Chapter Thirteen

Hallie

The shower was not prepared for my homecoming.

I was barely through the threshold of the apartment before my suitcases were being thrown at my side—ready to be unpacked after. My clothes were taken off piece by piece, tossed over my shoulder. I dove at my bedside table to retrieve the same rose that got the job done the last time. Now I was back in the shower, legs parted wide, hot water running down my thighs, and begging the toy to make me come and end my misery.

"Fuck, Mikah..." his name tumbled from my lips.

With one hand, the toy was pressed against my needy clit. The other was on the ground, trying to claw my way to the orgasm I'd been craving again since the elevator. This was not supposed to happen. The sex was not supposed to be that hot. The entire way home, I tried convincing myself that being a single bridesmaid, alcohol, and a lot of pent-up sexual tension was telling me it was better than it was.

But it was so good.

Fucking on an elevator, the possibility of being caught... it unleashed something in me. Porn had told me I enjoyed certain kinks, but experiencing one was something else. I now felt like an addict, needing a fix. That fix was downstairs, tending a bar with no idea I was using the shower we shared to come while screaming his name.

And I was so close to doing just that.

Toes curled, the temperature rose, my knees wobbled, my eyes pressed shut as tightly as they could. And then it happened. An orgasm ripped its way from deep in my core. My head dropped back and held the toy as long as I could, determined to keep coming as long as possible. I'd needed this all day, and I was going to make it worth it.

"Yes, Mikah..." My hips rode the toy until I couldn't take it anymore. I let go of it, allowing it to roll around on the shower floor.

I released a heavy breath, trying to calm myself and the buzz of every inch of my skin. When I opened my flickered open, that breath hitched in my throat. From outside the shower, Mikah towered above me, leaning one hand into the exterior shower wall and holding the shower door open with the other. His greedy eyes lit my skin ablaze again. He took in every inch of me—his jaw tight and his nostrils flaring with each breath he took. He heard me saying his name, and while I should have been embarrassed and trying to cover myself, I knew by the way he was watching I was doing exactly what he wanted.

"The bar..." I barely got the words out before he was pulling at the collar of his dress shirt.

"Can wait," he said, finishing my thought. Buttons flew and dropped to the shower floor, revealing the toned muscles of his stomach. "Do it again."

The heat had to be getting to me. It was some sort of post-orgasm daze, because I could have sworn he was asking me to make myself come again.

"I want to watch how you come when I'm not around to see it, Tipsy. You just came for me, and I didn't get a say in it."

My knees closed as I giggled, and I pushed my wet hair out of my face. "You think you get a say?"

With a smirk that made me wet all over again, he leaned into the shower and picked up the toy that was still spinning around. His cock was bulging from his pants as he did, and we both knew I was face to face with it. I lifted my hand to touch it, but he stopped my hand by taking it with his. The toy was placed into my palm, where he used his thumb against mine to turn the vibration to the highest setting. I could barely hold it as he used it to part my legs and guided it to my sex. My hips thrust upward as I released a scream—I was too sensitive from just using it—but he held my hand there until my hips began to slowly roll into the toy again.

I moaned, gazing up at him to find he was watching without blinking. Mikah released my hand and stood again. Droplets of the shower water ran down his skin until it hit the belt he was unfastening. Was he going to take me in our shower? Would he bend me over the sink? This water was hot, but the unknown was hotter. And seeing him this time? Oof.

"Mikah..."

I started to lift the toy, but he lifted a single finger to stop me. "You're going to hold it right there."

"But you already watched me come on this."

"Yeah," he agreed, dropping his pants and boxers to reveal an impressively girthy cock. My pussy spasmed at the sight of it. Mikah stroked himself slowly, looking me dead in the eyes as he did. "This time, you're going to watch me come, Tipsy."

I couldn't help it. I bit my lip at the thought of it. "Seriously?"

"Show me how you make that pussy come when you're all alone in our apartment, Hal. But you're not closing those eyes this time. You're going to watch my cock the entire time."

Jesus. This was dirty... and I was enjoying every second. I pressed the toy back to my clit, only to scream and lift it again. The vibration was too much. I disobeyed and tossed it back to the shower floor. Mikah's temper flared momentarily, but quickly changed his tune when he watched me suck two fingers for a few seconds before forcing my pussy to take them.

"Fuck, Hal." He growled and stroked himself again.

I'd never done anything like this before. Both of us were naked, going at ourselves at the same speed. If I slowed, his hand did the same. But I didn't want it slow, and I knew from the elevator that it's not what he needed either. This wasn't passion or anything related to it. We were horny for each other—simple as that. I increased my speed, fucking my fingers and crying out for Mikah as if he was the one inside of me. The sounds that came from him were the sexiest noises I'd ever heard, and watching the way his lips parted to make them made me want him more.

