THE TRUCK BARELY COMES TO a stop before I jump out and slam the door shut behind me, feeling as if I’m suffocating.
The moment the fresh air hits me I feel as if I can finally breathe once again. Being inside Micah’s truck felt like all the air was being sucked straight from my lungs. It was stifling.
The tension was too much for such a small space.
There were things left unsaid, but neither of us was sure if we should say them or not. At least I know I had things to say.
The sound of Micah’s door slamming shut has me flinching and I take a deep breath, expecting him to close in behind me so we can argue our way to the house, but instead he takes off around back.
He doesn’t even bother looking at me. He just dives into the pool, fully dressed, as if he can’t get away from me fast enough.
This makes me angrier than I was before.
Why the hell should he get an escape? This is all his fault to begin with.
First he had the balls to kiss me and then act like it was a mistake, but God forbid someone else kisses me and he has the nerve to nearly knock him out.
He’s so infuriating that I have half a mind to jump into the pool after him and rip him a new one for being such a pain in my ass.
But the moment his intense gaze meets mine from over the ledge of the pool, I decide it’s not worth it and walk away.
Once in my room, I strip down to a t-shirt and panties and pull my laptop out, deciding to respond to my unanswered emails as a distraction. A few people have been asking me when Still Breathing is releasing and one person wants to know if I plan on writing a book for the supporting characters from my first release.
There’s not nearly enough emails to keep my mind distracted from Micah and how much of an asshole he’s being, so I log into Facebook and check my notifications.
An hour later, Micah is beginning to fade from my mind when a sponsored ad for Express pops us, stating that the grand opening will be in six weeks.
The ad has a photo of Micah sitting on the stage with his guitar, looking drop dead gorgeous.
“Well, apparently the internet is an asshole too.”
Grunting, I slam my computer shut and crawl into bed, wishing I was tired enough to fall asleep.
I try everything from listening to an audiobook to binge watching Shameless, but it does nothing to stop me from wondering what Micah is doing downstairs.
We’ve been home for three hours now and I haven’t heard a peep from him. It makes me wonder if he took off again and I just didn’t hear his truck over the noise from the TV, but when I sit up and look out the window to check, his truck is still parked outside and my brother is pulling up on his motorcycle.
It has my nerves shooting off like crazy, because I have no idea if Parker told him about what went down earlier at the party.
Once he finds out that Micah went mad and punched Parker for kissing me, he’s going to either be thankful that Micah was looking out for me or get suspicious that he did it for a whole different reason.
Hell, I’m not even one hundred percent sure of the reason he did it.
He was with another girl just minutes before, allowing her to kiss and hang all over him. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t go bat-shit crazy on the bitch either.
The memory has me angrily turning off the TV and slamming my head into the pillow beneath me.
I really need to get some sleep before my thoughts drive me crazy. Well, crazier.
It seems I’ve been crazy since the moment I set my gaze on Micah banging some chick nearly two weeks ago.
My brother takes his time coming upstairs and seems to be too busy taking a phone call to bother stopping by my room like he normally does, trying to make conversation on his way his.
I sigh in relief, realizing that he hasn’t heard the news yet.
Maybe that will give me time to talk to Parker tomorrow and apologize for what went down.
I close my eyes and sit here in silence for a while, trying to clear my head and think about how I’m going to explain this all tomorrow.
I’m unsure of how much time has passed, but when I hear footsteps stop in front of my doorway I sit up and open my eyes. Micah is standing there, breathing heavily.
My heart stops mid-beat when he yanks his shirt off and comes at me, not stopping until he’s reached the bottom of the bed.
A small moan escapes my throat the moment he crushes his lips against mine and crawls between my legs, pushing me higher up the bed with his hard body.
He kisses me hard and deep, his mouth needy and hungry against mine, taking me as if he has something to prove.
The excitement of that has me grabbing at his bare shoulders and digging my fingers in as he grinds his hips between my thighs, like he’s desperate to feel me against him.
