Hey guys thanks for hanging on with me for my first fanfic. My new Beta and I have gone over a lot of the story and we are revising a lot of it. So feel free to reread these last two chapters before going on to the next one :)
I've been hanging out with Mike for the past few weeks and it's actually been really nice, we talk about life and what we're going to do after graduation. After that kiss we hadn't kissed again. Right now were sort of just friends, I think he understands. However when I come home at night I still get night terrors, nothing can really help that….I wake up screaming in the middle of the night. Only to wake up to nothing but the darkness of my room. Why? I wish I could just forget about them. They're long gone to Italy, maybe Alaska. All i know is that its far from here and Edward would never come back to this part of the world.
I stay in bed staring at my fingers in the dark, i know my alarm clock is going to go off soon so i turn it off before it even sounds my alarm. Charlie has already left so I strip to nothing and go to the bathroom with a towel. The warm water that i turn it to, feels like fire against my frozen skin. I'm just cold inside and out aren't i? My hair has grown a lot since he's left, its down to the bottom of my back now. I wonder if he would like it? There i go again, thinking about Edward Cullen. I know he's not thinking about me so why do i even bother.
Once I get dressed and eat a granola bar for breakfast, I lock the house and head to my truck. I try starting it but it won't so i call up a tow truck and while they take it to the garage to get it fixed I call up Mike to come pick me up. Within fifteen minutes he showed up and it brought a gleaming smile to my face.
Trying not to trip I walk slowly to his car and get in. My heart skipped a little as he looked at me with his intense icy blue eyes.
"How are you today Bells?" he asked with a grin.
"I was doing pretty alright until my truck stopped working. Anyways, what should we do today?" i asked as i buckled my seat-belt.
"i thought maybe we could go down to Port Angeles to look at some Antique stores and music shops, then maybe afterwards to La Push to swim or something?" He looked at me hopeful that i agreed with his plans, in fact i did agree and it sounded like fun."yeah of course it sounds like its going to be a fun day." I smiled then grabbed a hold of his hand for a second.
We took off to Port Angeles listening to Abbey Road and i stared out the window and grinned staring at the beautiful green landscape of trees and and grass. "Honestly i would rather be right here then anywhere else in the world." I whispered to myself, and it was a truthful statement. I live in a beautiful place and just because Edward left, it doesn't make it any less gorgeous.
We arrived and hit up a few local antique and thrift shops. Mike bought me a swim suit, despite my obvious declines. Bell's, just let me get it for you. S'not like you have one.After a frustrated grunt from me, and a charming infectious grin on his part, I let him buy me the flimsy two piece. Aside from the swimsuit, he went along and purchased some records from the music store they had conveniently next door. I repressed snorting at his quirky grunts and childish expressions as he browsed the various titles of vintage musicians. Watching him from afar, I found myself really admiring his childish antics.
We migrated shortly after, with Mike proudly clutching an assorted stack of various vinyls that he'd taken his time searching for. "Damn, didn't think I'd be finding so much gold in one place." He said with a lopsided smile. I couldn't help but mirror his expression, his smiles were beginning to really grow on me.
We walked beside one another on the cracked pavement silently, and his arm would occasionally brush against mine softly. My eyes slid around to drink up the scenery, a previously cloudy opaque sky seemed to lighten significantly allowing only thin rays of sunshine to peek through. I tried my best to ignore the lingering looks cast my way by the tall blonde beside me, instead settling them on the clear glass of a jewelry store displaying only gaudy elegant pieces of accessories. Skimming my eyes briefly through the display, I wondered how anyone could afford such trivial things.
My feet carried me to an unknown destination before I found myself casually strolling through a glass door. Only when the chime of a bell that hung over the door 'clung' did I break from my momentary trance like state. A waft of incense and polish invaded my senses immediately just as I came to a complete stop.
