She wants me to respond. She needs it. And I hate making her feel like I ignored her.
But I need to focus on something else, so I do.
“Do you know if Tessa’s busy this weekend? I need to work on Saturday night and I’m going to have Nolan. I was hoping she’d babysit him for me.”
“I don’t know. She’s got a lot going on right now,” she states tensely, avoiding my eyes.
A lot going on? Tessa? Her summer plans consisted of tanning and chasing after Luke. But Mia seems uneasy all of a sudden, so I decide not to pry.
Her eyes return to mine and she smiles. “I can watch him for you if you want.”
“Yeah?” I ask, completely stunned by her offer. I shouldn’t be surprised at anything involving Mia, though. The girl seems to astonish me with each passing day. “You don’t have to do that. I can ask the old lady that lives a few houses down from me. She’s watched him before when no one else could.”
She smiles wider and cocks her head playfully. “Do you think Nolan would rather spend the evening with a princess that knows her way around a wooden sword, or an old, smelly lady that probably has an absurd amount of cats?”
“An absurd amount of cats?” I arch my brow at her, finding her thought process completely amusing.
She gives me a raised eyebrow in return. “Oh, I’m sure she has them. All old women become crazy cat ladies. My grandmother did. She had eleven roaming through her house.” She scrunches up her nose at the memory. “It smelled really bad in her house. You don’t want Nolan to make this face, do you, Ben?” She points to herself, trying to keep the unpleasant look going but cracking into a smile after a few seconds.
I chuckle. “No, I guess not. I’m sure he’d have more fun with you anyway.” She nods in agreement, smiling as if she really is looking forward to giving up her Saturday night to babysit. Could this woman get any more perfect? “I’ll owe you big time for this, so start thinking of ways I can repay you.”
She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and grabs the sunscreen off the chair next to her. “Oh, I already have a few ideas.” She’s staring right at me, and the heated look in her eyes is hitting me where I don’t need it to. “I think I’m burning. Would you mind?”
Fuuccckkk.
No. I don’t mind. Not in the slightest. I’m only a man. I’m not a god. I can’t say no to Mia when she’s staring up at me like she wants me to do more than just rub sunscreen on her. Because that’s exactly how she’s staring at me. Ask my cock.
I grab the lotion and clear my throat as she spins around in her chair, offering me her back.
This is a test. A test to see if I can handle touching Mia as a friend. Because friends apply sunscreen to each other, and can do it without it being sexual.
I begin applying the lotion onto the warm skin of her shoulders, feeling the goose bumps pop up against my touch. She drops her head and moans softly, causing my cock to twitch like a fucking traitor. But I ignore it, moving down to her back. She moans again, a bit louder this time as I lift the string of her bikini, making sure to cover the area before I put it back in place. I’m only being thorough. I’d hate for Mia to burn and be in any amount of pain.
Just being thorough.
“That feels so good. I forgot what your hands felt like on my body.”
Good God. I don’t want to react to that. This is like her text messages, only worse. I can’t hide behind the screen of my phone and jerk off with my free hand. And my cock is having difficulty not reacting.
I pretend like I don’t hear her and run my hands down her lower back, smearing the lotion on. She does that damn whimpering sound, and all the blood in my veins rushes straight to my dick.
That’s it. I have to get out of here.
I pick the bottle of sunscreen off the ground and drop it over her shoulder and into her lap.
“I gotta go. I’ll drop Nolan off around three on Saturday.”
I walk away from her with my hard on, thinking back to her last text message about being able to tuck it away, making it less obvious. I do just that with an agitated shake of my head.
“Oh, okay. See ya!” she yells out, but I don’t turn to look at her. I can’t.
Christ, the fucking sounds are filling my ears again, and I need a release.
I get in my truck, liking the distance my parking spot gives me from her, and pull out my painful hard on. I stroke it fast, keeping my grip tight to not prolong my climax. I need to do this and get the hell out of here before I fuck everything up.
“Aw, fuck.”
I think of her mouth wrapped around me, those full lips teasing the head and pressing softly to my shaft. She’d take me in all the way, I know she would. Her mouth can handle everything I give her and I won’t hold anything back. I’d grip her hair and thrust my hips into her eager mouth, and she’d suck me until her cheeks hollowed and her eyes watered.
“Oh, God. Yeah.”
She’d swallow because she’d know that I’d love it. She’d love it, too, because she’s my dirty girl. My filthy little angel that tells me her panties are soaked. And then she’d ride me, hard and fast, her perfect tits bouncing in my face. I’d suck on them until she screamed like she did the other night. I’d tell her that I’d be coming all over them
