Me: It’s really fucking hot when a girl swallows. But yes, the act itself is enough to make most guys not care one way or the other.
Not a big deal. I was perfectly capable of handling anything she threw at me. Or so I thought.
Mia: I was so unbelievably horny today. Guys are lucky. They can just tuck their erections away and go on about their day like they aren’t sporting wood. Girls can’t do that. I had to change my panties twice before lunch.
That does it. I wave my white flag in surrender. I don’t give her a response to that, not by text message anyway. No, my response is in the form of me pulling up to my parents’ house like a complete dick.
I need to see her, especially after that last text. I should be seeing her to tell her in person that she can’t keep sending me messages like that. But the second her body comes into view, lounging on a chair next to the pool, every thought is wiped from my brain. I suddenly can’t remember why I am here, but that doesn’t stop me from walking around the pool and directly toward her like a man possessed.
Her eyes are closed so she doesn’t see me coming. And then she opens her mouth and begins singing along to the song that is playing through her ear buds. I recognize “Crash My Party” by Luke Bryan instantly.
It’s an all right song, but hearing Mia sing it makes me really like it.
I stand in front of her, even more enthralled by the sight of her than I usually am as she stays completely oblivious to my presence. My girl can sing. Her voice is as beautiful as she is, and she’s belting the tune out and tapping her feet on her beach towel as I enjoy the show.
She hums the final notes of the song before her eyes finally open, meeting the smile that’s been plastered on my face since she got in my sight.
“Ben! Jesus Christ!” she yells, sitting up and placing her hand on her heaving chest. Her other hand pulls out her ear buds and discards them in her lap. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough,” I reply, thinking back to the night at the bar when I used the same words on her.
Her cheeks react the same way they did that night, the slight flush that causes her gaze to wander from mine temporarily until she regains her composure. But she doesn’t have to hide her reaction to me. I like when I knock her off balance. And right now, I can’t stop looking at her.
She’s all dark hair, slightly tanned skin, and big brown eyes that regard me with curiosity after she collects herself.
“I, uh, didn’t know you were stopping by today. Are you here to see Tessa because she ran out for a bit.”
For the first time since Mia’s arrival in Ruxton, I wish we weren’t alone. I wish my sister was sitting out here by the pool. I can’t be weak right now, and being alone with Mia in the insanely small bikini she is wearing is making me weak.
No, fuck that. I can do this. I focus on her eyes. Only her eyes.
“I think it’s a safe assumption to make that if I ever stop over here while you’re in town, I’m not here to see my sister.”
Her lips part slightly as she absorbs my words. Does she really not know that I’m here to see her?
I glance down at the neglected book in her lap. “What are you reading?”
Her eyes follow mine and her fingers graze the cover. “Oh, um The Giving Tree. I haven’t read it since I was little, but I can’t really get into it.” She peeks up at me slowly, taking her time to reach my face. “You didn’t respond to my text.”
My breath hitches in my throat uncomfortably. I reach up and rub my neck, suddenly feeling like a shitty friend. But fuck! What the hell kind of response was she expecting out of me? The memory of that text and of her wet pussy has me contemplating nailing her to the lounge chair she’s reclining on. Leave it to Mia to cut the shit and just straight up call me out on my neglectfulness. Because if we are friends, why wouldn’t I have responded to her? It won’t surprise me if her next move is to read the damn message to me out loud and prompt a reply from me that way. And I can’t have that happen. There’s no way in hell I’d be able to restrain myself if she actually voiced that message. But I gotta give that daunting stare of hers something. She’ll never let this go. I know her too well to try and change the subject. So a lie will have to do.
I stuff my hands into my pockets and try to seem unfazed by this. But I’m definitely fucking fazed. “I was really busy this afternoon. Luke and I got called to this domestic violence dispute and it was really intense. I’m sorry. I actually forgot about your text until just now.”
I didn’t. I could never forget about that text.
“Oh, okay.” She begins chewing on the inside of her cheek, her eyes flicking away from mine to the pool. She seems hesitant all of a sudden. The confident girl that was just singing her heart out and ballsy enough to bring this topic up is nowhere in sight. Until I see it, something spreading over her, causing her back to straighten and her eyes to narrow in on mine with a thundering intensity that I’ve never seen before. “You’re going to respond to it, right?”
Fuck. Me.
“I will,” I promise without a single thought.
Christ, this woman has the ability to unhinge me like no other. I need to get the subject off that text. I’m going to
