Jace walks in only wearing his boxers, while I’m in making coffee in Hunter’s kitchen. I give him a nod. Good morning, but I really need my coffee to function today. I’ll take one for her up, then come back and have one myself.
Mila kept us up late last night, and I’m exhausted. And not in the usual keeping up late way. She has her period and wants comfort food and movies. She made us all watch the Twilight saga… all four movies. I have no idea how with four guys and one girl that we end up watching so many chick flicks. And yes… I have seen them all before with Madison. But I was hoping for a movie with action, some fighting or something. Not romance with a vampire who sparkles.
Jace smacks the back of my arm to move out of his way, and I turn to him. “You a caveman? You could have just asked me to move.” Then I smack him back. Fucker.
He smacks me again, and I glare at him. I move away with Mila’s coffee and then quickly smack the back of his head as I move out of his way. He turns to me, and I smile. He’s not gonna have the last word here… well, last smack. I walk away with Mila’s coffee and that’s when he smacks my head and the coffee sloshes over the edge of the mug and onto the tiles.
“Enough.” I step back and place the mug on the counter. I get a cloth to clean up the mess he made. I look over at him. His back is turned as he makes himself coffee.
I wipe up the spill and before I put the cloth in the sink; I wind it up and smack him on the ass with it. He jumps and calls out and I snicker. He turns and I swear he’s gonna hit me. I tilt my chin, daring him, but he backs down when I hear the sweet voice of Mila.
She pauses when she sees us. Her eyes narrow like she isn’t sure what she just walked into.
“What are you guys doing?” I pass her the coffee and point at Jace.
“He started it.” His brows rise, and Jace shakes his head and points at me. I quickly shake my head. “Oh, hell no. You can’t blame me. You came in and smacked me.”
“You whipped my ass with the cloth and that hurt fucker.” Jace pouts at Mila, trying to get sympathy. Ugh… what the fuck, man.
Mila’s head ping pongs between the two of us. Then Jace reaches out and smacks my arm. I growl. Ugh. I smack him back. He grabs me in a headlock and smacks my forehead.
“Fuck off.” I twist out of his arm and whack him on the head. All the while, Mila just watches us and drinks her coffee. Hunter emerges and makes a coffee around Jace and me. He won’t give it up.
“This is the last one, okay?” I’m red from where he’s struck me. They aren’t hard hits, but it stings like a bitch.
“Just one more, that’s it.” I tell him. I hold my hand up and he does the same.
“One, two, three go.” We both smack each other’s shoulders, then he gives me an extra smack. I grit my teeth.
“That was two, asshole.” I grumble and he shakes his head.
“That’s for the one earlier.” I throw my hands up. “What one earlier. I swear to god. No more. I’m done.” He smacks my head when I turn my back on him. I launch at him. Wrestling him to the ground.
“What the hell is your problem?” I yell at him, tapping his forehead as he’s pinned to the floor.
“I could ask the same.” He flips me and smacking on my ribs. It fucking stings, and I cry out at him to stop.
“Is someone going to stop this?” Mila asks from where she’s perched on a stool looking over the counter at us and I wonder the same.
“Stop you two.” Hunter sarcastically says. I roll my eyes.
“Stop it, Jace. It’s done.” I tell him and he lets up. We’re both sitting there in our boxers breathing heavily.
“If you two want to fuck each other, can you do it somewhere else? We’re trying to have coffee.” Hunter jokes and I laugh.
Jace shoves me, and I don’t care. Whatever. I throw my hands up and get up. Is that what this was about? Is he weirded out over Hunter and I kissing? He wasn’t even there for that, and we haven’t sat around talking about. It hasn’t happened since that night… but I hope it does. I want to kiss Hunter again.
“I don’t want to fuck anyone but Mila.” Jace growls.
I don’t know why, but I laugh, because he hasn’t even done that.
“Stop fighting.” Mila stands, holding her hands up for us to stop. I don’t move. I stand where I am and wait to see what Jace does.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, but I have no idea why he even started this. I nod.
“Say you’re sorry,” Mila nods at me. I don’t need to say sorry. This is bullshit. Jace started it.
“Sorry.” I mutter. Not meaning it at all to Jace. But to Mila for taking, it too far. I eye Jace and I can see he knows it; he was only apologizing for Mila. This isn’t finished.
Whatever this is.
It’s been a week since Jace had me in a headlock and we were fighting in the kitchen at Hunter’s. Mom and James are out doing wedding shopping. It’s getting close only a month away. Madison is off shopping with Bella and it’s just Mila and I here… alone.
I put some music on in the kitchen and I know she will come here to turn it off. I sit on the counter and wait for her.
Less than a minute later, she’s in the kitchen, bright pink socks are pulled up to her knees. She’s wearing my basketball shorts and an oversized hoodie that belongs to Roman. Her hair is up in that messy bun she does, and little tendrils have fallen free, and she looks absolutely beautiful. She sees me and stops. Putting her hand on her hip, she cocks her head at me.
I chuckle. And turn the music off.
“Why do you torture me, Asher? How can you listen to that crap?” I jump off the counter and stalk over to her. She doesn’t move and when I’m toe to toe, she looks up at me and I smile down at her.
Fuck… she is gorgeous. I can’t believe that I can just kiss her, and she will kiss me back. Every day I count myself lucky that she’s mine.
The thing between us… the butterflies, as she calls them. It hasn’t changed at all. They’re still there every day and I hope they’re for the rest of our lives. This girl came into my world and shook everything up.
