Pieces of Summer(50)
She grips me tighter with her thighs and I change my mind while shoving her against the wall. My hand slips between us, and my cock gets painfully hard when I feel how ready she is for me after just some kissing.
I’ll go back to foreplay and take it slower in round two. Right now, I have to have her before I lose my mind. I have no idea how I even existed so many years without her.
With one hard thrust, I sink balls-deep into her, and some garbled noise escapes her while I bite back any sound that tries to rise.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, lifting what little bit she can and moving back down.
I grip her hips, holding her still, as my entire body trembles.
“Chase,” she whimpers.
“Give me a second,” I tell her softly, burying my face against her neck.
“What’s… wrong?” she asks hesitantly.
“Remember the first time you did the reverse cowgirl on me?” I ask her, feeling her smile without seeing it.
“You want the reverse cowgirl treatment? I can’t do that against the wall.”
I groan as that image springs to mind. Round two. She can do that in round two.
“I was talking about what happened when we did that position the first time.”
“Oh… Oh,” she says, a smile in her tone.
I’d rather last longer than five fucking seconds at this moment, so she gives me a second to get control. When I finally feel like a man instead of a teenager again, my hips move, and she moans while gripping my shoulders, her nails digging in.
“Right there,” she whispers when I thrust up harder.
Her body is pressed against mine, and my face is still against her neck as I take her over and over against the wall.
Sweat breaks out over my body, and I have to strain not to get off before she’s finished, but I’m determined. The second her walls clamp down on me and she screams my name, I let go, thrusting into her with abandon, chasing my own release.
Hot pleasure shoots up from my balls to my chest, and I barely keep enough strength to continue holding her as my entire body shudders against hers. She goes limp in my arms, and I smirk as I carry her toward the bedroom, staying inside her.
“I can’t have kids,” she says at the worst moment.
“I know. I don’t care. I’m not exactly the kind of guy who wants a houseful of babies, and I’ve spent too much time being selfless. I want to be selfish and greedy and lost in you for as long as possible, so sharing you with a child isn’t on my list of things-to-do.”
She sighs just before I collapse to the bed, still holding her to me.
“Mika, there’s seriously only one thing I want, so telling me I can’t have it is worse than anything you think I’m giving up. I’m still in love with you. Hell, I never stopped loving you.”
I’m full of cheese today, but I can’t stop it. I’m back to being a kid with the girl he loves, and there’s an actual future for us this time. It’s finally real.
She hugs me tighter, and I feel the dampness against my neck that tells me she’s crying. I hope those are happy tears.
My hand slides up and down her back for several minutes while she clings to me.
“I still love you, too,” she says at last.
My smile breaks across my face, and I kiss her shoulder, sliding my hands lower and lower.
“About that reverse cowgirl…” I let the words trail off, and smile when she snickers.
I’m ready for round two, and when she leans back with a smiling face despite her tears, I wink at her. Mika is still my girl. I’m finally getting what I want in life, and it seems surreal.
Just as she leans down to kiss me, we hear loud voices in the house.
“Mika! We’re going to talk, and you’re going to listen!” Aidan yells, and Mika squeals while diving off me and jerking the covers over us just as the door to her room flies open.
Aidan’s face goes from determined, to confused, to very fucking red as his eyes widen.
“You can save that talk. Mika’s coming home,” I drawl as Mika bites her lip and studies me. “And I’ll be staying with her.”
I can’t tell if he’s relieved or worried, but he nods while slowly backing out of the room and wordlessly closing the door.
“The pile of clothes in the hallway didn’t give you pause?” I hear Hunter asking from the other side of the door, and Mika groans while burying her face against my chest. I laugh under my breath while holding her to me.
Everything feels right for the first time in so damn long. It no longer feels like Mika’s holding back, and I’m sure as hell all in.
Sometimes life destroys you so that you can rebuild yourself to be bigger, better, stronger…
Chapter 53
CHASE
3 weeks later…
“Mika, I really don’t know why you insisted we come here, but this isn’t where I want to be,” I grumble, even though I try not to sound angry.