I cast Mike a glance and he shot me back a quizzical expression before we turned back to the unknown place I'd wondered into. The shop in short words was beautiful. On the walls hung handmade dream catchers and wind chimes made up of various different beautiful gems and feathers. Along other walls were breathtaking tapestries displaying vivid art ranging from astrological signs, to a band of horses running to a wild meadow. Mike seemed just as interested as I, curiously eyeing every delicately hand carved wooden figurine with the utmost interest.
I looked over my shoulder when Mikes voice suddenly broke through the silence."Definitely need one of these puppies, don't you think Bell's?" He asked lifting a tall jagged spear nearly reaching the top of his head. I couldn't hold back the bubbling laughter as he began displaying mock battle stance.
"I don't really think it's your- um style." I replied with a grin. His lips quirked up into a boyish grin before he retorted.
"Seriously? I think I could bring these things into style," He continued displaying a skilled thrust outward in mock stabbing motion. "I'd definitely feel safer walking outside. Ain't no bear coming near me." He said no longer sounding as cheery as before. My eyes watched the twist of spear in the end thrusting outward dangerously. For some reason his words had brought a sense of uneasiness over me. That wouldn't protect anyone...I thought pushing back images of the dance studio and James from my mind.
Continuing our small tour through the store, I silently awe'd at the handmade jewelry dangling on a rack. Soft guitar music strummed over an invisible source, and with Mike following suit, I narrowed my gaze on the counter display case where inside a few colorful glass pipes peaked my interest. I knew what they were for, but as my eyes remained settled on the small mushroom shaped objects, I felt an impulse to buy one.
Once the store attendant made an appearance, emerging from the backroom of the store, he politely nodded his head when I asked to see a certain pipe. Eyeing the fairly sized item in my hand. I admired the colorful speckles littering every glass bowl. Finally I decided on an affordable cosmic colored one, and after bashfully showing the clerk my awkwardly taken I.D. I inwardly smiled at the thought of putting it to good use.
As we exited the store, a gust of cold moist air hit my face prickling my exposed bits. I figured Mike didn't seem to mind, he had been here longer than me after all. Approaching his parked car, we nearly collided when his lean arm darted out suddenly to clasp around the door handle. "S'alright, I got it." He said with a warm smile.
Sidestepping, I plopped on the passenger seat and tilted my head to the side as Mike leaned onto the surface of the car with a grin in place. "Didn't think you smoked Bells," He said in a playful tone. "You thinking about coming to the dark side?" He shot me a flirty wink before throwing his head back to chuckle. I didn't miss the twinkle in his eye nor the way his lower lip seemed to lodge itself briefly between his pearly white canines. Suddenly realizing I was staring, I perked up and narrowed my gaze.
Watching him through heavy lashes, I voiced my reply. "I-I've always sort of wanted to try, I- maybe it would relax me." His expression softened and I knew he understood why I was set on desperately finding something to ease my mind, if only for a little while.
Once he rounded the front of the car, he fell into the plush seat beside me. Keys in hand, he stabbed a key into the ignition and revved up the engine, bringing the whole vehicle to life. The faint smell of leather lingered in the air, mixed with Mike's own musky scent.
His piano fingers tapped against the steering wheel and his mouth moved wording out lyrics to a song he didn't vocalize. When we came to a stop once the light changed from green to red, he turned his cheeky grin in my direction. In this light, I couldn't help but admire the way his coal colored t-shirt seemed to bring out the hues in his eyes. " So Bells, I mean if you really wanna try to smoke," His mouth stretched into a Cheshire grin. "I may or may not have some weed back at my pad." He seemed to be searching my face for an answer before I hesitantly nodded.
Twisting the wheel a bit, he looked forward and pursed his lips together to continue on. "However kiddo, I don't want you to do something you aren't comfortable doing." He shot me a sideways glance, and I ignored the kiddo comment when suddenly his words sank in.
"Wait- Mike you smoke?" I couldn't help but laugh. I certainly never thought I'd hear Mike and smoke in the same sentence, he was a golden boy after all. Wasn't he? Giving it more thought I realized that there really wasn't a whole lot I knew about Mike. I had just assumed what kind of person he was without really knowing the truth.
