Strung(14)

His lips curl into a small smile as he meets me by the bar. “I’m the only one your brother trusts to play at his bar. Vortex was never meant to be a place where artists could perform. It happened one night when I decided to play my guitar out back to keep my mind off a few things . . .”

He pauses long enough to dig into a small fridge and pull out two cold beers. I must say that the view is much better than the one Colby gave us a few nights ago.

I think I just said “damn” aloud, instead of inside my head, because he let’s out a small laugh, before continuing his story.

“It was dead that night, but a small crowd began gathering around and it slowly grew with the more songs I played. Apparently some of the customers were tweeting about my performance and letting their friends know that some hot guy was playing guitar and singing shirtless. A lot of things changed that night for Vortex.”

“Your voice is amazing, Micah.” I reach for the beer he slides in front of me and lift it to my lips. “I’m sure the fact that you were hot and shirtless wasn’t the only thing bringing in the customers that night.”

He smiles as he watches me down half the bottle in one drink. “Thanks . . .” He takes a drink himself, before setting his beer down when the pizza guy walks in and knocks on the wall to get our attention. “For admitting you think I’m hot.” He lifts a brow and winks, before walking away to pay for the pizza.

“You didn’t have to pay,” I say as he returns to set it down on the only table in the whole place.

“It’s on me for you helping me out tonight. Hell, I owe you a few of these for the damn good work you did. I haven’t had a chance to mop since I redid the flooring.”

I quickly wash my hands, before joining him at the small table. Somehow, for the most part, I was able to keep my mind off Micah’s lips on mine as we worked. But now that we don’t have anything keeping us busy, but this damn pizza . . . all I can think about is our kiss and how good it felt.

“I’ll remember that the next time I’m hungry.”

It’s quiet as we both eat, and I can’t help but to wonder if he’s thinking about the same thing I am.

From the bulge in his jeans I’m going to guess he is, because occasionally I catch him adjusting himself and cursing under his breath as he eats.

It’s making it impossible not to think about how amazing it felt to have his thick erection grinding between my thighs not more than an hour ago.

I don’t think I’ve ever been that close to an orgasm from a guy rubbing against me through our clothes, but just the thought that it was him had my body going crazy.

“Eyes on your pizza,” he says teasingly. “Don’t make me tell your brother that you’re using me as a muse for your book. I won’t leave out that you practically jumped on me tonight and took advantage of me.”

“Oh, you’re such an ass.” I finish off the last bite of my pizza and jump to my feet, towering over him with narrowed eyes. “You only wish I would take advantage of you. If I remember correctly it was your lips that found their way to mine.” I tighten my jaw in annoyance and that’s when I’m reminded just how much of a pain he really is. “And the kiss wasn’t anything memorable, trust me.”

He stands up and pushes in his chair, before stepping into my space and placing his hand on my chin. With just a small tilt of my chin and a bow of his head, he has my bottom lip quivering with need. “If it was nothing memorable,” he whispers, “then why is your body leaning into mine, waiting for me to kiss you again?”

I gasp as he slides his hand around my waist and pulls me against him. “And why is your heart racing?” he asks against my lips. “Because we both know you want another taste, regardless of what you say. But . . . you’re going to have to learn some restraint, babe.”

With that, he grins and backs away, making me want nothing more than to rip his stupid lips off.

“You’re an ass. I’ll be in your truck waiting.” I give his chest a little shove, before I hurry my way outside and away from Micah.

I’m angry as hell, but mostly because we both know he’s right.

One taste of Micah Beck is not enough, and he knows it . . .





I KNOW I SHOULD PROBABLY keep my mouth shut when it comes to Tegan and not push her any more than I already have, but I can’t seem to control my actions when I’m around her.

The whole point of me spending my night here at Express and burying myself in work was to get away from the one person who decided to show up without a single text or call.

The moment I looked up and saw her standing there in her little shorts and tank top, I just about slammed her against the closest wall and buried myself between her thighs.

I wanted to make her scream and show her that I want to fuck her just as much as I know she’s been wanting me to.

She tries to fight it, but I can read her better than she thinks.

It took every ounce of power I possess to hold back before I did some severe damage that I can’t take back.

But then like the idiot that I am, I got too close and allowed myself to kiss her.

I didn’t expect her lips to feel so good against mine, and I sure as hell didn’t expect them to taste as good as they did.

Her taste alone was almost enough to make me blow my load inside my jeans because I desperately needed more. That’s how fucking excited it made me.

If she hadn’t stopped things, there’s no telling how far I would’ve allowed myself to go.

And now that she’s alone with me inside my truck, all I can think about is pulling over on the side of the road and lifting her onto my lap so she can ride me.

Being around her is only getting harder with each second and I feel as if I’m close to cracking.

We’re sitting in silence, both of us most likely lost in our messed-up thoughts, so I turn the radio up when I hear Hurricane by Thrice come on.

Music has always been the best distraction for me. I learned that at an early age when I realized I was alone in this world.

Even though my mother did things with me before she abandoned me—like reading and singing to me at night—the druggie in her realized loving me wasn’t enough to get her through anymore.

I still remember the day she dropped me off at school and never came back for me. My life imploded that day and I turned to music as a distraction to help get me out of my head.

I can feel Tegan watching me as I sing, but I keep my gaze straight ahead because I have a feeling the look on her face as she watches me will only make me want her even more.

It was days ago, but I clearly remember the overwhelming look of awe on her face as she watched me at Vortex that night. It was as if she was seeing me in a different light.

And we both know how she sees me on the daily—the asshole I pretend to be around her. Maybe I truly am an asshole.

I won’t deny that I like the idea of her seeing the best part of me. The only good part.

“I’ve only heard that song a couple of times, but I don’t remember it sounding so . . . I don’t know . . . powerful.”

I look over at her as I shift my truck into park. Her soft green eyes give away how she’s feeling right now and I can’t help but want to feel it.

So, I do something stupid.

After yanking my keys out of the ignition, I step out of my truck, walk over to her side, and pull her down into my arms.

The moment our gazes lock, I know there’s going to be no stopping what I’m about to do.

I press her back against my truck and frantically reach for her shorts, ripping them down her legs, before I wrap them around my waist and kiss her again.

The little moan that leaves her lips the moment my tongue swipes across them, tells me that she’s just as desperate as I am at the moment.

With one hand I work on undoing my jeans, so she can pull my dick out, while I struggle with moving her panties to the side with the other one, attempting to hold her up with my hips alone.

The moment her hand strokes along my thick length, I moan out, while biting her lip.

“Condom?” she asks against my lips. “Please tell me you have one.”

“Back pocket.” Having her pussy exposed and waiting for me has me losing my shit. I can barely contain myself right now. I just need to fucking be inside of her.

She rocks against me, while digging into my back pocket and pulling out the condom I’ve been carrying with me since the night she showed up at her brother’s house.

Before ripping the wrapper open with my teeth, I yank my shirt off and toss it aside.

I’m standing here shirtless with my jeans undone, my dick fully erect and my best friend’s little sister wrapped around my waist, with no fucking clue how we got here.

A small wave of guilt passes through me, but the moment Tegan leans in to suck my bottom lip into her mouth as if she needs me inside of her, I quickly roll the condom on and slam into her so hard that she yanks my head back by my hair and screams.

“Holy shit, Tegan,” I growl against her lips, before running my finger over the bottom one. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” I pull out, before slamming right back into her. “Scratch me or pull my hair if you have to, because I’m anything but gentle.”

She nods her head and digs her nails into my arm, scratching me hard as I begin moving in and out of her.