I never wanted a girlfriend. Hell, I never wanted one that already had boyfriends and share her with them. I always pictured my life as going to college and fucking random chicks on the weekends. Never settling down, never finding love.
Then Mila fucking Hart happened.
“You are the most gorgeous girl in the entire world. And would you like to join me in the spa… naked?”
She giggles and chews on her bottom lip. I reach down and pull it from her teeth, and she smiles up at me.
“Mmm… is there an orgasm involved?” I chuckle.
“For you… always.”
She pretends to think, and I can’t wait the game out any longer. I reach down and wrap my arms around her thighs and lift her. She squeals and holds onto my shoulders to steady herself.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and I pull her down, so our faces are together.
“Well, okay then, bossy boots. I will have my orgasm in the spa and a back massage.”
She rubs her body against me while I kiss her. I smack her ass.
“Which one first?” I ask her. Does she want a back rub first? Or for me to make her come first. I can think of a different way to make both those things happen at the same time.
“Come first, then massage.” She has been up in her room drawing and sketching every day. She probably hurt her back from being in the same positions for too long.
I’m just grateful it’s summer, school is out, and Mila is my girl.
I drop her beside the spa and remove the hoodie. As she stands topless, I drop the hoodie on the ground. She doesn’t even have a bra on. Fuck, she has the nicest tits. Did she know I was going to suggest the spa? She laughs.
“Stop staring at me. These are called boobs.” She waves at them, and I roll my eyes and laugh.
“Yes, normally they are contained in a bra, so I was surprised. Sorry, but I’m a guy. I’m gonna stare at your boobs if you’re gonna be showing me them.” She swats me away when I reach for one.
“Hey, no touching the goods until I see what you’re packing for me.” She doesn’t have to tell me twice to take my shorts off. I strip in record time. She’s just got her socks on as she stands there naked. She giggles.
“What do you think?” I wave my hand over my body. Wiggle a little to show her the goods. She shakes her head.
“Are you always excited to see me… or was it the boobs?” I reach for her and wrap my arms around her, swinging her around as I kiss her.
“Boobs.”
She shakes her head but grins up at me. “Boobs. You’re such a guy.” I shrug. What can I say? I like boobs. I grab her ass in my hand, and she squeaks.
“And asses.” Then I give it a little smack and she jumps. I grab her and pull her up into my arms as I climb into the spa and lower her between my legs.
“Mmm… I need this. God, this is perfect.” She rolls her neck around and I massage her. Rubbing my thumbs into the knots she has.
“You need better posture when you’re working.” Mila turns and kisses me. Her tongue meets mine and I moan. Forgetting about the massage and my hands travel to her breasts. Rubbing my thumbs over her nipples, her body presses into me. My cock is hard as I rub it against her ass. She spins and straddles me. Look down into my eyes. She bites her lip.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good Asher, you’re not gonna remember your name.”
I love when she’s wild and free like this.
“My name’s Asher… so you better get to work. All talk and no action.”
I slap her ass in the water, and she bucks into my cock. She runs her hands down my chest, her fingertips running over my abs until she reaches my cock. I hiss at the touch… God, her hand is so tiny wrapped around my cock. Make me look huge. She strokes me, and I moan. My head dropping back on the edge of the spa.
“That feels so good, Mila. Fuck, you always feel so good.”
I can feel her pussy rubbing against me too, and I grip her hips and rub her against my length. She moans as I hit her clit over and over. I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she arches her back as I nip and suck.
“Oh fuck, keep doing that. I’m close.”
I know those magic words… it literally means keep doing what I’m doing. Don’t stop, don’t change speed and keep the same pressure. Her body breaks out into goosebumps. The warm water and the cool air of the day mix with the pleasure.
“Come for me, Mila.” I suck her other nipple into my mouth, and she gasps. Her body stilling as she shudders. I hold her tight as reach down and rub her clit.
“Asher.” She whimpers as she collapses on my chest, a few aftershocks I let up on her. Rubbing her back in circles and kissing her head.
She pulls back and kisses me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she raises herself up over me. Pulling back, she looks down to where I’m stroking my cock to her.
She moves a little closer, and I notch myself at her entrance. She lowers herself. And we both groan. Fuck, she’s so perfect. She takes my lips again and I hold her ass as she slowly fucks herself against my cock. I want to take over, go harder and deeper, but I let Mila set the pace for now.
She moans, throwing her head back and riding me. God, I wish I could take a photo and show her how pretty she looks riding me.
“Fuck me.” She whispers into my ear, and I do. My hips piston up and I slam into her over and over. She moans loudly and I worry the neighbors might hear that. So, I slow down, rotate my hips and rock against her clit over and over until she gasps, and I can’t hold back.
“I’m. Gonna. Come.” I barely get out as my abs tighten and I thrust one last time. Coming with a deep groan, I cum deep inside her and shudder as she clenches around my cock and comes. We’re both breathing heavy, and I she collapses on my chest. I hug her tight to my chest and lower us deeper into the spa.
“Oh shit, that was so good. We need to come out here more when the parents aren’t around.”
She giggles.
“Water and sex don’t mix that well… but now I’m worried to get off your dick because what went up… must come down and I don’t want your cum all floating in the spa. That’s gross.”
Well, when she says it like that. It’s gross. I dint think about that. I just got excited to spend someone on one time with her. I lift her up and stand. My cock still buried deep inside her and I walk us to the towels. I grab one, trying to hold her to me and not let go. Wrap it around her shoulders and walk towards the house. Only my dick isn’t as hard now, and it slips out. And I can feel the tickle of my cum run down my balls and I stop.
Well… that’s the weirdest feeling I’ve ever had.