With a sad smile, he stared forward and I could tell he seemed to be thinking about something but holding his tongue. "I smoke because it calms me down," He replied softly. "I mean its herbal so I know I'll be fine for the most part," Biting his lip he continued. "Sometimes I just need to relax and let everything around me disappear. Just don't tell anyone, I mean your father is Chief of police here, I don't want my face blown off if he finds out his sweet Bella dabbled into drugs. I need to keep up the good influence image." That familiar grin formed on his face and the once troubled expression faded. As he finished his explanation he shot confident wink my way and I just chuckled.
La push was warm but gloomy today which was fine with me. "I'm gonna change into my swim suit, if you don't mind driving around for a little bit while i get it on? I will be quick and no looking in the back seat please." I climbed back there and he agreed he wouldn't look back. Which he kept his word all through my struggles with the swim suit pieces, he even asked if i needed help. Which i did but i really didn't want him coming back here with me being half naked.
"I'm done, gosh that took forever." I huffed in annoyance, blowing a stray lock of chestnut hair away from my line of sight. Mike only replied with hearty laugh and pulled into a vacant parking spot.
"Don't you have to get into your swim trunks kiddo?" I asked with a cheeky grin of my own. His mouth upturned and he wordlessly exited the vehicle and answered my question with the swift removal of his shirt. First of all I hadn't noticed earlier, but he was already wearing swim trunks, and second of all, Mike Newton had a faded six pack that I couldn't help but admire secretly. Noticing my lingering gaze at the toned expanse of his sun kissed body, I slowly lifted my gaze and met his blushing face. Face flushing from embarrassment after having ogled for far too long, I decided on spur of the moment to break the ice with a soft but sudden shove at his shoulder. Oh, firm. I mentally smiled. "You're it!" I shouted childishly before dashing to the sparkling shore.
I got the lead by cheating, obviously, and in the distance I could hear him closing in on me. I let out an alarmed yelp when two muscular arms slid around my bare waist and I found my body being hoisted up over a broad smooth shoulder. An overwhelming bubble of laughter overwhelmed me and I playfully thrashed in his strong hold flinching with every fresh bead of water that splashed upward.
"The water is f-freezing." I told him through chattering teeth. Mike swam close to me and held me closely, warm heat radiated from him and I nuzzled face cheek against his bare chest selfishly basking in his warmth. What was I doing here? I thought feeling completely confused. Why does it feel like I'm betraying someone? The bitter thought lingered and I found myself feeling oddly at unease. Inhaling the sweet mixture of ocean water and that familiar scent of Mike. Moving my gaze upward I just stared at the sky faintly blue sky mildly invaded by a flock of flying birds making their way in the opposite direction. Closing my eyes, I listened to the sounds of the water meeting shore and the sounds of laughter in the distance from children playing carelessly. A small smile formed on my lips and I felt a sudden sense of peace overcome me.
"Bella Swan?" A familiar voice suddenly chimed in. My eyes opened and I turned around to meet a familiar set of onyx orbs, Jacob. It dawned on me suddenly how I'd been positioned and I felt a vivid blush begin to creep on my cheeks. Feeling like I'd just been caught doing something I shouldn't have, I struggled in Mike's hold before breaking free. Involuntarily I let out a stunned gasp just before lurching away from a confused blonde, and swimming to shore.
"J-Jake? oh my gosh you cut your hair, and got a tattoo?" I laughed uneasily, and sensed that it must have been pretty apparent in my shaky statement. I could feel Mike's gaze on me but I ignored it, only hurrying over to my childhood friend to trap him in a warm hug. Pressing against the dark haired male, we both shared a friendly smile in silence.
Just over my shoulder I heard Mike cough in the background, "Oh- Jacob, this is Mike Newton, he's a good friend of mine." I smiled up at my much taller dark eyed friend just as we pulled away from our embrace. The sound of smooth rocks scraping over one another, I heard Mike approach. When the tall blonde stood just at my side, he sported his usual friendly smile before holding out his hand for Jacob to shake. The moment to say the least, was incredibly awkward.
