same guy anymore, and she’s definitely not that same girl.
And we fucking shared something, God damn it. She had to have felt it.
I had to see her yesterday, if only for a few minutes. I couldn’t sleep anyway, so I figured I’d make us both some breakfast. Mia used to eat breakfast with us all the time, so I knew what she liked. I thought I could at least enjoy her company for an hour while she sat and ate next to me, but no. Apparently, I was a bigger asshole to her than I remembered. The thought of her starving herself over some dumbass comment I made, infuriated me. She is holding on to a deeper hatred toward me than I realized. But her pushing me away isn’t going to stop me. I’m drawn to her, and not just because I want to be buried deep inside her at all times. It feels right being around her. Just fucking right. I want her. All of her. And I can be one relentless bastard when it comes to getting what I want. At least now, she is aware of that.
My phone beeps on my nightstand and I grab it with my free hand, taking the other off my dick. It’s a good thing, actually. I’m about to rub myself raw if I don’t get a fucking grip. Other than the one I’ve had for the last hour.
Luke: Everyone’s going down to Rocky Point today. You in?
Luke is my best friend and has been since we met in the Academy. I’d usually be all for going to Rocky Point for the day with him. But I’m exhausted from another sleepless night of sexual activity, this time self-inflicted.
Me: Pass. I’m fucking exhausted.
Luke: Are you sure? I hear there’s some hot piece of ass staying with your sister and they’ll both be there. You know anything about that?
Fuck sleep.
Me: I’ll meet you there. And don’t call her that again.
Well, now my mind is made up. It really didn’t take much persuasion on Luke’s part. Or any at all. Where Mia goes, I’m going.
I hop out of bed and begin rummaging through my drawers for my swim trunks. I don’t care that she most likely won’t want me there. I am fucking going.
My phone beeps again as I’m walking out the door to my truck.
Tessa: I must be delusional for giving you this information, or maybe
