30. Mia
The days were boring when you were stuck inside, no freedom, no entertainment except the club women who liked to walk around half naked and suck Wheeler off in public. But to be honest, as gross as it was to listen to him get off, I’d seen way nastier stuff on the wards.
Besides, once you’d seen one old man’s dick, you’d seen them all.
The past week without Rex had been miserable. He had ignored me as much as possible, only speaking to me when he needed to, and that was normally about Sly’s recovery. My daily dose of fresh air was letting the hounds out for their morning run in the small backyard, where I got to watch them play about and catch a ratty old ball I threw to them. I used this time to call Dad and catch up with events back home, also reassuring him that we were safe.
So far, Millie had refused to talk to them directly, instead using me as her mouthpiece, but her parents were getting extremely frustrated with her stubbornness and childishness by not acknowledging that leaving with Mickey—a guy she had known for mere weeks—probably wasn’t the best choice. But she would not accept that they were right, that she had jumped into a situation with her eyes closed, not considering the consequences.
The repercussions of Millie jetting off to Ohio, led to this… being sequestered in this chained off area with two bloodhounds, and sitting on an old bench, a small blanket wrapped around my shoulders to ward off the chill.
Night times were the worst though. The club converged on the common room, playing cards, drinking, smoking… everything you’d think a bunch of men could get up to, this included women.
Rex sat with Sly the past few nights, watching the goings on, and not participating in their antics. I continued to check in on him and change his bandages, making sure he had drugs to keep him pain free, the heavy dose of painkillers tended to make him a bit sleepy, and so his nights ended far earlier than the others. And when it was Sly’s time to turn in, Rex was there to help him, keeping him upright and leading him to his room to crash… and he never came back out.
Wendy had also decided to try and annoy the hell out of me by using this time to flirt with Rex. Every time he sat down she was leaning against his arm, touching him, laughing at his jokes that weren’t even that funny. Her exaggerated behavior was pathetic, and made her look like she was desperate for a man. But what made it even more laughable was she constantly looked over at me to see if I was watching her flirt with Rex. She was always dressed in something that I wouldn’t be caught dead in. See through outfits, tight clothes, underwear showing, the most obscene slutty clothes to try and arouse the man that—lucky for him—didn’t pay much attention to her.
It didn’t stop Wendy from trying though.
I know I wasn’t planning on staying, but whilst I was here, the man wasn’t allowed to screw other women either. I couldn’t have him, which meant that while I was stuck here, no one else could have him… I think that”s fair.
But still, that wretched jealousy was a clawing, biting entity that had me wanting to rip Wendy’s hands off and beat her with them every time she put her hands on Rex.
Last night, I’d decided that I couldn’t sit there and watch it anymore, I took my drink to Kannon’s room and sat with Millie until the early hours, where we’d both passed out. The locked door giving Kannon the message that the room was occupied and he wasn’t allowed in. I’d pressed my sister for information on their budding relationship, but she’d clammed up and refused to tell me anything—which made me even more curious to find out about the brooding man’s intentions toward Millie.
In shutting myself away from Rex too, I’d taken the initiative to start trying to get over him, despite the fact that I’d have to see him every day. But if he was ignoring me, I could take the high road too, and ignore him straight back.
So I’d left before him, and I’d felt his eyes burning the back of me every step of the way until he was out of sight.
But that old mantra, out of sight, out of mind, was a load of shit.
Because here I was, sitting outside at the crack of dawn, watching dogs roll around on the dusty ground, and all I could think about was the hard look on his face when I told him we were just a fling. I feel like I ruined something that was budding between us, his cold-shoulder over the past seven days has been torturous. Every time he turned away from me, ignoring me, I had the irrational idea of storming over there and just shaking some sense into him—to just say ‘I’m right here, look at me!’
Yet, a small part of me, the logical side, was screaming at me that this was the best way, to just let things go and leave Rex to his solitude.
The dogs perked up, their tails wagging at the door before it opened. It was as if I’d manifested the man just by thinking about him. It was the first time he’d looked at me since the morning after we’d had sex and all of those feelings came rushing back. The icy blue eyes locked on mine, his eyebrows lowered in a glare. “What are you doing out here?”
