Once I’m under the covers, I’m frantically Mikayla-ing myself, and it only takes seconds before my release, because in my mind, it’s my hands wrapped around him, not his, and I’m bringing him to my entrance so that I can scream his name over and over.

I’m coming down from the haze when I realize my throat is scratchy and I was actually screaming his name, over and over.

A second later I hear the shower running.

Chapter 40

*Mikayla*

“I need a new fucking job and I definitely need to buy a car,” I huff out as I close the front door behind me.

Logan and Jake are sitting on the sofa watching ESPN but turn when they hear my complaining.

“You look like shit, Micky,” Logan states.

Jake punches him in the arm, hard.

“Thanks, asshole.” I leer at Logan. “You would too if you had the day I had.”

“What happened?” Jake asks, as he stands up to go to the kitchen. I sit down on the sofa and Jake sits down next to me, handing me a beer.

I take a sip while he brings my legs up to his lap and takes my boots and socks off, then slowly massages my feet. It feels like heaven and I’m getting turned on, and if Logan wasn’t sitting there I don’t know where this moment would end up.

“First,” I say, “some fucking smelly sleaze bucket at work was convinced I was in a porno,” I pause as Logan laughs, “he had the dvd and kept trying to show me the back of it. I couldn’t convince him I’d never been in a porno, and he kept pushing for me to play it on the screen so he could double check. He was pushy as hell and it was so uncomfortable. Luckily my TA from one of my classes was there and he asked the asshole to get out. My TA stayed for a bit after to make sure he didn’t come back.”

“What the fuck?” Jake growls. “Why didn’t you call me? Who the fuck was that asshole?”

Logan laughs harder.

“My phones flat-"

“Your phones always flat, start charging it!” Jake yells.

I pout, because it’s true, my phones always flat, or low.

“I don’t know who he was, just some random asshole I haven’t seen before.”

Jake stares at me for a moment. I stare back until Logan interrupts my thoughts.

“And second? You said that was the first…”

“Some creeper on the bus licked my elbow! Legit licked my fucking elbow. He got off at the same stop and I swear I thought he was going to follow me home. So I ran. Hence why I look like shit.”

Logan’s all out laughing now.

I start to as well.

Jake looks pissed off. “It’s not fucking funny, why are you laughing?”

“C’mon, Jake,” I say nudging him. “If it happened to anyone else we’d all be laughing.”

His features relax a bit. “You’re getting a car as soon as possible, Kayla.”

“Speaking of getting a car, I bought my laundry to my favorite girl in the world.” Logan tries his panty dropping smile on me.

I look at him confused and chuckle, “That has got to be the worst segue since the beginning of time.”

I get up and head to the laundry room so I can get started, Jake stands and smacks the back of Logan's head. “You gotta quit doing that shit, she’s not your mom.”

“I don’t mind.” I yell out, half way down the hall. “It makes me feel needed.”

Logan laughs once, then whispers, still loud enough so I can hear, “Dude, you should tell her about how much your dick needs her.”

I hear Logan yelp in pain before the front door opens, “Just bring it to the party tonight okay, Micky? You are coming right?”

“Yeah,” I yell out.

Lie.

The front door closes and I hear Jake walk into the room.

“So we’re going? To the party, I mean,” he asks, spinning his cap backwards.

“You can, I’m not.”

“But you just told him-"

“Jake, Logan's mind works like a 5 year old. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He won’t even remember if I’m there or not.”

He moves closer to me, so damn close I can smell him.

“But what if I want you there? What if it’s me that’s asking and you know I’ll know if you’re there or not.”

His hands are on my waist as I’m pressed against the dryer.

All of a sudden the atmosphere has switched.

Goosebumps from his touch break through my skin and my breathing accelerates.

It’s been so fucking long since he’s touched me, like this, and I need him to… do something.

Because my body hates me, and I hate me and I just need him.

I lean into him slightly, my breasts lifting and he knows it’s an invitation. His head dips to my shoulder, his lips on the bare skin. Moving slowly, softy, so fucking slow and soft it’s painful. His tongue slips out a tiny bit and he moves higher up my neck, on my jaw, to my ear.

“I heard you last night,” he whispers.

Fuck.

His mouth starts to go lower, back down my neck, to my collar bone, his body bending so he can kiss the swell of my breasts. His hands follow, and go lower down my waist, to my hips and down my thighs until they meet the bottom of my dress.

Softly, and slowly, just like his mouth, his hands start back up, up the bare skin of my thighs under the dress. It’s so fucking erotic and I’m so fucking wet and I haven’t said a word.

His hands move higher to cup my ass, so gently I almost cry out with need.