“Not so fast, Mi. We aren’t done yet.”
My hand presses into her inner thigh, squeezing and spreading her legs even further apart. “I want you to open wider for me.” Her legs spread, letting me see just how fucking perfect she is.
“Fuck. Look at you, Mia. Spread open like this. Such a good girl.”
My fingers continue to pump through Mia’s pussy as she makes whimper after whimper and moves her hips up and down. My thumb presses more aggressively now on her swollen clit. She’s dripping onto my hand, and I know she’s close. Seeing Mia in a state like this is fucking incredible. She’s comfortable. She’s trusting and confident. A woman’s sounds have never turned me on the way that Mia’s sounds do.
“Oh, oh, God. I’m—” Mia’s words are drowned out by her screams as her hips move vigorously back and forth and her back arches. I continue flicking her clit and don’t pull my hand away, not until I know she’s able to ride the whole orgasm until the end. Mia pants underneath me as her knuckles go white from gripping the bed sheets with so much force.
Once her body begins to slow down and rest, I pull my hand out from her underwear. I can feel the mess she made all over my hand and fuck, I love it.
“Messy girl,” I say, as I lean back on my heels, watching her chest continue to pulse up and down.
My tongue pulls out and swipes over my lips before I take two fingers and bring them up to my mouth and suck.
Just as I thought. Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.
When I get back to the bed after cleaning up, I hand Mia a small towel as she’s lying on her back. Her chest is still pounding up and down and her eyes are wide and focused on the ceiling fan spinning above her.
“Are you okay?” I really fucking hope she isn’t instantly regretting it, because I’d do it every day if she let me.
“Yes,” she answers. It’s short and whispered, but I do catch the smallest hint of a smile when she eventually curls herself up on her side and her eyes begin to flutter shut again. I run my hand along her arm as she lays there, going back and forth.
“Good night, Smalls,” I whisper just as she closes her eyes.
Sleep eluded me last night, but I should have expected that. After everything that happened between us, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Thinking about how perfect this would be, and how fucking stupid I’ve been the last few years never letting my feelings for her come to the surface. All it took was seeing my friend try to date her, to pull my head out of my ass.
Since taking a break from football, life has felt peaceful, like I’m not running on empty and overextending myself, but my tank is actually staying full. My mind hasn’t been racing. My heart hasn’t been pounding with anxiety. The separation from my usual day to day has been good to give me some perspective. I know I’ll need to still work on being able to manage it when I’m back in my normal element, but the one thing I have now that I didn’t have before is understanding.
The way I’ve looked at my life, at my job on the field has been do or die.
Either be the best, or you’re the worst.
I can’t keep living that way. There are so many amazing things about my life that have nothing to do with the football field. Learning how to focus on those things when the football side gets tough is what I need to work on. Becoming the best version of myself—of just Nate—is where my focus needs to be. Especially if I think I deserve a shot with Mia.
I stretch out my arms in front of me as I walk out of the bedroom into the kitchen. We’re about to head back on the road and as expected, Mia already has everything packed up and ready to be loaded. I was able to throw my things into my suitcase quickly this morning. She’s zooming around the kitchen, wiping down the counters and putting the coffee mugs away. It’s clear she’s avoiding eye contact with me after last night. Hell, she has nothing to be embarrassed or feel awkward about though.
“Are you hungry? I grabbed these from the cabinet.” Mia rips open a granola bar and holds it out to me. Her eyes still don’t meet mine, so I lean down to get the bags from the floor.
“My hands are full,” I say as I’m carrying both our suitcases.
My mouth opens wide for her to put it right in and I take a giant bite. That gets her to look at me. She stares for a brief second and the way her mouth moves lets me know she’s biting back a smile.
“You’re a caveman.” Her eyes roll with amusement as I turn to walk towards the truck.
“That’s the last of it, though. Ready to get on the road?” I ask from the truck.
Mia gives me a playful salute as she walks past me to the passenger door. My hand reaches out in front of hers, opening the door and allowing her to climb in. She settles herself into theseat and before she can reach for the seatbelt, my hand already has a hold of it, pulling it over her body and clicking it safely in place. She pulls her lips in, eyeing me with a curious stare as she just watched me buckle her into my truck. I close the door and get myself in.
“Drops of Jupiter” plays in the background as we drive onto the interstate and away from the peaceful bubble we’ve been in all week.
A few hours in and Mia’s fast asleep with her body huddled underneath a blanket that has a bunch of cats all over it. I joked with her when she got it that it was childish, but she says it’s the coziest one she has. Her long eyelashes fan out over her cheekbones. Her full, round lips are slightly parted and I keep stealing glances at her every chance I get as I’m driving.
With the traffic starting to pick up now that we’re in the early morning rush, I’m expecting our pace to slow down. Mia stirs next to me and gives me a sleepy smile when her eyes officially open. The music continues to play, it’s another old song that Mia and I used to listen to in her dorm room. Her fingers start tapping on her phone and at first, I assume she’s tapping to the beat until she sighs and tosses her head back against the headrest.
“Well, someone bought the building,” she quips. Her laugh fills the cab of the truck, but I know it’s not a funny ha-ha laugh, it’s more of an amused and slightly upset laugh.
“Yeah? How do you know?”
