Chapter 13

 

Michael

 

I watched Rebecca and Tanner from the side of the window, a sour taste developing in my mouth as I saw Rebecca try and hide the blush that formed in her cheeks, or the way Tanner had taken her hand and started to caress it with his fingers.

I hated the scene with every fiber of my being.

My professional side urged me to get over myself and focus on the job, reminding me that all of us had to get along well for the mission to be successful, but the other side of me was refusing to turn my eyes away, fearing that their interaction might lead to something else…something more.

I thought I had left my feelings for Rebecca behind all those years ago, but I was wrong. Upon seeing Rebecca again, they all booked a one way ticket on the red eye and established permanent residence in my brain.

Nine years had passed, but I was still in love with Rebecca Hayes. Fucking hell.

I felt someone tug at my pants, and I looked down to see a little girl with curly hair wearing a pink frilly dress, and clutching at a stuffed bunny, her eyes filled with wonder.

“Are you lost, Mister?” she asked. I smiled and shook my head.

“No, I’m…,” I trailed off, not knowing how to answer. What was I going to say? I was hired by your Daddy to get rid of the baddies?

“Beth, I see you’ve met Michael,” Tanner said, he and Rebecca emerging from the room. Tanner picked the little girl up and perched her over his arm, the little girl wrapping her arms around her father’s neck to keep herself from falling. “Beth, this is Michael, Daddy’s friend,” he introduced, and Beth waved at me. I smiled back. He turned towards Rebecca now. “And of course, I’m sure you know--,”

“Becky!” Beth squealed, raising her little arms up and leaning forward towards Rebecca to give her a hug. Rebecca was startled, but caught the little girl in her arms quickly before returning her hug. “I missed you!”

Rebecca chuckled and patted Beth’s head. “I missed you too, sprout,” she replied, and I blinked as I read the sincerity in her words. “But why are you calling me, ‘Becky?’” she asked, raising her eyebrow at her. Beth pouted.

“You don’t like it? I think it’s pretty,” the kid said, but Rebecca winced, Beth’s cuteness ineffective.

“If Rebecca’s too hard to pronounce, call me Becca. Most of my friends do,” Rebecca answered.

“So I can be your friend?” Beth marveled.

“You already are,” Rebecca replied, and the little girl clapped her hands and cheered, her laughter infectious. I spotted Tanner looking at both of the girls with that dumb, doe-eyed expression on his face again, and I cleared my throat.

“I’ve finished the lower floors, Rebecca, and I got a few cameras at the car. Do you want me to get them so we can set the key locations with surveillance cams?” I asked her, but she shook her head.

“I can set them up, don’t worry about it. Just leave them on the first floor before you go home,” she said. I blinked and raised my eyebrows at her, not comprehending.

“Go home?”

“Yeah. I can handle things here for now, since Tanner and Beth are in the same place anyways. You can come back when we need to do double duty, okay?”

I shook my head.

“No, it’s not okay.” She opened her mouth to protest but I cut her off first. “We were assigned to this job together, so we’ll do this together whether you like it or not.”

She didn’t have a comeback for that, so I told her I was going to unload all of our stuff to our rooms. Tanner volunteered to come with me and help but I refused. I’d rather take multiple trips than accept help from that guy.

I heard Rebecca apologize on my behalf, and Tanner brushed it all off, saying he probably did something to get on my bad side. He couldn’t have been more right in that assessment.

I went down to the car, but instead of gathering all our stuff from the trunk, I went inside the car and turned the AC on, closing my eyes and leaning my head back so I could lay it on the headrest. I felt so tense, especially after finally realizing I was still in love with my ex-girlfriend. And what’s worse was it had to come when another guy was obviously biding his time to get near her.

Actually, no. The worst part is the other guy is my boss and my ex-girlfriend was responding positively to his moves. Fucking A.

I wracked my brain to try and figure out what else I did wrong, and I ended up recalling the last time I spent with her. I had taken her to the lake where we swam until the guards chased after us, so we hightailed it and drove to my place because she couldn’t go home looking like that.

In hindsight, what happened next was probably what had made my leaving ten times worse than it could’ve been.

 

“Here, babe,” I said, handing her the biggest shirt I had from my closet. I took the towel from her hand and continued to dry her hair for her, patting it down gently as she fixed up my bathrobe she borrowed.

“I could do that myself,” she protested weakly, her cheeks glowing that shade of pink I always loved seeing on her. She reached back to try and take the towel back but I swatted her hand away, tutting.

“Let me do it,” I insisted, and she rolled her eyes and relented. I didn’t have time to pamper her anymore, so I was taking every chance I could get.

I still hadn’t told her I was leaving to join the Army. I was supposed to tell her today. Why was I hesitating?

“Baby, is something wrong?” Rebecca asked, and I shook my head, smiling at her reassuringly.

“No, baby. Everything’s fine,” I said, lying through my teeth. Maybe I could tell her tomorrow, before I left. Yeah, that would work. I could go to her house and see her one last time then—

Rebecca turned around and placed both of her hands on my face, peering at me closely.

“You’re lying,” she said, and I hated how she was so perceptive. “What aren’t you telling me?” she asked, her eyes clouding with worry.

I didn’t know what else to do. I kept opening and closing my mouth, trying to tell her what the point of this date was, that I couldn’t stay in this stupid town any longer…but I couldn’t.

Instead, I pulled her closer to my arms, slanted my head and kissed her hard on the mouth.