A heavy silence settled over our group as Mike remained with hand outstretched and Jacob merely blinking down at the appendage. A few moment's ticked by before Mike got the idea and warily dropped his hand at his side, while Jacob turned his attention to me.
"I have to go, but I really hope we can hangout sometime and catch up, maybe over dinner or something?" He smiled toothily and wrapped his arms around my lanky form in a brief exchange of affection.
I couldn't really seem to find the right words, but, "I mean yeah, maybe. I'll just call sometime and we can talk." Another toothy smile that exposed carnivorous canines was shot at me, and I smiled back politely.
One last glance my way, with a little glare towards the silent blue eyed male just at my side, and he ran off towards a group of dark haired boy's engaged in their own boisterous conversation. Each of the male's in his group had similar appearances; beautifully caramel colored skin and washboard abs that put Levi models to shame.
I was broken from my reverie when Mike suddenly let out a laugh, "Maybe they're all late for a photo shoot." I couldn't help but cast him a smile, he seemed to have gotten over the handshake rejection. Conversing as we headed back for the car just up the slope, I felt gazes nearly burning holes in my back, and I noticed the slight uneasy expression on Mikes face letting me know he felt the same.
On our way to his house we stopped at a small burger joint when my stomach decided to suddenly announce its state of hunger. We ate along the way, me tearing away my french fries from within his reach every time he'd creep a stray hand my way in hopes of stealing away some food. Leaning onto the cushion of the seat, I contently released a relaxed breath. Mike seemed just as content as me, his playful demeanor never wavering. "So," He said stretching out the o's in so. "My dad won't be home tonight because of a date he has, and I hope that doesn't bother you." He cast a sideways glance my way with a golden with a fry lodged between his lips.
"Well," I thought for a moment, feeling a bit hesitant with this new information. "Um- we've been alone in the house together." I replied simply. An upward quirk just at the corner of his mouth tilted his lips before he reached for another stolen fry (the last one) and continued driving.
When we got close to his house I actually paid it some attention. Mike's home was somewhat predictably sized for he and his father. A lush green lawn, courtesy of the Washington rain, one tall proud tree standing alone with a few leaves scattered around the ground, and finally a clean cut house with two floors. As he pulled into the drive, I admired how well kept it appeared from the outside.
"C'mon, I'll give you the grand tour this time." He said killing the engine and ripping open the door. I followed behind as we walked up the stone steps, my eyes adjusting to their new surroundings.
We stood momentarily at the door as he struggled to find the appropriate key that fit. Finally finding it, he twisted it in his hand and pushed open the glass door. We both entered.
"So, here we got the kitchen." Mike pointed to the room just at my left. I briefly glanced over at the room, noticing a a granite top island sensibly fit for a small family, and stainless steel pots and pans dangling just over it.
"And over there- that's the living room." My eyes swept over to the next room, where a faux black leather couch was settled just before a large flat screen television set that was mounted on the wall. Mike watched me as I familiarized myself with his home.
He led me up the wooden staircase and came to a stop just at a door. Turning his back to the closed door, he wore another cheeky grin. Hand enclosed over the shiny doorknob, he watched me with intense cornflower blue eyes. "And this, miss Bella Swan, is my room."
I rolled my eyes at his dramatic display I know this, and followed him inside.
"Sorry bout' the mess, I didn't really think you'd want to come over." He said in an amused tone just as he began pulling a few articles of clothing off his bed. I didn't mind the 'mess' my room wasn't any better.
I walked over to the edge of his bed and sat down with smack back to the ash colored upholstered headboard, while Mike seemed to be looking intently around his room for something.
"S' around here somewhere." He said darting his aquamarine eyes across his cluttered desk and dresser frantically.
As he settled for rummaging through a shelve in his dresser, I admired the way his plain cotton shirt stretched over every rippling muscle on his shoulders and lower back.
