Crush (14 page)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

BRAD

I’d just arrived back in McComb for New Year’s Eve. I was meant to be working, because shifts on days like this paid double, but when Mia had asked me to return to the family home and watch the fireworks with her, I couldn’t say no. Any opportunity to spend time with her was a given. There was no way in hell I’d turn her down, not even for quadruple pay. Not even for a million bucks.

I poked my head around to see if Mom or Michael were home, but they seemed to be out. I couldn’t see Mia anywhere either, so I assumed she was upstairs. After heading up there and down the hallway, I stopped outside her room. I was about to knock when I heard her voice. It was barely above a murmur, and she was…wait…what the hell was she talking about? And who was she talking to?

It sounded like she was saying something about wearing red panties and wanting to be spanked by the guy she was talking to. But that couldn’t be right. If she had a boyfriend or some other guy she was hooking up with, then why the hell hadn’t she told me? And if she was taken, why had she almost hooked up with me on more than one occasion?

Jesus, what the fuck?

Screw this. I didn’t need to waste my time on a girl who was happy to play several guys at the same time, no matter how I felt about her.

Perhaps she was just over me and all the stuff which had happened between us in the past. If that were the case, then fine, but I didn’t want to be around to see and hear about it.

I turned and went back downstairs before slamming the front door behind me. The door opened again only thirty seconds later, and Mia stepped out onto the front lawn as I walked over to my car.

“There you are! I thought I heard the door. Where are you going?” she asked, stepping towards me. Christ, even when I was mad at her, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to tear those clothes off her and fuck her brains out right here on the lawn.

“I’m going back to campus,” I said stiffly.

“But...you only just got here. I thought we were going to hang out and watch the fireworks together.”

“Why don’t you get your boyfriend to watch the fireworks with you? Or your fuck-buddy, whatever he is.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t play dumb with me. I heard you in there on the phone to him, talking about all your sexy lingerie and how you want him to spank you. I thought you were different, Mia. I mean, you hooked up with me in Biloxi, we almost hooked up over Halloween, not to mention all the other stuff that’s been going on…and you aren’t even single! Who’s the other guy? Is it that Jeremy prick?”

Her lips curved into an amused smile, and that only aggravated me further. “You think this is funny?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

Her smile grew wider, and suddenly she was laughing like mad, almost gasping for breath. I glared at her, unable to believe she actually thought it was amusing to lead other guys on behind her boyfriend’s back, whoever he was.

“I don’t have a boyfriend!” she choked out through her giggles. “I was on the phone to Tamara. We were talking about how if our careers end up failing in the future, we might have to resort to working on a phone sex line for extra cash. I was just doing my best impersonation of that. Ask Tamara!”

She dissolved into giggles again, and my cheeks flamed red. Shit. Of course there was another explanation for what I’d heard. I should have known by now that she was a decent person, and not the kind of girl who’d string multiple guys along.

“Er…sorry,” I replied. “I thought…”

She shook her head with mirth. “It’s okay. It must have sounded pretty bad.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I’m sorry.”

She stopped laughing, and her forehead creased into an inquisitive expression. “You were really jealous, weren’t you?” she said slowly. “That’s why you’re so angry.”

I suddenly had a sense of déjà vu. We’d had this conversation before, only I’d been the one accusing her of being jealous.

“Nope,” I said in the least-convincing tone in history.

“Bullcrap. You were totally crazy-jealous.”

There was something in her expression now; something in her voice. Something which told me it was okay for me to be jealous, because she felt the same way about me that I did for her.

I flashed her a reluctant smile.  “Fine, I was jealous. I kinda thought…”

My sentence trailed off, and she gazed up at me with an expectant look flashing in those gorgeous brown eyes of hers. “You thought what, Brad?” she asked, her voice soft.

I took a step closer. “I thought there was something happening here. Between us.”

Scratch that. I
knew
there was something happening between us, despite how much we’d tried to push our feelings aside. I’d known that for ages now. I just hadn’t wanted to admit it until I’d seen her in my room on Christmas day, upon which it had all become too painfully obvious to ignore.