The truth is, I’m just as desperate to feel him against me. The way my heart and body are going crazy from beneath him, there’s no hiding it.
There’s only one thing stopping me from allowing him to take my shirt off when he reaches for it.
“Micah . . . no,” I pant. “My brother is in the next room. What if he hears us? We can’t . . . you should go.”
“He’s a heavy sleeper, and besides . . .” He runs his tongue over my earlobe, before sucking it into his mouth with a slight nibble. It sends a chill throughout my body. “I’ll swallow your screams with my mouth.”
I throw my head back and bite my bottom lip as his hand slides down my body, disappearing into the front of my panties. “Micah . . .” I halfway moan. “Shut the . . . shut the door.”
“Shutting the door would involve me stopping and that’s not something I’m ready to do yet.” He slides a finger inside of me as deeply as he can, letting out a sexy little growl as he does. “You can’t hide how badly you want me, Tegan. We both know you wanted me to fuck you right there in Kalon’s kitchen and we both know I wanted to.”
“Dammit, Micah,” I moan out as he slides another finger inside, stretching me, before slowly pumping in and out. “We both know we should stop this.”
But it feels too damn good.
His growl rumbles against my ear when he speaks. “And we both know we can’t. So shut up and let me fuck you like you want me to.”
He sits up and grabs my panties, sliding them down my legs, before quickly kicking his jeans off and standing before me, completely naked.
I swallow and grip the sheets as my gaze runs over his perfect body. Every dip of muscle makes me stupid and unable to think straight.
Not to mention his rock-hard dick that I could feel between my legs for a good day or two after he fucked me the last time.
And I have a feeling that this time it’ll be rougher, because we both have some anger to let out.
“Lift your arms,” he demands.
I do as told and allow him to strip me out of my t-shirt so that I’m lying before him, completely naked too.
“So fucking perfect.” The way he tilts his head while running his hand up my bare thigh is almost animalistic. He looks me over as if he’s ready to mark me as his.
And there’s no way I’d be able to turn him down right now, because the idea of him doing that is oddly arousing and exciting.
He grabs my waist and roughly flips me over to my stomach before he slaps my ass. When I let out a little scream, he’s quick to push my head down, burying my face into the pillow to muffle the noise.
I clench the sheets around me and moan into the pillow as he runs his tongue up my right ass cheek. For a moment I allow my body to relax, thinking that he’s going to be gentle, but then he bites it so hard that I reach back and slap him across the face on instinct.
“Ouch! What the hell was that for, Micah?” My heart races as he steels his jaw and turns me back around to face the wall again.
I let out a gasp when he fists my hair and pulls my head back so he can speak against my ear. It’s so damn hot the way he handles me and it’s something I’m not used to. “For going on a date with Parker. I didn’t like seeing you with him and I sure as fuck didn’t like seeing his mouth and hands on you.”
“Well, fuck you, Micah Beck.” I turn my head sideways so our lips are brushing when I speak. “I don’t belong to you.”
“Oh yeah,” he whispers, before running his tongue over my lips. “What if I want you to?”
My entire body shudders from his words. The idea of Micah owning me almost causes me to come undone on the spot.
“Then you’ll have to show me,” I bite out. “But I doubt that’s what you really want or else you wouldn’t have had some girl all over you tonight. I wanted to rip her hair out.”
“I don’t fucking want her,” he growls against my lips. “I’ll show you who I want, but I’ve got to keep that pretty mouth of yours under control.”
With that he slams into me hard and deep, keeping his grip on my hair tight so he can swallow my moan with his mouth.
His body is hard as he moves behind me, his hips pushing me forward with each thrust, but his lips haven’t left mine yet.
I’m thankful for that, because I know without a doubt that if it weren’t for Micah’s mouth on mine my moaning would’ve woken Alexander by now.
