Chapter 15
I snuggled against Michael and relished the stark contrast of his warm skin and the cool sheets against my body.
The soothing of his hand as he rubbed the back of my arm made me melt into him. I slowly moved my fingers over the scruff lining his jawbone; each hair tickled my fingertips. The coarseness under on my skin felt like tiny shock waves moving through my hand. Listening to the beat of his heart, I drifted to sleep.
“Mia,” Michael whispered in my ear, waking me.
“Mm.” I was too tired to speak.
“I need you.” His lips brushed against my ear as his hand caressed the skin just above my underwear.
“Yeah,” I whispered, pushing my ass against his hardness, still half asleep.
Wrapping his arm around me, pulling me closer, his fingers dipped inside my panties. His breath felt hot and sounded heavy against my ear. Raking his fingers through my wetness, he moaned as he found my clit.
His damp fingers moved rhythmically against my tender flesh. I squirmed, a small moan escaping my lips. Arching my back, I pushed my ass against his erection. Moisture pooled between my legs, needing more than his hand to dull the ache.
Moving away from my body, he placed me on my back without speaking. I didn’t have to wait as I heard the crinkle of the wrapping before the bed dipped between my legs.
I blinked through blurry eyes and watched his dark figure kneeling before me as he slid on the condom.
Leaning over my body, he whispered against my lips, “You okay, Mia?”
“Yes,” I said in a sleepy voice, still not fully awake.
Stroking the head of his cock against my opening, my eyes flew open. He thrust himself inside, waking me.
Warm hands pressed against my ribs before holding my arms above my head.
I relaxed my arms under his grip, enjoying the small grunts that filled the room and the feel of him inside me.
He pumped into me slowly, caressing my insides. Moaning, I felt the orgasm hovering just out of reach. I need more friction, more power to push me over the edge. I wrapped my ankles around his legs, as the pressure from the piercings hit me deep and in just the right way, sending a shockwave through my system.
The force of his thrust increased as he fucked me relentlessly. My fingers curled around his as he held my arms against the pillow. Wet warmth against my nipple made my body jerk. The sensations were overwhelming in my sleepy state.
As he bit down, I cried out, pleasure radiating throughout my body.
Pushing my head against the pillow, my arms grew rigid under his hold and my breathing halted. In the darkness, my eyes filled with vivid colors as the orgasm tore through me. Feeling like someone had knocked the wind out of me, I grew limp under him as he chased his release. Ramming his cock inside me over and over again, Michael cried out, body shaking until he collapsed on top of me.
Rolling away, he snapped the condom, pulling it off. The bed moved as he rolled over wrapping his arms around me. Michael Gallo spooned.
“Sleep, Mia,” he whispered in my ear, planting a soft kiss against my hair.
I closed my eyes, shuffling my ass back, leaving no space between us.
The peace I knew only when in his arms returned as I drifted back to sleep.
Michael seemed on edge when we woke. We both needed the gym to relax and unwind.
I touched his arm as he drove seemingly lost in his thoughts. “He’s going to be okay, you know that, right?” I asked, hoping to make him feel better.
He nodded his head. “Yeah, I know.”
I studied his profile. His forehead was crinkled and his eyes seemed vacant. His sparkle and dirty humor had evaporated somewhere between falling asleep and our drive to the gym.
“What’s wrong then?”
“Just some stuff on my mind. It has nothing to do with us, Mia. Just some bullshit going on.”
“I’m a good listener, Michael.” I rubbed his arm, wanting him to share his worries with me.
Looking over at me, he exhaled and frowned. “I imagine you are, but some things are for me to deal with.”
I pulled my hand back, placing it in my lap. “Okay,” I said looking out the window. I didn’t have anything else to say.
We pulled into the gym parking lot after riding in silence. He could say whatever was on his mind had nothing to do with us, but I knew bullshit when I heard it.
He reached for my hand, giving it a small squeeze, as we walked into the gym.
“I’m going to run on the treadmill, want to come?” I asked.
“Nah, I need to lift some weights.” Bending down, he kissed my cheek. “I’ll catch you in a bit.”
It felt platonic and impersonal unlike the sex we had during the night.
“Don’t forget me, handsome.” I started to walk away and looked back at him with a smile. That just sounded needy and totally not me.
He scrambled my brains.
He grabbed my arm, drawing me to his body. “I could never forget about you, Mia. You need to stop that thought right there. There’s no other woman I think about.” He swatted my ass and whispered, “Off you go. No checking out anyone but me. Got it?”
Yes, the playful Michael was back!
As I walked away, I looked over my shoulder. “I can’t help if someone is in my line of vision. What are you going to do about it, big boy?” I smirked.
His mouth broke out in a drop dead, sinful grin. “I have my ways of making you pay.” He winked and I wanted to jump in his arms and capture his mouth in a kiss.
Whatever had been on his mind in the truck had vanished.
Butterflies filled my stomach as I walked a little bit faster before he sidetracked us both.
“You know where to find me.” Using my thumb, I pointed to the treadmills over my shoulder. I turned around, relived to have a few minutes to myself.
The man had seemed simple to read until today.
I jogged on the treadmill, catching up with my emails. I’d been trying to finish reading a book for a week with no luck and I used the time to read while I ran. After each page I watched him for a moment before continuing to read.
He started with free weights for his arms. He looked in the mirror studying his movement and our eyes met from time to time.
He was stunningly handsome, with rippling muscles and not a lick of fat on him. I know he worked out like a beast, but for god’s sake, couldn’t the man have on pinch of something somewhere. I loved the feel of his rock hard body against mine.
He put the bar behind his head, squatting slowly before standing with a grunt. His face turned red and a vein protruded from his forehead with each lift.
I licked my lips, my book no longer interesting as I kept my eyes glued to him.
That’s how he kept that rock hard ass and the tree trunk thighs.
I stared, mesmerized by his ass, watching it move up and down. Every muscle in his body rippled as he removed his shirt before lifting the weight again.
Holy fuck, he’s hot.
He grunted with each squat. It was different than the one I heard during sex. This was a grunt of exertion and strain, not of pleasure. The effect it had on me was the same. My face grew flush, as my core convulsed and my heart pounded against my chest. Grabbing the towel off the bar, I blotted the skin around my neck.
Our eyes were glued to each other as we moved around the gym. The air between us was thick and the lust evident to anyone paying attention. He placed the weights on the floor and dried off his damp flesh.
I wanted to lick the sweat off his body and I wasn’t a girl that usually enjoyed a sweaty man.
His smile grew larger the closer he came to me before stopping between my legs.
He stood between my legs; staring down at me as I lifted the weight, “Need some help?”
“Nope, I got this. Twenty-four,” I said, as I pushed the bar up, trying to ignore his eyes raking over my body. “Twenty-five,” I grunted, latching it in place trying to catch my breath. “You shouldn’t gawk, Michael.” I smiled up at him, breathing heavily.
“I’m not gawking, Mia. Undressing and fantasizing about all the dirty shit I’m going to do to you when I get you back to my place.”
My mouth gaped open as I sat up and stared. My attempt to slow my breathing was crushed by his words. The dull ache between my legs turned into a throb.
His index finger touched my sternum, following the path the beads of sweat had traveled into my cleavage. “I want you this sweaty when you’re under me coming on my dick, screaming for me stop.” He kissed me, whisper light, before backing away with a grin.
Smug bastard.