I was close. So close. The way Mikah's abdomen was flexing with each heated breath, and the way the veins of his cock were so rigid in his hand, I knew he was on the brink too. Part of me didn't want it to end. I was loving the way he used his pointer finger to tease his crown, and it made me want to flick my tongue against that very spot. Looking up at him standing tall above me, his dick hard for me and in his fist, being yanked and ready to blow, I couldn't take it...

"Mikah!" I screamed as my hips thrashed in his direction.

"Jesus, fuck, Hallie!"

Hot cum shot across my belly, then my neck, and eventually across my chin and cheek as Mikah groaned with each one. His hand slowed, but didn't stop, in the same way that my fingers now slowly teased my pussy. I couldn't help it; I ran my hand my hand up to my stomach and collected his cum. I returned it to my pussy, where I slowly circled my clit with its warmth as he eagerly watched. When I was done, I returned my fingers to my mouth to taste what I'd done to him.

Mikah's head shook as he smiled, and I couldn't help but to giggle. We just did something absolutely filthy and barely touched.

Mutual masturbation... cross that off the bucket list.

***

Returning to work and school following vacation was brutal. My head didn't want to return to the mundane grind of studying and tests. Twice I'd been called on in chemistry, only to be humiliated by not knowing what the question was. There was too much in my head to focus on the periodic table of elements. There was Sloan... who was now a newlywed and several months pregnant. We didn't get to speak much about her dad, and for that, I was grateful. I became awkward every time someone brought his name up. The holiday season was coming up, and it was my least favorite time of year. It meant a lot of trips home, and a lot of anxiety-filled time with Rick and Jodi. Walking into work was its own source of stress, because I wasn't sure if my patients would still be there when I returned. Thankfully, everyone was accounted for. And there was Mikah... who had my head spinning every time he came to mind.

I didn't understand how I could hate someone and enjoy their dick so much at the same time. He was incredibly frustrating. While I promised myself it wouldn't happen again, it didn't mean I could get last night out of my head. In fact, I'd been trying to get my work rounds done as quickly as I could to add an entry about last night.

The blog had taken off. I'd been avoiding the analytics page and kept my hopes for success with it low, but the number of comment notifications I was receiving had significantly increased since I'd posted about my vacation romp with my roommate. People enjoyed sex. They enjoyed toys. But the kinks... that was something I'd always kept to myself. Being a very sexual person, those thoughts were always in my head, but they stayed there. Putting them out there for anyone to read was scary, but also thrilling? It was like telling strangers of all the dirty thoughts in my head was its own kink. And readers were more than willing to share their own kinky fantasies in their responses. Every time I crossed something off my sex-themed bucket list, I was adding two more. And I couldn't lie that my body wasn't enjoying Mikah's attention, because it was like his was reading my mind.

After arguing with Harold about having his beer before dinner, I finally got the break I desperately needed. I told my readers everything... Mikah making me come in front of him as he jacked off above me. My new obsession with his cock (now that I could actually see it), and how badly I wanted to suck him off as we played with ourselves. The post was barely alive for five minutes and it already was flooded with comments by readers telling me how hot they found it. It just added to my want for further sexual liberation. I was letting my freak fly and enjoying every moment.

As I scrolled through new and old comments, the screen lit up with a message from Sloan. Now that Ollie was on board with parenting, Sloan wasted no time in sending various neutral color swatches for nursery paint. Before I could answer which of the three shades of beige I liked most, she responded that she'd solved the issue by choosing gray, but also stated she'd need my help to paint tonight. I really didn't get the chance to respond before she was informing me she'd pick me up from the nursing home on her way home from the hardware store.

The entire way to the house, I thought she was going to turn around and go back for the beige. Quick thinking and knowing my best friend better than anyone, I shot Ollie a text saying he needed to like the gray. Once Sloan heard Ollie's thoughts, we were back to gray—that could easily be accented with other colors once the baby came. This was the only night off Sloan had for the next week, and she was determined to get the nursery started. I painted, and she made me food, which I found fair. I was obsessed with her mac and cheese, and she knew I'd do anything for it.

"You missed a spot." Sloan pointed to the area where the ceiling met the wall.

It was more than a spot. I was too short to do the edging without getting gray paint on the white ceiling. The step stool I'd been given to assist was on the sketchy side, but I knew Sloan would climb it if I didn't. That cute baby bump wasn't going anywhere near the paint or the stool.

I sighed. "Yeah. I saved that for last."

I was feeling the exhaustion of the day as I re-climbed onto the stool. It wobbled beneath my feet, but I found I could shift my weight to steady it. I was handed my cup of paint with the brush by Sloan before she disappeared with the sound of Ollie coming home from work. That told me we were nearing midnight, and I still had to edge the entire ceiling.