"Want some help?" I asked hesitantly, still watching the back of his arm muscles flex slightly as they dug through the shelf noisily.
Mike looked over his shoulder with crooked grin. "Nah, I got it." He stated holding up a small bag of herbs to wiggle around.
I scooted aside just as he decided to join me on the bed. "Well lets light up, shall we?" He said sounding a bit excited.
I watched Mike begin to pack the bowl, his blue eyes looking at the herbs closely as he began to break the green clumps into smaller nuggets.
"So," He commented biting his lip as he remained completely focused on the task. "Bells, if you ever want to try packing this beauty right here," He gestured to the glass pipe. "Remember to pull the stems and seeds out." I smiled a bit listening to him school me on packing weed correctly, he'd definitely done this before.
Nodding my head as I took note of his words, I suddenly started to feel overwhelming nervousness and anxiousness alike begin to bubble up inside me. I was afraid truthfully, Edward was against any sort of recreational drugs. And I suppose if he ever found out about it, he wouldn't be so happy.
Once Mike finished, a flash of satisfaction formed on his face, before he grinned up at my curious gaze.
"You wanna go first?" He asked offering the ready pipe. I looked down at the few grams of herb in the bowl nervously. Was I really going to go through with this?
As I considered, I felt a calloused hand lightly fall over mine. Looking up, I met brilliant blue eyes and soft dimples. From our distance, I could really make out more prominent features about Mike Newton. Like how his blonde hair had light strands of red in them, or how his blue eyes had soft flecks of green in them that one could only ever notice if you really looked into them. He wasn't perfect, no. He had a bump at the bridge of his nose where you could tell he'd gotten into his fair share of fights, and his smile always lifted higher on the right side of his face. But as I continued to drink in his features, I realized that those imperfections about Mike were what made him who he was.
"I'm not forcing you to do anything Bella. You don't have to if you don't wanna'." Mike's voice was softer as he said this and I felt a pang in my chest when I thought of how kind he'd been to me lately.
I'd never really been a good friend to him, or really anyone else for the matter.
The constriction in my chest eased a bit, when his hand squeezed mine reassuringly.
"I don't know how." I said sounding oddly robotic, and feeling uncomfortably inexperienced.
Mike's head fell back just a bit and a few blonde strands fell over his forehead, he released a throaty chuckled that I thought sounded far too adorable. "I'll teach you if you want." He said in that soft tone again.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to try, don't laugh." I said pointedly. His hands came up in mock defense just as he reached back to whip out a black lighter.
"So I s'ppose I should give a demonstration, then you do the same." He lifted the edge of the bowl to his mouth and lifted the lighter just over the bud and let the flame sit briefly as his fingers plugged the two holes on the sides of the pipe. I watched him, somewhat fascinated as he inhaled sharply with eyes closed, and exhaled a large cloud of smoke through both nostrils.
The smoked immediately reached me and I held back a soft cough. Mike only smiled and handed me the pipe, placing it manually in my hand, his larger hand wrapped over mine. "Wanna take a hit Bell?" He asked with glassy blue eyes. The smell was strong on his breath, but somehow… I liked it.
"Y-yeah, okay." I stuttered out sheepishly. Mike's hand remained in place, and together we guided the blunt tip of the pipe to my lips. With our fingers over the same two plugs on the sides, Mike lifted the lighter once again and repeated the process. The herb burned lightly and i inhaled much like he had, feeling the smoke reach my lungs instantly.
The foreign feeling caught me by surprise and I flinched just as a painful cough reached my throat and burned wildly. My eyes pinkened as I wracked with uncontrollable coughing. Mike's only response was a soft rub on my back, his hand rhythmically patting and rubbing as I struggled to regain some sort of composure.
Once I'd stopped coughing, I forced out a smile. There were tingles at the back of my throat and the tears that formed around my eyes dried.
"S-sorry." I croaked out rubbing the outside of my throat to try and ease the tingling.