She took a step closer to me and then tilted her head up. “And what do you think now?” she asked.

I didn’t need to answer that. We both knew what I was thinking now, and judging by the smoldering look in her eyes, she was thinking the exact same thing.

“Let’s go inside,” she whispered.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

MIA

Brad nodded and followed me inside so the neighbors wouldn’t see, and then he was all over me; his hands, his lips, his tongue. I returned his embrace with equal fiery passion. For a moment, I was lost in our kiss, my mind unable to comprehend the sheer joy it was to have his lips on mine again. This was the third time we’d fallen into each other’s arms
—
and mouths
—
despite our differences, and this time, there was nothing to stop us. I guess the third time really was the charm.

Time slipped away, and the kiss went on and on. I’d kissed him before, but this time I never wanted it to end. Heat and fire flooded my belly, and my entire body was awash with sensation. My craving for him was like a fever, and I thrust my body closer, feeling his thick hardness pressed up against my belly as his hands fisted through my hair.

He broke away a moment later. “Your room,” he said, his voice firm and his expression hard. “Now.”

Hell yes.

I grabbed his hand, and we ran upstairs as fast as our legs could carry us. A sense of danger and taboo lurked in the air. We knew our parents could be home any minute to catch us, but in this moment, neither of us cared. We wanted each other too much, and we were going to have each other.

Right now.

As soon as we reached my bedroom, he pulled me in for another tight embrace, and then he slanted his lips over mine. The slow burn in my body soon flared into an inferno, and he pressed his lips against me, hard. I met his tongue with mine in a bold stroke, and a loud groan rumbled from his hard chest.

He pushed me against the wall, deepening the kiss, and I clung to his broad shoulders. His taste was intoxicating, and my insides were a ticking time bomb of arousal. He moved his mouth to my neck and swept his lips over my delicate skin, and I moaned, my nipples growing stiff under my shirt. I ached for release, and flames of desire licked at me, adding to the intense urgency I felt in my core.

My panties were damp from how slick I was, and I slid my hands around his waist and raked my nails across his back as he tore at my clothes. The heat from his body engulfed me, and I felt giddy as he scooped me up and took me over to the bed. Taking deep breaths, I sighed as oxygen pounded its way into my lungs.

Yet still I was breathless.

My mind ceased to think of anything but Brad, and pure instinct drove me as I let him settle his weight over me, grinding himself against me in slow motions. I ran my hands down to his waist again, then slid to grasp his hard cock. I fumbled with his belt a moment later, and I drew in a sharp breath as I tried to take in the vision of his naked body only seconds later. He was way beyond sexy with his commanding height and muscular contours…and then there was his cock; thick and stiff with beads of precum already dripping from the slit. My throat went dry at the sight of it.

“Go on,” he murmured. “Touch it.”

I raised a hand to touch him, stroking his hard shaft. Grasping him tight in my hand, I pumped my fist up and down, and once I had reached the tip, I wet my thumb with the precum from his slit and rubbed it around the head.

I leaned forward, wanting to take him in my mouth, but he grabbed my head and twined his hands in my black curls, making me look up at him. He shook his head and moved down the bed, pressing his hands to my thighs, and then he pushed my legs wide open.

“You first,” he murmured.

I slid my fingers into his thick hair, gripping him tightly between my legs. He reached his hands up and cupped at my breasts before moving to my nipples and pinching them roughly, and the ache between my thighs grew ever stronger at his touch. I wanted and needed him to fill me with his cock. Now. If I didn’t have him inside me soon I honestly thought I might explode.

He slid his lips down and gently nibbled on my inner thigh, and the bite shot electric jolts from my clit all the way up to my nipples. His hands continued playing with my breasts as his mouth moved closer and closer to my clit, and the sweet torture only intensified my desperation.

“Please, Brad… please fuck me!” I moaned.

His breath caressed the lips of my sex, and I spread my legs even wider, displaying it for him. Every inch of me burned with need, and right when I thought I couldn’t survive another second without his touch, he gently lapped at my swollen clit, so softly that I moaned at the sweet torture.

