MY BROTHER UP AND DECIDED he needed to leave for a business trip now that I’m finally here to spend a little time with him.
I could kick his butt for leaving me when I just got here. He’s never around as it is and I was hoping we could grow close again over the summer.
It’s already been two days since he left, and oddly, I miss him. So maybe we have grown closer in the five days that I’ve been here, even though he’s been gone for two of them.
I guess I can’t complain too much. With Xan gone and Micah watching me from a distance, I’ve managed to get close to eight thousand words written in just the last two days, and I’m giddy with excitement, because I feel good about what I’ve gotten done.
I’ve never been so excited to write a book before.
Taking a sip of beer, I close my computer for the night and walk over to dangle my legs in the pool.
It’s so beautiful and peaceful out here. I really could just stay out here all night.
With Micah at the bar I’ve had the entire house to myself all day. No surprise butts in my face. No naked guy walking around with a guitar and no sexy, smart-mouthed guy to make me think dirty as sin thoughts. My brother would kill me if he knew.
Smiling, I let out a breath of contentment and close my eyes, enjoying myself.
My perfect moment only lasts about a minute before it’s ruined with Micah jumping into the pool and yanking my legs to pull me under the water with him.
Fighting him under the water, I kick him away and come up for air to see him looking at me with the biggest damn smile I’ve ever seen.
It’s like he gets off on messing with me.
“Seriously!” I angrily splash him, but he doesn’t seem to care.
Swimming over to me, he picks me up and grabs my legs, wrapping them around his waist. “Sorry, it’s the asshole in me.” Gripping my thighs tighter, he walks us over to the edge of the pool and stops. “I just wanted to ask you to come out with me tonight. One of my friends is having a party.”
“Well, you have a funny way of asking me to hang out,” I huff. “You could’ve asked without dragging me under the water.”
He smiles when I slap his hard, wet chest. “I deserved that,” he admits. “So, did my way work?”
A part of me wants to say no, but seeing that crooked smile sitting on his perfect, wet lips, I say the opposite. “Yes. Surprisingly so, but only because I could use a little fun to clear my head. I’ve been thinking too hard today and need a break.”
Lifting his brows in amusement, he laughs under his breath and lifts me up and out of the pool. I’m surprised at how effortlessly he does it. “Get dressed. I’ll be inside in a minute.”
With that, he dives back into the water, leaving me standing here, trying to get over how turned on I got by him handling me in the pool.
My legs felt so good around his waist that I didn’t even bother yelling at him for picking me up like I meant to. Hell, I sort of wanted to hang here all night and feel his body against mine.
What the hell am I saying?
“Oh boy, I have serious problems.”
By the time I get dried off and dressed, Micah is waiting for me by the front door, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a black V-neck shirt.
Holy shit, that shirt hugs his sculpted chest so good that it nearly takes my breath away. I might even choke on a little drool.
Well, not really . . . but a little exaggeration never hurt anyone.
Looking me over, he opens the door and motions for me to walk out first. “Nice boots.” His eyes wander down to my favorite cowgirl boots. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl wearing only a pair of those.”
“Wow!” I give him a shove. “Do you have a filter or is it broken?”
He opens his truck door for me. “Never had one, babe.” He slaps my ass, hard, as I boost myself up to get into his truck.
“That hurt!”
He grins in satisfaction. “Isn’t that what girls like to read about in books? Asshole heroes. You’re fucking welcome.”
Rolling my eyes, I slam the door shut as he walks around to the other side and jumps in. “And what do you know about books and the things us girls like to read about?”
He starts the engine and backs out with a cocky grin. “You don’t think I’ve read a book or two in my lifetime? My mother used to make me read books every night before bed when I was a kid. So yeah, I’ve read a few Romance books since I hit puberty.”
I’ve always thought a man reading was a turn on. So, to hear that Micah is open to reading . . . well, hell. It just got about ten degrees hotter in his truck.
