Pieces of Summer(25)

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 fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fuck… 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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, fucking 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.

“Three years ago... First day of summer.”

A sad but beautiful expression crosses her face, and she looks up to meet my eyes. “I have one on my back.”

My smile grows, but her lips thin.

“Let me see it.”

“Maybe I will, but not right now. It’s four in the morning,” she states like she’s amused.

“And you just jacked me off at four in the morning after giving me friend speeches all night. The least you can do is show me your eagle tat.”

She struggles to not smile, but she slides off me instead.

“I think you’ve gotten enough tonight. Maybe tomorrow I’ll show you mine… Tattoo that is.”

She winks at me before walking away, and I wait until she disappears to pinch myself pretty fucking hard. When a shot of pain shoots up my arm, I decide I’m definitely awake and Mika just had her sweet little hands all over my dick.

Summer sucks less by the day.





Chapter 28



MIKA



I’ve been around Aidan and Hunter for longer than four days and it was never an issue. Three and four. Four and three. Never an issue with them.

It’s not a habit.

Maybe it won’t be a habit for Chase either, even though I’m already chewing my thumbnail and waiting for him to call to let me know if he’s coming over tonight or not. Technically I saw him today. I saw him at four in the morning when I woke up from a really good dream and stepped into what I thought was another really good dream.

Turns out it was real, and I lost control. It felt good to lose control. I felt like the old me just doing what I wanted to without worrying about the consequences.

Screw it. I can just go to his tattoo parlor and find out if I’m seeing him later or not, and that will solve my undeniable need to see him for the day. Shit. Shit. Shit. Not good. Aidan is going to kill me if this is a habit. I’m going to kill me if I’ve already formed an unhealthy habit that involves having to see Chase daily.

Glancing down at my phone, I check the time. I could totally stay here. It’s not a major trigger. Can’t be. The worst that would happen is some nail chewing and possibly a few broken things. Nothing severe.

My skin starts to itch, and I fight the urge to scratch at it. My eyes close, and I try to play out a scene in my head. I need to write. I could control this scenario with a few typed words.

Grabbing my keys, I decide there’s nothing I want broken in this house. The itch is getting too strong, and the skin-crawling effect is not on my favorites’ list. I head out to my car to sate the annoying piece of my mind that refuses to agree I’ve already seen Chase today.

It doesn’t take long to reach town, but the tattoo parlor is packed with cars. I debate going in, but finally talk myself into it.

As soon as I enter, two pairs of eyes swing to me, as Chase continues buzzing away in the front room on a girl’s shoulder. There are two other men in here, so I assume those other cars must belong to the garage next door and ran out of parking space.

The itch immediately dies, and a sense of calm washes over me, shoving the irrational piece of my mind back into the corner as the world tilts back upright once again.

“You’ll need an appointment,” Chase says without looking up.

I notice his receptionist is missing, so I step in behind the counter and take a seat in her spot, just watching him as he pays incredibly close attention to what he’s doing. Just as he finishes, he looks up at me and glances away. But then his eyes immediately dart back to mine, and a slow smile spreads across his lips.

“Miss me?”

“You did leave without saying anything,” I quip, sighing dramatically.

He doesn’t have to know I’m crazy just yet. The crazy is back in a locked box at the moment.

One of the guys in the shop snorts, while the other guy winks at me. The girl in his chair, however, looks back and forth between us like she’s confused.

“Thought you just got single,” she tells him.

Jealousy really does taste like shit. In case you’re wondering.

Chase ignores her as he stands and makes his way to me, and I stand up while coming around the side of the receptionist desk. When he reaches me, he surprises me by pulling me to him and kissing me in front of everyone like he’s making a statement… or laying claim.

A couple of whistles sound out, and Chase pulls away while winking.

“Trust me. You needed that if you wanted to walk out of here without one of them asking you for your number,” he whispers.