“Well, hello to you too,” I snapped back.
“It’s cold, Mia, and it’s early. You should be inside where it’s warm. Go back to bed.” The advice seemed like he cared about my wellbeing, but his voice was blunt as he leaned down to stroke the dogs that sniffed at his feet.
I watched him ignore me as if he waited for me to walk past him and take myself off because he’d said so. His black shirt and shorts were sweat soaked, coils of wet hair stuck to the cords of his neck, and he gripped a protein shake in one hand. He must have woken up so early to have already been in the clubhouse gym, either that or he just hasn’t slept?
That same burning wave of jealousy rose up like bile, my fingers curling against the wooden bench as I fought the urge to check every inch of his bare skin, looking for scratches or anything that would tell me whether he slept alone last night.
The man had everything and everyone at his feet begging for attention, and he gave the animals all the loving they demanded as they whined for more. They reminded me a bit of Wendy and I snorted at my bitchy thoughts.
“What?” He paused, looking at me.
I shook my head, shaking off the comparison between Wendy and the dogs. “Nothing, just… why are you out here? You’ve avoided me for days, I would have thought once you saw me sitting here, you’d turn around.”
He walked toward me, stopping only feet away. “I considered it, but figured I should check in on you.” He took a large mouthful of his shake, the movement causing his shirt to rise up and show me that happy trail that led all the way down… and down… fuck. The strip of skin was mesmerizing, the tanned line of firm muscles showing exactly how much time he spent working out.
Shaking my lust-filled thought away, I waved my hands around, the blanket flew open as if I had wings. “Well, as you can see, I’m doing fine.” The lie hung on the tip of my tongue, and I cringed at how emphatic my words were.
“Good. Good.” Rex watched me through narrowed eyes, his own gaze trailing across my bare legs, pausing briefly on my crotch, before shooting upward. “Aren’t you cold?”
“Are you kidding? I’m from England, this is practically our summer.” I laughed out loud, it was almost May and the sun was shining already here. Back home, it was still thunder and lightning, and cold enough to keep my winter coat out.
“Then why do you have the blanket on?” he quizzed, like he was trying to win some kind of argument that I didn’t know we were having.
With an arched look, I threw open the blanket, showing my very white and see through pajama top, the tips of my nipples poking through like they were trying to escape.
Rex’s head fell back and he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut against the view I so generously gifted him. “Shit,” he grunted, before storming off.
He stomped out of the garden, the dogs hot on his heels as he left me. I couldn”t decide whether I wanted to laugh or cry at his reaction. Before I could make a decision, the man crashed back out, his chest heaving and his cheeks flushed. “Did you sleep in Kannon’s bed in…” he stabbed his finger toward me, “that?”
I looked down at my pajamas, they were my old comfortable set that I’d had since uni. The top didn’t start practically see through, but after so many washes, the material had faded so much that it left nothing to the imagination. I plucked at the soft cotton, feeling it brush against my tight nipples, and with Rex’s eyes on me, I let out a soft hiss. “I was just sleeping,” I defended my choice of clothing, and sleeping arrangements, it wasn’t like Kannon was in there with us. The poor guy had been relegated to a top bunk in the prospect’s room which seemed to me like more of a storage cupboard.
“That’s not the point, Mia.” His teeth gritted. “You wore that… that sexy outfit?—”
“You think my pajamas are sexy?” I couldn’t help the blush that crept up my cheeks, the satisfaction that arose as he eyed me up and down.
“Don’t change the subject, princess.” He strode toward me, his hips pushing in between mine, his fists fell to either side of me, and I got a full dose of his scent. The musk from his workout was as addictive as his touch, and I leaned forward slightly trying to take more of him inside me. “You know you’re sexy, and you knew exactly what those damned clothes would do to me.”
I opened my mouth intent on denying his accusation, but why bother. There was no reason to tell him that I was sitting out here to try and kick him out of my thoughts because the jealousy was too much… only to realize that he was… jealous too?
“Are you jealous, Rex?” I whispered up to him. I shifted on the bench slightly, my thighs brushing against his legs and I squeezed them gently around him just to see what his reaction was… to see what he would do.
His nostrils flared at the question, his eyes ablaze as they pinned me to my spot. “Yessss, I’m fucking jealous!”