Trying to keep my very dirty thoughts in check, I keep my eyes out the window for the rest of the ride to the party.
“Think you can keep up with me tonight?” Micah questions, while parking the truck. “It’s easy to get lost in the crowd here. Come on.”
He jumps out and I quickly follow, stepping out and shutting the door behind me.
Running my hands over the front of my dress, I look out at the street to see that there are tons of cars parked on the block.
“How did you manage to get a driveway spot? Special treatment for being so cocky?”
He lifts a brow at me and chuckles. “I’d like to think so, but no.” I suck in a breath as he steps up to me and reaches behind me to pull the back of my skirt down. He’s so close that I can feel the bulge in his jeans against my body. “Showing me the goods already and this isn’t even a date. Special treatment for me being so cocky?”
My face heats as I clear my throat and back up to get some distance between us. “No, apparently your truck is a dick too.” I smile and walk away. “Let’s go.”
His laughter comes from behind me as he takes a few quick steps, catching up with me. “You’re fun tonight. I like it.”
“Like it too much and you may feel sore in the morning,” I mutter.
I stop walking when I feel his body press up behind me. Breathing in my ear, he grabs my chin and pulls my head back to whisper in my ear. “I’d watch what you say unless you want me to throw you into the back of my truck and fuck you until my legs give out.” He lets out a small growl and nips my ear, causing goose bumps to cover my entire body. “It’s been a while since anyone’s been able to keep up long enough for my body to hurt.”
Oh. My. God.
“Wow!” I remove his hand from my chin, trying to keep my cool, even though all I can think about is him between my damn legs and wondering how long he really can last. “You become a bigger dick the longer I’m with you. Congratulations.”
“You’re right. My dick has become bigger. Now stop trying to get me naked again and let’s go.”
He grabs my hand, pulling me along behind him before I’m able to think of a comeback.
“Fucking dick,” I mumble, as he fights his way through the crowd, keeping me close to him.
He doesn’t release his hold on me until we’re out back by the pool. The back of the house is lit in neon lighting and there has to be at least close to eighty people just out here alone.
Most of them are dancing to the fast beat of the music, while a few of them are pushing through the crowd on skateboards, doing tricks into the pool.
The way Micah acts so uptight and in charge at my brother’s bar, I never expected him to be at such an insane party like this one. It’s crazy here. I’ve gotten the impression that he usually likes to be in charge.
“I never expected you to hang at a party like this one?”
“Why?” he questions, while pouring me a beer.
I grab the plastic cup from him and lean in close to his ear so he can hear me. “You seem uptight at my brother’s bar.”
He flashes me a half smirk. “Good thing I get to show you another side of me then. There I have to be.”
As I’m in the middle of taking a drink of my beer, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close to his body; then begins dancing to the music.
I nearly spill my beer on him when he does this sexy little grind against my stomach. “What are you doing?” I laugh and hold my beer away as he thrusts against me like a male stripper or something.
“It’s called dancing.” He grips my hair and tilts my head to speak next to my ear. “Loosen up your body and just move it with mine.”
I’m almost embarrassed that he can tell I’m scared to dance. I’ve always been self-conscious about people judging the way I move my body. It doesn’t come as natural to me as it does to others.
Gripping my hip, he begins moving my body with his, biting his bottom lip as he looks down at my waist to watch me begin to sway with him. “Damn, girl,” he teases. “Don’t show me up now.”
I slap his shoulder and laugh. “Don’t tease me. Dancing isn’t my thing.”
He smiles, and it’s so damn cute that my heart jumps a little.
“The only thing getting teased right now is my dick. Trust me.” He lifts me up a bit and begins grinding his crotch into me, dancing so seductively that I can’t help but to get into it myself and move along with him. “Keep grinding like that and I might have to break my promise to your brother.”
My face turns red with embarrassment. “You made a promise to my brother?” I stop dancing and place my free hand on his hard chest. “He’d probably kill you if he saw us dancing like this right now.”