There were multiple voices in the kitchen—more than just Ollie and Sloan—as I glided the brush against the top of the wall. My hand was shaky, so I took my sweet time. There was no way I wanted to come back here and have to touch up spots on the ceiling. And as I finished up the first section of what I could reach, I overheard Ollie mention his car not starting, calling a tow truck, and needing a ride home.

Bummer, I thought, knowing that money would be tighter with a baby coming. Especially after just having a wedding in Mexico.

"Hal!" Sloan called from the kitchen. "You're off the hook for the ceiling. Ollie said he'd finish so that Mikah could drive you home instead of me."

I stilled. Clearly, I hadn't heard her correctly. "Say that again?"

"Painting is not your forte, Tipsy. You have more in your hair than you do on that wall."

My stomach clenched as I swiveled to see Mikah standing in the nursery's doorway, dressed in the same all-black uniform I'd watched him strip off the night before. The shift of my weight on the stool was a mistake, and it shook uncontrolled beneath me. Before my ass could hit the floor, Mikah had one arm around my waist, pulling me off of the death trap and managing to stop the cup of paint from spilling with his free hand.

"I had it," I said, shaking him off before Sloan or Ollie could walk in and question us being so close.

"Yeah. Really looked like it. You want a ride or not? I'm leaving before they con me into finishing that paint or hanging a light fixture."

I slapped his chest as I walked past, ensuring it left a gray handprint. "Ready when you are, chief."

"You are such a pain in the ass."

"Pot, meet kettle."

"Would it kill you two to get along for one car ride?" Ollie asked of his brother as we strolled past.

"Yes," we both answered in unison.

Mikah and I shared a glance. One that found that shared answer oddly cute and majorly annoying. He spun his keys around his finger before rolling his eyes to Ollie. It was easy to upkeep our dislike of one another. Too easy.

Sloan hugged and thanked us both before we exited the living room to their porch. Mikah's truck was parked directly behind Sloan's car. Even though it was dark, he circled Sloan's vehicle before returning to his truck.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure her tires have enough air."

I paused for a second. That was actually very sweet of him. I looked from the car and back to him before he tossed his arms up, as if to ask silently what I was waiting for.

"Have you ever checked my car's tires?"

He slid into his driver's seat and slammed the truck door before saying, "no."

I giggled as I took my spot. "Liar."

I could tell just by the way he wouldn't let me see his face as he answered. With a shaking head, he started the vehicle and pulled us onto the lane that would take us back to the main road. There was no light to guide us other than the truck's high beams. As Mikah struggled to find his way off the lane upon entering the wooded area near its end, I fiddled with his radio until I found some 80's pop music.

"Hell no."

"What?"

"Put my rock music back."

"Gross. No."

He reached for the radio dial, but I slapped his hand down, preventing him from changing Cyndi Lauper to some god-awful band that screams instead of singing. There were quite a few attempts that lead to more slapping and pushing, and lots of laughter before ultimately Mikah slammed the truck into park. It wasn't because he was mad. It wasn't because I was driving him crazy. It was because we were alone. And while left unattended, there was this shift in the air.

I couldn't get the seatbelt off fast enough. And once it was off, my pants were next. Mikah was still shimmying his pants and boxers off as I kneeled on the bench seat. I crawled my way to him and straddled him, taking his erect cock and realizing just how wet I already was for him. He stretched me perfectly, causing me to cry out in pleasure.

"Get loud, Hallie." Mikah grabbed my hips firmly. He lifted them slightly before thrusting upwards into me at the same time his hands would pull me back into him. It was rough in the best way possible. And every time we collided, we both were moaning. I did as I was told. I held nothing back as we fucked—every noise that came out of me was for him and only for him.

He came deep within me in minutes, but he didn't stop. He just changed up our rhythm so I could grind into him and come myself. And when I did, letting out a scream that was so loud I wondered if Sloan and Ollie would hear it, I just about went through his damn roof. We sat there, panting, trying to catch our breath.

"What are we doing?" I asked him, seeing the same confusion on his face that I was feeling.

He pressed his lips to my collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave his mark. The spot burned as he pulled away from it, but then he pressed his lips to it in a kiss. "Just having some fun."

He kissed his way up my neck, peppering kisses along my jawline until he was at my chin. He was still throbbing inside of me and making me a damn mess with his mouth. His lips reached for mine, but my hand cut him off before they connected.

"Fun, Mikah," I stressed the word. "We fool around. We fuck. But you treat me like every other girl that you bring into that apartment. No kissing... your rules." He was still Mikah Mulligan... and that was the last person I was going to let break my heart. Hearts weren't on the table. Fucking was.

Mikah grinned. "Perfect. Let's have some fun, Tipsy."