He chuckled from between my legs, and the vibration from his mouth made my thighs tremble as he pulled them onto his shoulders. Splaying his tongue flat, he swiped it up and down my folds, and there was no stopping my moans and whimpers. He rolled his tongue over my clit and then down to my tight, slick entrance, and then he slid one finger inside me, massaging my insides as he sucked on my clit.

My climax crashed over me without warning, and wild waves of pleasure crashed over me, making me scream with pleasure. God, I was glad our parents were out.

More and more explosions rocked me, and my legs shook on his shoulders. When my muscles had finally stopped convulsing, I sat up and met his gaze. His eyes were burning with passion, and I pushed him onto his back, straddling him as I leaned in for a kiss that made my breath catch in my throat. He held my lips captive, driving his tongue into my mouth with a wild aggression that sent my mind into another tailspin of wanton need, and all rational thought went out the window.

He tore his lips away from mine a moment later to pepper my face with kisses, all the way down to my neck. The heat of his mouth encased my stiff nipples a moment later, and he sucked on them, grazing them with his teeth and making me cry out.

“God, Brad…”

“Do you have any condoms?” he asked, his voice thick with need.

I nodded. “In the drawer.”

I leaned over to open it and grab one, and then the worst possible thing happened.

“Mia? Brad? Are you home?”

Crap. It was Karen. She must have just come home. Her voice dragged me out of my haze and sent me tumbling right back into reality, and I jumped up.

“Shit!”

Brad and I both scrambled for our clothes, and he dashed across the hall and into the bathroom.

“Up here!” I called out, checking my reflection in the mirror. My face was bright and sweaty from the orgasm, and my hair was all messed up. I smoothed it down as best as I could with my hands, and Karen appeared at my door a minute later.

“Hey, hon. Is Brad here yet?”

“I’m not sure,” I lied, every inch of me burning with guilt and shame. “I think I might’ve heard his car pull up a while ago, but I’ve been on the phone.”

“That’s okay. I saw his car out front, so he’s got to be around here somewhere. Oh, Mia, your top.”

Karen frowned and pointed, and I glanced down. Double crap. My T-shirt was on backwards.

“Oh, silly me!” I said, feigning a lighthearted voice and plastering on a sweet smile. “I didn’t even notice I put it on wrong this morning.”

The bathroom door opened across the hall, and Brad appeared a second later. “Oh, hey Mom,” he said. “Did you just get home?”

“Yes,” she said, reaching out to hug him. “Wow, you’re all hot and sweaty!”

I drew in a sharp breath and almost lapsed into a coughing fit.

“Yeah, I was doing some pushups a few minutes ago,” Brad replied. “Gotta work off all that Christmas food somehow. I was about to take a shower, but I thought I heard your voice out here.”

“Well, I was just making sure you arrived safe,” she said. “Michael and I were going to go to a party at his office tonight, but we figured we’d stay home and watch the fireworks with you two instead.”

She smiled at us as if what she was suggesting were the most wonderful thing in the world, and my lips felt like they were about to fall off from all the fake smiling I was doing in return. Dammit, all I wanted was more alone time with Brad. I couldn’t even imagine how he felt. At least I’d had one orgasm.

“Sounds good,” I said. “Can’t wait. Anyway, I better change my top.”

“All right. Go take your shower, Brad,” Karen said, waving her hand at him. “See you two downstairs soon!”

With that, she headed back down to the lounge room, and I widened my eyes at Brad. “Do you think she suspects anything?” I whispered.

He shook his head. “Nah. But fuck….couldn’t she have come home an hour later?”

I sighed. “I guess we’ll have to wait.”

He leaned down for one more forbidden kiss, and my insides melted all over again.

“Waiting is gonna fucking kill me,” he said. “But it’s already been killing me for the last few months, so I guess I can wait a while longer.”

He flashed me a wink and then headed back into the bathroom, and I was left standing in the hall, my heart racing with anticipation.

Just a few minutes. That was all the time we needed alone, and we needed it soon. Otherwise I might actually die.

That could happen, right?