I hate this fucking house and being here makes me sick. I suggested a day out, because I’ve been working on a surprise for her today. This is not what I meant about getting out of the house for a few hours.
Mika ignores me as she goes to the back of my truck, climbing up and leaning over to grab something from the bed of it. My gaze returns to the abandoned house no one in this town has wanted to buy. The nearest neighbor is at least a mile away. It’s almost as though this home has shamed the land and no one wants close.
My hands go in my pockets as I study the collapsing porch. All the windows have been broken now, courtesy of the kids running loose in town. The weeds have grown up to be knee high in some places, and the grass is completely dead in other spots. The paint is almost completely peeled away, and the rotting wood is on the verge of finally caving in.
“Mika? Why are we here?” I ask her, still staring at the house from my past as that familiar pit of disgust forms in my stomach.
Suddenly, she’s in front of me and jabbing a beer bottle in my hand that has a rag hanging out of it. My eyebrows go up in confusion when I get a whiff of something that suspiciously smells like gasoline.
“Mika…” I let her name trail off as she pulls out a lighter and grins up at me.
“It’s okay. I researched this. For a book, of course.”
She lights the end of the rag, and my eyes widen in shock when it blazes up.
“You should probably throw it before you get burned,” she points out.
I toss the bottle as hard as I can and the glass explodes against the side of the house. The fire shoots out in a streak, but doesn’t send the house in a blaze or anything the way it does in the movies.
“Are you crazy?” I ask her as she pushes another bottle in my hand.
She blinks before saying, “Yes. Yes, I am.”
When she lights the rag this time, I throw it immediately, and the bottle crashes into the house through the broken storm door. An actual fire starts when the glass shatters, and I roll my eyes.
“Wrong kind of crazy, baby.”
She shrugs before bending over and grabbing yet another bottle, holding it as she studies me.
“You’re helping me chase away my demons, so I’m helping you chase away yours. Actually, I’m helping you burn your demons to the ground. Get it?”
She grins at me before thrusting the next bottle into my hands. There’s a decent blaze flickering from inside the house now, and when she lights the bottle this time, I don’t hesitate to throw it. In fact, it actually feels good when fire spreads.
“I also had Hunter pick you up several extra belts and install a belt organizer for you, but I thought this surprise was the most important,” she adds, causing me to smile despite the fact I’m throwing yet another bottle toward the house.
We’re both fucking crazy.
Bottle after bottle smashes into the house, and when the last one is thrown, the house is burning hard. Mika stands at my side, and my arm goes around her shoulders as we watch all the bad memories burn—metaphorically.
I’m not sure how she knew I needed this, since I didn’t even realize it, but it feels like a weight is being lifted off me. The whoop of a siren has me cringing, and Mika and I both turn around as Dusty pulls up in his patrol car.
He and I went to school together, but we were in different grades. I expect him to break out his handcuffs, considering we’re committing arson and I’m a James. However, he takes one look at us then glances toward the house, and grabs his radio, radioing in to the station.
When they answer, he says, “Tell the chief it’s just the James house burning down. Don’t worry about sending anyone for a few minutes. I think it’s time this house was gone.”
The dispatcher mutters something that’s too static-ridden for us to understand from our distance away from him, but Dusty says something back before walking toward us.
He nods once at me, then tips his hat toward Mika, before joining us as we stand and watch. As the blaze drives on and takes the house down little by little, more weight lifts off me.
“You two watching the whole thing burn down, or can I call the guys out here before the field catches fire?” he asks.
My smile turns up before I glance down at Mika, but she stares at me like it’s my decision.
“I’m good. Thanks, Dusty,” I tell him, clapping him on the shoulder as I turn to leave.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure to speak with the fire chief.” He gives me a look of understanding, and I kiss the top of Mika’s head as I guide her back to my truck.