"Don't worry 'bout it. S' your first time, so I won't hold it against you." He teased amusingly.
Feeling a bit peeved for his comment, I retaliated with a playful punch to his shoulder.
"Ow, What the hell?!" He asked rubbing the sore red spot on his shoulder with a smile plastered on his face.
My only response was childishly sticking my tongue out.
Mike's smile stretched a bit wider and he poked his own tongue out in a similar childish display.
"You wanna listen to some music?" He asked sounding a bit more mellow. I leaned my body father back once my lids began to feel a bit heavier.
"Yeah, s-sure." I hollered back lowly, starting to feel oddly weightless.
"How- how bout' some..." He never finished his sentence as he pulled out a record from it's slip.
I tore my eyes away from his frame to stare at the tiny bubbles Mike's solitary fish exhaled. Oh what's it's name? Balthus? No- that's not it Belathor?
After a moment of wondering what the small creature's name was, I felt the mattress dip a bit under Mike's weight and the soft whistle at the intro of a song begin to play.
Ah, Oasis. I thought with a smile.
"Wanna take another one?" He asked lazily.
"Okay." I said feeling far more mellowed out than I had only moments before.
Mike brought the pipe up midway, before stopping. I looked at him a bit confused as to why he stopped.
"Can I try something?"
"Am I going to regret it?" I asked lifting a brow.
He grinned. Oh, that really reassuring.
"Depends really." He said lifting the glass pipe to his mouth.
"You jerk," I said shoving him slightly. "You already had a turn." He inhaled sharply and I watched him keep in the smoke without release. Mike shifted his body closer, and I stiffened at the sudden close proximity.
Bringing his mouth closer, I opened, about to speak when he released yet another opaque cloud that went directly to my lungs.
What surprised me was his bluntness as well as the way I hadn't coughed violently. Watching him through thick lashes, I noted the foreign expression on his face. He was watching me with so much intensity that I squirmed a bit in my spot.
"I guess that works too." I offered shyly.
"Sorry for that," He said pulling back to sit in his respectable spot. "S' just, I thought maybe it'd be better if you didn't take a direct hit."
My cheeks burned hotly, and I squirmed again. "Well- I didn't mind."
Another grin and he leaned onto the headboard.
The night wore on, and we found ourselves on his bed, flat on our backs uncontrollably laughing about nothing and everything all together underneath a floating layer of potent smoke.
"So let me get this straight," I added holding back a soft giggle that wanted to erupt. "You were forced to do gymnastics since the first grade?" Mike's shoulder brushed mine softly and he reddened a bit.
"Oh god," He chuckled. "Yup, it was sort of mandatory. My dad's kind of always made me do sports since I was just a kid."
I imagined little Mike in a leotard, then older Mike in one also. Unable to resist, I let out a soft laugh at the images that popped up in my head.
Then shortly after I felt a ticklish graze just under my bare foot where Mike had teasingly raked his nail across sensitive skin. Arching my back, I erupted into another fit of giggles.
He only laughed along, and my own sounds seemed to serve as fuel for his fierce tickling.
"No- NO!" I barked out thrashing when he wiggled his fingers just along the tender places under my rib cage. "No, Mike. Ah! Help!" I giggled out in segments.
He continued tormenting me with tickles until I began snorting like I always had when I was a child. "What do I get in return?" He asked teasingly.
Still thrashing wildly against him, It didn't take me but a second to reply. "A kiss." I said in a breathy tone.
His eyes seemed to darken in response to my words, and wordlessly he leaned down to capture my lips with his once his fingers stopped their movements.
The kiss at first, was soft and very tender. And as our lips remained connected, I felt his hot tongue sweep along the seam of my lips for entry. Obliging to his unspoken request, he hurriedly deepened the once chaste kiss with a head tilt and the soft stroke of his tongue against mine.
