**Warning: A small explicit sex scene is in this chapter. But it’s important to read the end of this chapter before you go to the next one.**
A delicate touch glides across my face to tuck some wisps behind my ear. I inhale and feel a smile land on my lips as I open my eyes to see the warm Georgia sun shining rays into the room. The rays shine over Mike as he stares intently into my soul.
“Mornin’, beautiful,” his morning voice is deep and scratchy. Alongside his laugh, it’s one of my favorite sounds.
I stretch out under the covers. “Good morning.”
His hand travels to take hold of my hip, then he asks, “Want some breakfast?”
Nodding my head, I tell him, “I could eat.”
In the kitchen, I help by whisking up some eggs in a bowl. I add salt, pepper, some cheddar cheese, and a little bit of heavy cream from his fridge to give them a nice fluffy texture as they cook.
He sizzles some sausages in a skillet and presses the lever down on the toaster for the bread. Soon breakfast is ready and on our plates.
“Do you have to work today?” he asks.
“No, actually. I don’t have to return to work until Monday. I am free all weekend,” I smile at him and take a bite of my sourdough toast.
His brow arches. “Really?”
“Well, I’m just going to have to find ways to keep you busy then.” His dimples don’t even try to hide the mischief behind his meaning.
“Yes, you will,” I playfully wrap my lips around the sausage at the end of my fork. A glimmer shines in his eye at my flirtatious attempt.
He chuckles under his breath, a fist forms beside his plate as he squints one eye at me. “How sore are you?”
I laugh, then saucily wiggle my brows at him. “I’m not that sore anymore,” I hint.
The look on his face is stunned, frozen. In a split second, he struggles yet manages to swipe up the dishes from the table to carry them to the sink as fast as he can. I giggle at his reaction, then sober as he grabs me by the waist to hoist me over his shoulder. “Mike,” I gasp and laugh at the wonderful view of his spandex butt. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed again.” He sounds like a man on a mission as he slaps my bottom, causing me to squeal. Being manhandled by Mike is one of the best things I have been able to experience. The trust I have in him is one hundred percent.
In one swift movement, I’m flat on my back on the plush cloud of white sheets with Mike’s warm body hovering over mine. His slick tongue is strong and moving along my ear producing goosebumps to take hold on my skin. My hands gravitate to his hair to feel the luscious brown locks snake through my fingers as he torturously slithers his way down my body with his mouth.
“Wait,” I barely breathe out as he slithers his hands up underneath his black AC/DC t-shirt that I have on.
Green eyes meet mine while his hands stop on my bare stomach. “What’s wrong?”
My palms glide down his solid body to the hardness in his pants. “I want to try something.” My pulse is racing at the base of my throat - I can hear it in my ears.
His eyes roll to the back of his head as I touch him. “That feels so fucking good - having your hands on me,” he grunts out.
I whisper, “Roll over on your back, then.”
After he pulls me in by the nape of my neck, he kisses me then rolls over on his back, and I follow his movement to end up on top of him. I ease my way to my knees until I settle between his legs.
“Elena, love, you don’t have to do that.” He’s affectionate with his words.
With my hands, I pull his boxers down to spring him free. I touch him with my hands; it’s so big. My eyes have gotten wide due to the smirk on Mike’s face as he watches me. Without thinking more of it, I lean down and watch him as his orbs widen and his jaw drops while I wrap my mouth around him. Those green irises roll into the back of his head, and he lets out a low groan at the very moment I hum. With my hand and mouth, I move on his hard skin. Having never done this before, I’m hesitant in my movements, but his words are encouraging that I may be doing this right.
“Elena, baby...” he trails off with a grunt while I suck on him. “That feels so damn good.”
I hum as his hands bury themselves in my long hair to hold the strands out of my face. Making eye contact with him, it’s mesmerizing to witness him come undone by the touch of my hand for once. I have been wanting to make him feel as good as he makes me feel for a while now, and finally, I have my chance.
Speeding up the motion, he says, “Elena, I can’t hold on anymore...shit. Baby, I’m gonna come,” he warns me. This is a whole new experience for me, and I want to do it right.
“Elena,” he groans into the room while he lets go.
After watching him lose control, I smile up at him and crawl up his body while wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Was that okay?” With that being my first time, I hope it was as good for him as he made me believe it was.
“Come here, babe.” He lifts me up against him then rolls over on top of me. “That was the best I’ve ever had,” he tells me with a happy grin, showing those dimples that I love.
Captured by the deep-sea green of his irises, I ask him, “You’re not just saying that?”
“Hell no.” Mike leans down and kisses me deeply, giving me a taste of the breakfast we had moments ago. He sucks in my bottom lip while my hands find fistfuls of his slightly curly dark chocolate hair.
As soon as he makes his way to my neck, I lean my head to the side to give him more access, and my eyes see the time from the clock on his nightstand.
“Shoot! Is that the time?” I ask, surprised.
“Mm,” Mike incoherently responds.
With my hands, I cup his face to reluctantly put a pause on this time that we’re sharing. “I need to run home really quick and take the ground beef out of the freezer for tonight,” I say apologetically.
“Why?” He dips his face back down to my neck and fondles my breast through the shirt with his experienced hand.
I swat him away and giggle. “Because it needs time to thaw.”
His head rises back up; he rolls his eyes and sighs, “Fine.” He tumbles off me and lands on his back. “But you better come straight back here,” he says as he smacks my bottom when I hop off the bed.
In agreement and with haste, I pull on my black and white converses, and my keys then run out the door to my house. When I unlock the door, my sights zero in on my father in mid-stride with a spoonful of corn flakes. A few drops of milk drip from his spoon and splash into the bowl below.
“Hi dad,” I act happy yet nonchalant. By the look on his face, I’m not sure if he’s upset that I spent the night with Mike or not. With a bit more force than I remember needing, I tug on the door behind me to close it.
“New pajamas?” he questions, eyeing the borrowed baggy sweatpants and oversized t-shirt from my boyfriend.
I look down at my attire, momentarily admire the bracelet on my wrist, then gaze back up at him. “Uhm...yeah.”
“Mhm.” An awkward moment of silence lingers between the two of us following his grunt.
We eye each other, neither one of us knows what to say...
“Well, I’m going to take the ground beef out of the freezer so it can thaw in time for dinner,” I clear my throat and make my way to the freezer with my head ducked down.
“Uh, yeah...good idea.” Dad slurps up his corn flakes while I take out the meat and put it in the sink.
Padding my way towards the hall, I stop and pat dad on the top of his head, then all but speed walk to my room to check my phone before going back next door. On my desk, right where I left it, I pick it up and notice that I have a notification from an unknown number.
I swipe to the right, and the message opens. There on the screen is an unsettling video. My father and Mike are in some sort of a brick room with a wall-length mirror and a solid steel door. There’s a table between them, and Mike is shirtless with his hands cuffed to a rod on the tabletop.
Not being able to hear anything, I turn up the volume and push some strands of hair behind my ear to listen closely to what unfolds.
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What do you think she’s about to watch?