Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
juniper
My legs shook, still wrapped around Mikey’s head. Just when I thought sex couldn’t get better, it did. It was a miracle if Brady could get me to come with his tongue and fingers, much less his dick, but it felt like Mikey could just touch me and I’d fall apart at his fingertips.
I unhooked my legs and moved to hop down, ready to return the favor, but Mikey stopped me.
“What are you doing?” He squeezed my leg to hold me still.
“Returning the favor?”
“Uh-uh, I’m not waiting a second longer to be inside you.” He moved my hand to the front of his jeans to feel him.
His cock was hard, painfully hard, and I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, pressing my thighs together to relieve the ache that formed so soon after his tongue was inside me.
“How badly do you want my cock?” he taunted. “How do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Rough. I want you rough. I want you to use me, to fuck me like you hate me.” I couldn’t believe the words that came out of my mouth. I was a woman possessed.
“I’ll have you screaming my name so loud there will be no questioning who you belong to.” With the hiss of a zipper, Mikey pulled down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free.
He brought his hand up to his mouth, spitting into it and massaging his cock before sliding me even further off the pickup.
“Wrap your legs around me and hold on.”
I did what he asked, and he grabbed my ass as I slid off the truck. I was wet enough that he slid into me with ease, my pussy swallowing his cock as the sensation of him filling me rushed through my body.
“Fuck, you are so tight”—he trusted his hips up—“and wet. I’m not going to last long like this.” He carried me to the side of the pickup, somehow opening the backdoor while still inside me. He slipped out of me as he set me on the backseat then climbed over me, leaving our legs hanging out.
Mikey lifted my legs as he guided his cock back into me, his head lolling back for a moment. “Is this all right?”
I nodded then adjusted my legs so they were on his shoulders, and the angle was pure bliss. Holding on to the backs of my thighs, he pounded into me, sending shockwaves up my body as his cock brushed against my clit with each thrust.
“God,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back. My hands fumbled around, trying to find something to hold on to. Heat licked at my body, and my toes curled from the pleasurable burn.
“Look at me, baby.” His voice was all gravel and grit, deep and wanting.
My eyes fluttered open, and we held eye contact. Normally, the intimacy would make me uncomfortable, but with Mikey, it was sensual.
He lowered my legs so they were wrapped around his waist again and leaned forward so his chest was pressing against mine. His hands snaked around my back, pulling me closer to him as his lips found my neck.
He was rough and soft at the same time.
Dominant, yet I knew if I said the word, I’d be in control. He’d be at my mercy if I wanted him to be.
In the beginning, I worried that he’d be the type of guy who was only concerned about his own needs.
His playboy reputation gave me the impression that he’d get what he needed and not focus on his partner, but I was wrong.
If anything, he got off on my satisfaction, making sure I got what I needed, even if it meant his release was put on hold.
Mikey flipped me over, bringing me out of my thoughts as he lifted my body so I was on my hands and knees. He did his best to kneel behind me, entering from behind.
“I’m close, Juniper.” He gasped, gripping my hips. His pace quickened, and soon I was on the brink of my orgasm, crying out his name.
My pussy clenched around him, and a tremor moved through my body as I saw stars. Mikey’s cock twitched as he spilled inside me, and he brought his mouth down to my shoulder, his teeth applying the lightest bit of pressure.
“You.” He kissed the spot he had bitten. “Are.” His lips found the nape of my neck. “My.” My head turned toward him, and he murmured against my lips, “Undoing.”
There was no going back. I’d completely fallen off the ledge, plunging into the feelings I was scared to admit aloud.
I was falling for Mikey Tucker.
And there was no way this would end well.
I sat on the couch in Natalie’s living room, leisurely scrolling job search sites. Most of them were going to be out of my level of experience, but it didn’t hurt to look.
The biggest issue I had was most of the jobs that would hire me were out of state. I knew my original plan was always to leave Montana once I got a better footing and was able to find a job, regardless of where that career took me.
However, over the past couple months, I’d found a sense of place here. I’d made friendships that would be hard to leave behind, and Mikey and I had grown closer. We hadn’t talked about our arrangement, but things were starting to feel more real than fake lately.
I knew better now than to sacrifice my goals and future for a man. I’d been there and done that before. But I couldn’t deny that Mikey and his friends were now a factor in my search.
For a while, I scrolled mindlessly, not really looking too deeply into the listings. I stifled a yawn, not wanting to fall asleep on the couch before my shift, but I was exhausted. The weekend festivities had sucked the energy out of me.
I nearly missed it, but my eyes caught on the job title and description.
The words research assistant, biotechnology, and cancer research stuck out to me, and I skimmed the rest of the listing.
The position fit my education and experience perfectly, going as far to say it was designed for a recent college graduate.
The only experience needed was working in academic research labs, techniques we were taught in school, and familiarity with software that I used in my daily studies.
The kicker? The job was located in Minnesota.
Honestly, the location was ideal. It was close to my home state of Michigan, without being too close, and the weather was similar to what I was already used to here in Montana and back at home. But it would require me to pack up my life and start over once again.
I spent a few minutes staring at my computer screen, hovering my mouse over the “Apply Now” button then moving it all the way over to the other side of the screen, and again, and again, and again.
“Ugh!” I let out an exaggerated groan.
Natalie stepped out of the bathroom in the world’s most inconvenient, or perhaps most perfect, timing. “Whoa, what’s going on?” She quickly sat on the couch next to me. “You found a job?”
“Kind of.” I sighed, closing the laptop. “It’s just…”
She tilted her head in confusion. “Just what?”
“It’s in Minnesota.”
“Okay…”
I didn’t think she understood my hesitation.
“Well, I—” My throat made an uh sound as I paused. “I’m thinking of staying?”
“Here?”
“Montana, yes.”
She furrowed her brows but quickly righted them, as though she was trying not to look disappointed. “Are you doing this because of—”
“Mikey? No…” I cut her off, but even I wasn’t convinced by my own voice. “I want to stay because I don’t want to uproot my life twice in six months.”
“I mean, that’s reasonable, but, June, this is what you’ve been working for. From the brief two-second glance I got at your computer before you shut it, this job looks like exactly what you’ve been looking for.”
“It is.” I nodded, but my eyes met the floor.
“But?”
“But what if I can find this job somewhere closer? Somewhere here. Where I don’t have to start over?”
“It’s up to you, but this is your chance. You said it yourself, you spent the last four years planning your life around Brady.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What are you getting at?”
She let out a resigned breath. “I would just hate for you to be disappointed again, June.”
I didn’t respond, so she got up, heading to the front door.
Looking over her shoulder one last time, she said, “I’m going to the store. Text me if you need anything, okay?”
I nodded, but she was already gone, the front door shut, leaving me alone to simmer in my thoughts.
After grabbing my laptop again, I opened it, letting the job listing stare back at me once again. I could just apply for the job, and if I got it, I wouldn’t have to take it. Maybe nothing would come of it.
Besides, my resume was already done, and I’d just have to adjust my cover letter. The work was practically done. What did I have to lose?
Taking a deep breath, I hovered over the “Apply Now” button, closed my eyes, and clicked on it.