Lost in the heated moment without a thought or care in the world besides kissing this man, I shyly touched my tongue with his until gradually they moved in rhythm with one another. My face by now must have been the color of a ripe strawberry, and as my half lidded eyes briefly edged open, I noticed Mike's own face was tinged pink as well.
I rogue moan escaped me, and I almost pulled away when it caught me by surprise. "Sor-"
Mike cut me off just as I was about to apologize. For what though? I hadn't had the slightest clue.
"Shh," He whispered against my lips just as he pulled away briefly.
Yanking me forward, I let out an alarmed gasp when I found myself laying over Mike Newton's body. He smiled up at me, and I bashfully turned my beet red face away to hide my embarrassment.
"Mike," I panted out softly. Our eyes were connected and his hungry gaze rove up and down my body in a manner that brought the middle of my panties to dampen more than they already were.
"Tell me you don't want this Bella," Mike breathed out in husky tone. "Say you don't want me." He said gripping my thighs and grinding our clothed middles together unbearably sending jolts straight to my center.
I bit my lower lip when the friction brought a series of tingles all over my heated body. And without saying the words he plead for me to say, only let out a soft mewl. He made a sound that sounded like a raspy grunt when a particular thrust, rubbed his rigged member along a sweet spot.
I adored the way his hands were gentle and rough all at once. Moving against one another for a moment longer, I felt him slowly guiding my lithe body over his hardened form.
The thinness of my leggings did nothing to keep the friction of his jean covered erection from deliciously brushing against me.
"Oh, fuck." He cursed lowly. Swiftly sitting up, he moved his hands up my spine and pulled me closer to bring his mouth against mine.
My hands found their places just at the bottom seam of his shirt, before they crept under the cloth and slid along the lines of his abdomen.
"You're so beautiful," He murmured against my mouth. And I continued rocking myself over him to meet his movements halfway.
When his mouth ripped away from mine, we both let out soft gasps.
Heat formed at my belly when Mike began to rock me harder. "Oh god, Mi-" I gasped out feeling the heat build up more intensely.
He grunted heavily thrusting his jean covered center against me in a mimic of sexual actions.
One hand cupped the curve of my back, stroking the peaking flesh with a coarse thumb. While the other remained supporting my shoulders when his mouth began to trail over my collar.
Licking and sucking, his mouth did wonders to the heat that was forming at my core. And the sounds he would occasionally make wouldn't help my predicament either.
It's only when I felt the familiar rake of a pointed canine did I become still with minor paralysis. Suddenly shoving away once the sensation brought up unwanted images of a studio and a certain someone.
Mike fell back onto the mattress with a look of surprise and I dismounted myself from the compromising position I had just been in.
Adjusting my shirt and ignoring the wet spot hidden between my thighs, I cleared my throat and sat demurely.
A gave Mike a moment to straighten himself out as well before I thought of a correct way I could explain my strange reaction without spilling any secrets.
"I-I'm sorry." I started suddenly feeling self conscious when he obviously appeared frustrated (judging by the raging hard on bulging in his pants.) I squirmed a bit under his softened gaze, and he quirked a boyish smile.
"No, Bells. I should be sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen, I know that's not what you wanted." He said sounding a bit sad at the end.
But I did want it.
"I'm just-" I couldn't seem to form the right words.
"Bella, I get it. You aren't ready for something like that, no prob." I studied his expression but he seemed sincere. Was I expecting disappointment?
As I reached for my discarded cardigan, I could see Mike rake a hand through his blonde locks and stretch out his arms tiredly.
"Shit," He suddenly mumbled effectively grasping my attention.
"What?" I asked sliding my arms through the sleeves.
"It's already midnight." He said holding up his phone to flash me the bright screen in fact displaying that time.
I forgot to call Charlie and let him know I'd be out today. The thought of him sitting on the sofa worrying about me all night brought a bitter distaste in my mouth.
"I should take you home, but first lemme' feed Balthazar." Mike hurried over to the starving fish searching for the small container harboring it's colorful food flakes.
Ah, Balthazar that's it's name. I thought with a growing smile.
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