Part 7 (2/2)
Mia reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, as she placed her other hand on the side of my face. I brought her hand toward my lips, trailing soft kisses on her palm and down to her inner wrist. Mia's lips curled into a huge grin. Smiling along with her, I continued to stare into her eyes. I was intoxicated by her beauty, her scent, and, most of all, the love in those eyes for me. Right there was where I wanted to be always. I'd never felt so much peace in my life than when I was with her.
I lowered my head toward hers and traced my lips along the softness along her jawline. Making my way toward her ear, I could feel the goose b.u.mps that formed along her skin. I kissed her in that sensitive spot underneath her earlobe then slowly down the side of her neck until I reached the middle of her collarbone. ”Mmmh, I can never have enough of you.” I purred along her skin. Her lips parted into a smile as she stretched beneath me.
”Well, I guess I should make you wait two weeks more often.”
I shook my head and groaned at the thought. ”No more ridiculous bets. You're mine, completely. I'll have you whenever and wherever I want.”
Shaking her head, she giggled again and then changed the subject. ”So what are we doing today?”
With my brows pressed together, I leaned in closer to her. ”We're not going anywhere. I have plenty of things in mind that I have in store for you, but they all involve you, me, and the bed all day.”
”So you're keeping me hostage here? What if I get hungry?” She asked as she batted her eyes innocently.
I gave her a crooked smile, ”Well, if you get hungry, I have something to fill that appet.i.te.” I flexed my hips into her again.
”You. Are. Such. A. Guy!” She laughed.
”You know it, baby. Now come here.”
”Bro, is your d.i.c.k swollen?”
”f.u.c.k off, Jimmie.” I bit back as I opened the fridge door.
Bursting into a hard laugh, he put down the paper he was reading. ”I'm just saying you haven't left your room all day. f.u.c.k, I know Mia kept you hanging for a while, but did you have to seriously nail her the entire day? Poor girl.” He shook his head. ”She probably won't walk for the rest of the week.”
Annoyed by his remark, I shut the fridge door, turned around to face him, and leaned against the counter as I snapped open a can of soda. Taking a few sips, I pointed at him. ”You're jealous.”
Snorting, Jimmie shook his head as he folded the paper. ”Trust me. I'm not jealous.”
”When was the last time you got laid, Bro?”
He raised a brow and stood from his chair. ”That's none of your f.u.c.kin' business.”
Laughing once, I nodded. ”Yeah, just as I suspected, you're jealous.”
”Whatever, man, are you able to still watch Elle tonight?”
f.u.c.k. I'd forgotten about that. ”Yeah man, what happened to that Melissa chick. You know her actual sitter?”
Jimmie rubbed his palm over his face. ”She started college, remember?” Oh that's right. He did mention that. ”I've been looking for a new sitter, but it's f.u.c.kin' hard to trust anyone nowadays.” He pressed his hands down and leaned into the granite counter. ”Look, if it's too much to ask, I can cancel my date with Jessica.”
Mockingly, I smiled. ”Ah, Jessica's her name, huh?”
”What's that supposed to mean?”
After I gulped down the rest of the soda, I tossed the can into the trash. ”Nothing man, I just don't see you as a 'Jessica' type.”
He raised a brow as he straightened his shoulders. I was starting to get under his skin, and as a younger brother, I couldn't help but find it amusing. ”And what type do you see me with?”
I shrugged. ”f.u.c.k if I know.”
”Whatever, man, are you able to watch Elle or not?”
”Yeah, that's cool. Will someone be getting laid tonight?” I wiggled my brows.
Before he could answer, Mia walked in. ”Who's getting laid tonight?” She asked as she made her way toward us. She was wearing a pair of my pajama bottoms and t-s.h.i.+rt. Although it was loose on her, she managed to make it look completely s.e.xy.
Jimmie s.h.i.+fted uncomfortably. I laughed at how awkward he felt about the discussion around Mia, and I decided to f.u.c.k with him some more. ”Jimmie's going on another date tonight with Jessica.”
Mia's smile brightened. She scooted onto one of the stools at the end of the island, facing the both of us. ”Ooh, Jessica, huh?”
I snorted. Jimmie glared at me, and I burst into a full-blown belly-aching laugh. Jimmie tossed his arms in the air. ”What's wrong with the name Jessica?”
Mia's eyes switched from my laughing to Jimmie's concerned expression. ”Nothing, it's a cute name. I knew a Jessica once. She was really sweet.” She shrugged, trying to lighten the mood. ”We should all go on a double date.”
My laughing stopped and I straightened. Jimmie whipped his head in Mia's direction. ”We've never been on a double date.” I answered.
Jimmie nodded in agreement. ”Yeah, that's awkward. I live with the d.i.c.k. I rather not hang out with him too.”
”f.u.c.k you.” I spat out.
Laughing, Mia ran a hand through her untamed hair and yawned. ”Well, maybe a triple date with Megan and Jeremy also. We can go to Club21 to break the ice. Loud music and drinking?”
Jimmie looked as if he was actually considering the offer, and then he shrugged. ”I'll ask her. Thanks, Mia.” He turned and faced me. Lifting his hand, he flipped the bird. ”Take care of my daughter, d.i.c.khead.” He sent me a pointed glare, and without another word, he was gone.
After I shook my head, I went over to Mia. She turned on the stool, wrapped her arms around my waist, and pressed her head against my chest. I ran my fingers through her hair and began ma.s.saging her scalp.
”Mmh, that feels good.”
Smiling, I continued to ma.s.sage her, tracing my fingers in circular motions. ”Are you hungry?”
”I'm starving.” She mumbled.
Laughing, I made my way down toward her shoulders and began working my magic there. She tossed her head back. Her eyelids fluttered. ”Ugh, that feels good. I'm so sore.”
”I wonder why.” I flashed a grin.
She shook her head and smiled. ”You're too much.”
”Well, I've heard that too much is a good thing.”
Mia snorted and arched a brow mockingly. ”Well, whoever said that was clearly mistaken.”
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