He backs up a little and reaches for his own beer now. “He never said anything about dancing, Tegan. We’re just having a little fun. I know where to draw the line and I don’t plan on crossing it.”
I feel a little disappointed for some reason, and my whole mood seems to change. Dancing close to him is the last thing I want to do now.
“Let’s just skip dancing.” I back out of his arms and tilt my beer back, feeling frustrated with my damn brother. Looking around, I spot two guys playing beer pong. “Let’s play.”
Before he can say anything, I walk over to the beer pong table and watch as they finish their game.
“Are you challenging me?” Micah asks from close behind me.
“Maybe.”
“I like a challenge,” he whispers next to my ear. “What do I get if I win?”
“Doesn’t matter.” I smile and begin setting up the table when the two guys walk away. “You won’t be winning. The question is . . .” I begin filling up some of the cups as he does. “What do I get for winning?”
He stops and lifts a brow at me. “Honestly? I’d give you anything you fucking wanted, but your brother might kill me.” He looks me over as if he wants nothing more than to taste every inch of my body. It has me completely turned on and aching for his touch.
“My brother isn’t here,” I say softly.
His eyes widen as if he heard me, but he doesn’t say a word.
Hell . . . I can’t believe that I said that myself.
There’s just something about Micah that makes me want one night with him. One night to let him do anything and everything that he wants. No strings attached, like the girl I walked in on him with. Just one night of his talented fingers and mouth on my body.
With my brother around that won’t be happening, and I can tell how much my brother’s friendship means to Micah.
By the time we’re down to the end of the game, there’s two cups left on my side and one left on his side. I’m completely buzzed right now and living in the moment.
“You’ve been talking a big game the whole time,” I tease. “When are you going to show me who’s in control here?”
He smirks and holds his ball up. “Right about . . .” he tosses the ball and makes it in one of the cups. “Now. Drink up.”
“Cocky jerk.” I roll my eyes at him and grab the ball out of the cup, before downing the beer. “We still don’t know what the winner gets.”
“The winner gets to kiss the loser anywhere under the dress.” He flashes a cocky grin at me.
I throw the empty cup at him. “You’re not wearing a dress, jerk.”
“Exactly.” He tosses his ball, making it effortlessly into the last cup. “I’m ready for my prize.”
He doesn’t waste any time grabbing my cup away from me and downing the beer, before dropping to his knees in front of me and spreading my legs.
My heart speeds up as I grab onto his hair and pull him back. “What are you doing?” I ask in a panic. “There’s hundreds of people out here.”
He smiles up at me and slightly lifts my skirt up my leg. “Relax. I can’t kiss you where I want to anyway.”
I begin looking around me, but close my eyes and moan when I feel the softness of his lips press against the inside of my thigh. He kisses it a few times, moving higher with each one, before biting me right below my panty line and then licking the spot.
“What the hell!” I scream and jump away from him. “You bit me.”
“I got excited.” He looks up at me and shrugs, before standing up as if nothing unusual just happened. “I’d apologize, but I have a feeling you enjoyed it.”
Did I? Most definitely, but I’m not telling him that.
“You scared me. Biting wasn’t part of the prize.”
He places his hand on the small of my back and walks me away from the table when a small group takes over.
“Sometimes I can’t control myself. You’re lucky I didn’t do what I really wanted to do.”
He gets distracted when some guy with dreadlocks calls his name and jogs over toward him. “You made it.”
Micah grabs his hand and gives him a one-armed hug. “I told you I would.”
The cute guy smiles when he notices me standing next to Micah. “Who’s this beauty?”
I see Micah’s eyes darken as he answers him. “Alexander’s little sister. She’s off limits.”
“I’m not little,” I add with a scowl. “The name is Tegan and my brother isn’t my boss.”
I smile as he looks me over with appreciation. He’s extremely cute and those ice blue eyes have me wanting to stare at them.
“Glad you could make it to my party, Tegan. I’m also glad that your brother isn’t your boss.” He reaches out to shake my hand and winks. “I’m hoping I’ll see you around.”
