The pressure was almost too much to bear. I scurried away from him and up the pool chair, taking his cock out of me and squirming around to try to ease the pain between my legs.
But Michael followed me up the pool chair, hooked his arm around my thigh again, and pulled me back down to him. “Don’t run from me.”
He plunged himself back inside of me, and I screamed out his name, the pleasure unbearable.
“Michael!” I whimpered, nails digging into his back. “Michael, my God. Michael.”
Wave after wave washed over me. Tingles ran up and down my thighs. Michael sucked lightly on my neck, his stubble tickling me.
“Come inside of me,” I breathed into his ear so desperately. My mind was in a daze. “Please come inside of me.”
Michael groaned against me and slowed down his pace, his cum dripping out of my pussy. When he pulled out, he lay on top of me for a few moments, lightly kissing my neck. After giving me a long kiss on the mouth, he grabbed a blanket from inside and pulled it over our shoulders, starting a fire in the firepit. I rested my head against his shoulder, letting the pool water drip down my legs.
“What’re you thinking about?” I asked, staring at the flames.
“This Friday,” he said, “I’m taking you and your friends out.”
“Me and all my friends?” I asked, brow raised at him.
“It could just be us, but I think you’ll want them there.”
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I smiled. “What’re we going to do?”
“Dinner and … a surprise.”
CHAPTER24
MIA
It was Wednesday afternoon, and I was downtown at Dunkin’ again—my new favorite spot to study—with two orange peels sitting on the table next to me and a large iced coffee. My mind was wandering from my psych homework to this Friday, when Michael had said he was going to take me out with Serena, Damien, and Victor.
I believed Michael was going to ask Melissa to come, but I wasn’t sure she’d show up. She hadn’t talked to me or even reached out in over a few weeks now. I wasn’t sure Michael had talked any sense into her either.
My phone buzzed on the table, and I flipped it over.
Mason: I love you more than anything.
Mason: Please answer me.
Mason: I’d do anything to get you to love me again, to hold you.
My eyes widened at the last message, something not sitting right with me. I took a deep breath, screenshotted everything he had sent me over the past twenty-four hours, and sent it to Serena. It had gotten much worse today for some reason. I didn’t know why, but there seemed to be a certain type of urgency from him now.
And it made me feel uncomfortable.
Instead of not telling Michael like I’d first wanted to, I sent him a message at work with the screenshots attached. I trusted Michael, and I wanted him to trust me. Something about the way he’d reacted last time I told him about Mason made me want to never hide anything like that from him again.
If I wanted to heal and to spend my life with Michael, I needed to believe in him as much as he believed in me. No more hiding what was happening. No more keeping it to myself. I needed to confront the truth and stop being so whiny about it.
Michael responded almost instantly.
Michael: Send these to Melissa and then block Mason. I know you’re doing this for her, but she’s seen multiple messages from him to you. And she has done nothing about it. I’ll try to talk to her again when I get off work. But I don’t want you getting hurt.
Michael: Please block his number and cut off contact.
Michael: For me.
I gulped and nodded to myself. Michael was right. Melissa had seen his messages. Serena must’ve sent her the screenshots. I was sure of it because the next day, she had come to visit Michael, yet she hadn’t broken it off with Mason.