Her eyes widened before she melted into me completely, her hands slipping from my face and her fingers touching me lightly on the neck, her mouth responding to every slick and slide my tongue made on hers.

My heart was threatening to burst out of my chest as I continued to kiss her, the smell of my shampoo and soap coming from her and invading my senses, making me heady with need.

I wanted her. I needed her now.

I lifted her and slid her up on the bed, dragging my bed covers up with her. I pressed my lips on the shell of her ear, biting it a little before sticking my tongue out and giving it a quick lick.

She gasped and arched her body like a livewire, collapsing back into the mattress as I pressed my hand down on her stomach to pin her back down. My lips and tongue continued their exploration down to the indentation of her jaw where her neck connected, tracing the spot with the tip of my tongue before pecking it with my lips.

Her breathing was growing labored now, her hands at her sides and clutching at the sheets while she closed her eyes and drowned in the moment.

“Michael,” she gasped, her mouth open and looking so fucking seductive I had to go back and kiss her again, biting on those luscious lips of hers that tasted as sweet as strawberries.

I kept kissing her while my hands continued to explore her body, my fingers slipping under the folds of her bathrobe and feeling the stiffening peak of her left breast.

She mewled against my mouth as my finger brushed against her nipple, making me take the bud between my forefinger and thumb, pinching it before rolling it between my fingers like I was milking them.

I felt her hand bury into in my hair, caressing my scalp while the other went under my arm and buried her nails in my back, making me hiss from the combination of pleasure and pain it provided.

I pulled away from her and sat up, peeling the bathrobe off of her. My breath caught as I greedily looked upon her flesh, her perfectly shaped mounds, and the juncture between her thighs.

Mine. All. Mine.

Rebecca started to feel a little self-conscious, and she covered her breasts with her arms, but I held her by her wrists gently, shaking my head at her as I put her hands back to her sides.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, leaning back to admire her once again. She stiffened and turned her head away, the flush on her cheeks getting darker. I leaned over her again and held one breast with one hand before putting my mouth over the stiffening bud and suckling on it like a babe.

I could feel Rebecca gyrating her hips against me as I continued to bite, suck, and fondle her breasts, rotating my tongue around the areolae before sucking on the nipple so hard, she cried out. And then I went to the other breast and did the same thing all over again.

When both of her breasts were deliciously wet from my kisses, I got up from the bed and unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs and taking my boxers down with them. I crawled back up her body and kissed her once more, her hands doing an exploration of their own as they traveled all over the muscles on my abs and arms, squeezing and brushing until I too was breathing just as heavily as she was.

“Enough foreplay,” I whispered harshly against her ear, my breath tickling the shell enough to make her pant.

“Michael,” she whined. “Oh God…”

I placed my hand on top of her pussy, my finger brushing along her slit, and I groaned as I felt how soaked she was for me.

“Jesus Christ, Rebecca,” I growled. “You’re ready…You’re so fucking ready for me.”

I pushed against the sensitive nub of her clit, and moving my finger left and right rapidly enough to make Rebecca scream in ecstasy, her legs folding and rising up on their own, and her knees digging into my sides.

I positioned my cock against her slit before looking up at her, her forehead slick with sweat as her chest rose up and down with each breath.

“Rebecca, look at me,” I whispered. She snapped her eyes open and looked up at me. “If you want me to stop, I will.” I said, giving her a chance to reject me. It was the only chance I was going to give her.

She placed her arms around my neck and looked at me with so much love, my heart ached with shame.

“I love you, Michael,” she whispered, putting her lips against mine so tenderly. “I want to be one with you.”

I screwed my eyes shut and anchored myself with both arms before sheathing myself inside of her with one full stroke.

She closed her eyes as well and cried, the corners of her eyes dotting with tears as the pain from breaking her maidenhood reverberated in every part of her. I stopped myself from moving for as long as I can until I felt her muscles slowly start to relax, and then I pulled almost halfway out and dove into her again.

I felt her nails digging into my back as she wrapped her legs around my waist, keeping me locked inside of her. She bit her lip as I increased my speed, pistoning my hips against her so hard and fast that the headboard was banging against my wall.

Slowly, Rebecca started to respond to my thrusts and met them with thrusts of her own, her mouth falling open as she moaned in pleasure, her chest arching high enough that I was able to catch one swinging breast into my mouth as we moved in tandem.

I felt her muscles starting to convulse and tighten around my cock, and I adjusted her, leaning up until I was on my knees, and her legs were on top of my shoulders. I slammed my cock inside of her over and over until I felt the both of us start to peak, and I growled her name as we came, blowing my load inside of her.

I collapsed on top of her afterwards, our sweat-covered bodies sticking to each other before I leaned up and kissed her passionately. She kissed me back, and our tongues played languidly with each other, keeping it up until sleep had finally overtaken us.

 

I woke up to my alarm a few hours later, Rebecca still dead to the world. It was hard to leave her just lying there, especially when every fiber of my being demanded me to go back to bed and make sweet love to the woman again, but I had to. My life wasn’t meant for Maine, even if the woman for me stayed in it.

I fixed myself up and left her there, and my stupid ass self only realized I hadn’t left her a note when I was already aboard the plane taking me away. I was too ashamed to contact her afterwards that I didn’t send her anything at all.

I opened my eyes and looked at the timer on the dashboard, cursing that my short rest had turned into a 2 hour nap. I turned the car off and gathered our stuff before going back to the building, hoping Rebecca wouldn’t be too mad that I went AWOL for two hours.

Then again, I’d rather that than she had never noticed I was gone at all.