It’s so messed up that the person we’re both betraying is less than twenty feet down the hall, yet we’re so fucked up over each other that we can’t stop.
My body moves with his, my nails digging into his strong arms as he continues to hate-fuck me or whatever the hell this is that we’re doing right now.
All I know is that it feels too good to care.
After a few more thrusts, he pulls out and flips me over, not wasting any time before spreading my thighs and entering me again with one deep thrust.
The mixture of pain and pleasure has me biting his shoulder as he lowers his face down to my breasts, kissing them as he fucks me.
I pull at his long hair as his mouth brushes over my nipples before he bites the left one and then the right one.
As he moves up to meet my lips again, the sound of my brother’s door closing has Micah slapping his hand to my mouth to silence me.
I thought he was going to stop, but doesn’t. Holy hell, I lose it when he continues to move in and out of me.
There’s something about him risking it all because he’s in too deep to stop that has me wanting him more.
With his hand still on my mouth, he leans in close to my ear, talking into it as he keeps his movements slow and steady. “Fucking hell, Tegan. He’s going downstairs for something. Just don’t make any sounds and he won’t look this way.”
We stay like this for a few minutes, both of us moving slowly and quietly, being sure not to draw any attention our way.
His slow movements are teasing my body in a way it’s never been teased before and I can’t handle it.
I need Alexander to go back into his damn room so Micah can go back to fucking me as if I don’t matter.
Things are too intimate now and it scares me, because I don’t want to take it for more than it’s meant to be.
Just two people fucking out our frustrations.
No strings attached.
No emotions.
Just sex.
And he does just that as soon as my brother’s door open and closes again.
As if he can’t handle the gentle anymore either, he grips my throat and squeezes as he pounds into me over and over again, until I’m moaning out my orgasm and shaking below him.
It’s almost as if me getting off was all he needed, because he thrusts inside of me once more before growling out his own release onto my stomach.
All it takes is a few seconds while we catch our breath before reality hits and I can see panic set in his eyes.
“Shit,” he growls. “I can’t think straight when I’m around you. That’s why I’ve been staying the fuck away. But seeing you with Parker tonight had me losing my shit. I’ve been going crazy ever since I walked into the party to see you two having fun.”
“I didn’t really think you’d care, Micah. From what everyone has told me, you sleep with a girl once and never give her the time of day again. You haven’t been around in days so I . . .
“Because I have to stay away, Tegan. It’s not because I want to.” He sounds angry now. “You think I really want to stay away from you? Fuck no.”
“I don’t want you to,” I admit. “But what we just did . . .” I stop to catch my breath once more. “We could’ve gotten caught and that wasn’t even enough to make us stop. We came so close, Micah. Too close. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m so damn confused with you around.”
I watch as he jumps to his feet and slips back into his jeans, before reaching for his shirt. His body looks stiff as he presses his hands against the wall to think for a second. “Fuck. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. It was a dick move for me to come to your room and make the situation more difficult than it already was.”
“Maybe you should leave then.” An ache fills my chest the moment the words leave my mouth, but with the way I’m feeling right now I think it’s best that I get some space when it comes to Micah.
I’m so damn confused, and him being here right now is doing nothing to help me think.
I seriously would’ve died if Alexander decided to look into my room to find Micah on top of me when he walked by to go downstairs.
“Yeah,” he says stiffly, while walking over to wipe my stomach clean with his shirt. “I think that’s best.” He looks at me for a moment, the struggle of leaving obvious in his body language, before he turns around and exits the room.
The moment I’m alone I quickly get dressed and try like hell to convince myself that I’m okay with kicking Micah out of my room.
But the knot in my stomach and the emptiness that takes over now that he’s back downstairs tells me otherwise.
I don’t want Micah to leave and I don’t want just one or two ‘anything goes’ nights with no strings attached.
I’m falling for Micah Beck and I’m not sure how long I can hide the way I truly feel . . .