He pats Micah on the back and then quickly takes off when some people start yelling for him.
I’m still smiling when I turn back around to face Micah. The look on his face says he isn’t so pleased himself. “Kalon just got out of a five-year relationship. He’s on the rebound so don’t let his sweet talk trap you into something that won’t work out.”
“I’m not trying to jump into a relationship with any guy,” I mutter. “You and my brother are going to drive me crazy this summer.”
I walk away and pull out my phone to text Jamie.
“What are you doing?” Micah places his hand on my chin and pulls it up for me to look at him. “I’m sorry if I upset you. I’m just looking out for you.”
“I don’t need either of you looking out for me, Micah. I’m twenty-one now. I’m not the young girl he left when he moved away years ago.” I hit send on my text. “I asked Jamie to come pick me up. We’ve both been drinking and I don’t want you to leave the party early.”
“I think I’ve had enough partying for tonight.” He nods his head toward the side of the house. “Let’s start walking and Jamie can pick us up when she finds us.”
Without hesitation, I begin walking next to Micah, letting him lead the way.
Jamie texts me back a few minutes later, letting us know which way she’ll be coming from.
“What did you do back home?”
I look over at Micah to see him watching me.
“I worked at my family’s convenience store and wrote when I had free time. It didn’t seem I had much though, so I was desperate to get away and stay with Xan for the summer. I just needed some peace and quiet and a little inspiration.”
“I’m glad you came. The people I’m used to being around all seem the same to me. You’re different and it intrigues me.”
I smile. “How so?”
“I’m used to girls jumping all over me the second they meet me. You didn’t. I like that about you, and if I’m honest, it keeps me up at night, thinking of ways to change that.”
I catch myself laughing. “Is that where you get all your charm from? Late night thinking sessions?”
“I do my best thinking at night. Don’t you, for your writing? You probably lay in bed at night, the scenes flowing through your head, giving you ideas on what to write when you wake up. Is that how it works?”
I nod, finding it interesting that he really seems to want to know. “Most of my ideas come to me when I’m either lying in bed late at night, taking a shower, or listening to music.”
“I wouldn’t mind being around for two of those,” he teases.
“Come on.” I nudge him with my shoulder when he wiggles his brows at me. “I thought you seriously wanted to know.”
“I do,” he says, sounding serious now. “It impresses the hell out of me that you’re able to write books. I write lyrics in my spare time and it’s hard enough to finish just one song. I can’t imagine writing an entire story for two characters made up in my own mind. That shit can’t be easy and it takes one talented as hell person to be able to pull that off.”
“You write lyrics?” I ask, amazed. “I’d love to hear—” I stop talking when Jamie starts honking to get our attention.
She pokes her head out the window and whistles as her car stops in front of us. “Damn, hot stuff. I’m going to want to borrow that skirt. Just a heads up.”
Micah opens the back car door for me to get in. I figured he’d ride in front with Jamie, so I’m surprised when he scoots in next to me and closes the door.
He’s so close that his muscled leg is practically on top of mine. It has my mind racing with extremely dirty things.
“I have to be up in the morning, so I’m going to just drop you two off and hit the road.”
“Thank you, Jamie. I didn’t mean to keep you up.”
She smiles back at me. “You didn’t. I was chilling at Vortex, watching the sexy men working it. I just wasn’t drinking since I have to work in the morning.”
When we get back to my brother’s house, we say goodbye to Jamie and head around to the back.
Micah pulls out his key and unlocks the door.
“You coming in?”
He shakes his head and yanks his shirt off. “Nah . . . I need some exercise to clear my head. If I go inside right now . . .” He slowly undoes his jeans and pulls them down his thick, muscled legs. “I’ll end up in your bed.”
With that, he turns around and jumps into the water, leaving me standing here with my thoughts all over the place.
I have no idea how I’m going to go the whole summer without wishing that he would end up in my bed.
Shit . . .