Without warning, his lips slammed down on mine, one hand threading through my hair to tilt my head back for a better angle so he could take more of me.
And I was drowning.
I was held under him, while his fist tangled in my hair, keeping us locked together, and his tongue plundered and fought with mine. I arched into the kiss, pushing myself closer onto him. I grabbed his shorts, dragging his hips deeper between mine until I could feel every inch of solid muscle pressed against me, and I groaned into his mouth, the sound inhaled by his invasion.
His groan met mine and I relished in the hum of pleasure on my lips. With deft hands, he worked my shorts down my legs until they dangled off one foot, where I forgot all about them as his fingers buried themselves inside me, testing my readiness, plunging in and out in a move that mimicked his tongue.
For just a second he released me and I gulped in great mouthfuls of air, oxygen spreading through my lungs as I watched him push his shorts down over his hips releasing his hard cock, the tip leaking his excitement.
There were no words between us, it was just him and me and the silent surroundings, our harsh breathing loud in the outdoors. With a thrust of his hips, he was half way inside me, and a shout of surprised pleasure escaped me. “Oh shit,” I breathed out, feeling him fill me up and start to move, in and out, in and out. With each thrust, he went deeper and deeper, faster and faster, until I didn’t know where he ended and I began. Our hips moved in sync, pushing toward each other, both of us selfishly working toward our own climax.
With a pained moan, Rex ripped himself away from me, leaving my pussy empty and unfulfilled. My thighs snapped shut automatically, disappointment curling inside me, replacing the flames of passion he’d ignited.
“Open up, princess. I’m not done.” His eyes sparked determinedly, as one hand delved between my legs, pushing them back open. He zoned in on my clit, two fingers pressing against that sweet spot, making circles and sending lightning bolts through my body, down to my toes, the offending digits curling inward against the bench.
I could barely keep my eyes open, I wanted to just let go, to give into the feelings that Rex was creating while he used my body. But his other hand reached down and grabbed himself, and I forced my eyes open, intent on watching him pump his cock right in front of me.
His fist moved over the thick head, the pre-cum dribbling on his hand, while his other buried itself inside me—three fingers deep and stretching me open.
He beat his fist along the hard rod, savage grunts escaping his lips. Just watching his wild abandon and the excitement of getting caught tipped me over the edge, my hips lifted toward him as I felt a gush of liquid squirt out of me.
“Fuck yes, that’s it. Squirt all over me, princess.”
My cheeks heated as I came down from my high, his hand glistened with my juices as he raised it to his lips, sucking my taste off him.
His moan was loud around his fingers as his cum sprayed all over me, coating my stomach and thighs with his pleasure. His hips bucked forward with each stream, his eyes closed as he savored my pussy juices, sucking each finger into his mouth and releasing it with a groan and a pop.
I’d never squirted before, not once in all the years I’d been sexually active, and with a flick of his fingers, I’d coated him with my release… and he loved it.
Every shred of embarrassment evaporated, his enjoyment of it was evident in the blazing blue of his lust-filled gaze.
My brain was completely blank of all coherent thought, the unexpectedness of the situation caught me by surprise and for once in my life… I was speechless.
“These were my favorite pajamas,” I muttered to myself, pulling the sticky top away from my belly.
“They’re my favorite too, can’t you tell,” he said hoarsely. Stripping out of his shirt, he wiped the evidence of our encounter away, before helping me right my shorts, his hands lingering on my thighs. Thoughts swirled behind his eyes, his frown a complete contrast to minutes earlier when he had looked at me with… adoration? Or was it just lust in the moment?
“Let’s go.” Without waiting for my reply, he picked me up, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist, his arms cradling me under my ass, then turned and walked toward the door.
My fingers clutched his bare shoulders, the sweat cooling on his skin. “Wait, wait.” He came to a halt, and he stood there waiting, holding me tight to him, there wasn’t a spare inch between us. “What if someone sees?”
His smile lightened his face, this close I could see every striation of electric blue, and every line at the corner of his eyes. “Darlin’, it’s shit-o’clock in the morning, no one’s up right now except you, me and my dick.”
And with that, he carried me inside, proving that in fact, we were the only ones awake.