Page 39 of Insta [FAM]

DION

What the fuckity-fuck is going on? My thumping head and dry mouth say I have a hangover, but I know it wasn’t Wine-Wednesday. Oh, God!

I sit up. The bunny.

I look around, disoriented. I’m in Mika’s room. Why am I here? He’s next to me, shirtless and asleep. Fuck me, he’s good-looking, even when he’s asleep. If I’m here —

“Is my bunny dead?” I scream, shaking him awake. The tears come pouring out my eyes again, and I remember why I feel as if I was on a bender. I cried all fucking day over the damn rabbit. “Is she dead?” I scream at him as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

“Shhh.” Mika shoves his big hand over my mouth. “She’s not dead, she’s in the clinic. You fell asleep, I didn't know what to do with you.” He takes his hand away when I slap it.

“So you put me in your bed? Fuck, Mika. I have kids, my sister will be going nuts.”

“I spoke to Amelia, and Zach. Everything is fine. They know you’re here.”

“You told my teenage son I’m sleeping at your house! Are you insane?” I raise my voice now, because that’s a line crossed.

“Would you rather I’d have lied to the kid?” He whisper-yells at me. “Because he’ll definitely respect me for lying to him. Dion, he’s a teenager, give him some credit. He knows exactly what we’ve been doing.”

“He’s my son, Mika! You had no right.” God, I did not need him knowing the sordid details of my almost sex life. I’m still secretly praying he doesn’t ever use the condoms in his bedside drawer, even though I know it’s unreasonable to assume he isn’t.

“Could you keep it down before you wake my daughter and we have to explain this to another of our offspring?” he growls under his breath, rolling to face me, and getting comfortable. He’s just going to go back to sleep. What the hell?

“Are you going to sleep?”

“Yes, so are you,” he says, closing his eyes.

“I’m not tired.” I’m wide a-fucking-wake now.

“Well, I am. I had to save a bunny on my afternoon off. Shut up and sleep, Dion.” His eyes stay closed, but he pats the mattress. What the fuck am I supposed to do? Call a two a.m. Uber and sneak out? That seems like effort. I also have no idea where my phone is. I lie down and stare at his ceiling.

“I cannot believe you spoke to my son,” I huff. “I’m so mad.”

“Dion, shhh.”

“You shhh. Fuck, you’re making me hot.” I toss the comforter off me. “This is exactly why I don’t do sleepovers, beds are just not made for sharing.”

“You didn’t mind the last time we were in a bed together.” Mika reaches over and easily pulls me to him, my back to his chest. I wasn’t joking, it’s sweltering and he’s radiating heat.

“We didn’t sleep last time,” I mutter. “And I’m not having sex with you now, I’m just cooking slowly.” Mika moves his hips, and fits his erection between my butt cheeks.

“We can fix that, just take off your clothes and you’ll cool down, sex is way easier once you’re naked.” His voice is husky and half-asleep, but damn if it’s not sexy as all hell. Tempting as it might be, my mind is racing a hundred miles a minute and I’m not in the mood for sex, or cuddles, or whatever the hell is going on right now. So, I just lie very still and hope he falls asleep.

He does, but I don’t. I’m worried about the bunny, about my kids, and what the hell Amelia has told them. I worry about Zach, he’s still dirty over the divorce and I know he isn’t comfortable with me dating anyone, he has told me so. I still can’t believe Mika called him. Who even does that?

“Hmmm,” Mika moans into my neck, pulling me even closer into the furnace that is is body. I can’t escape without waking him but I’m sweating, so I try to wiggle free of his death grip. Of all the stupid things I’ve done as an adult, this is up there. I should just wake him up, demand he takes me home, and be done with it.

Instead, I’m lying here with his arm trapping me against his fucking hot body and sexy, tattooed chest. I stare at his handsome face while he sleeps, those lips — and I remember the way he kissed me the last time. That was the problem, kissing his sexy face made my brain go soft and I caught feelings I had no business having. Now look — just fucking look where I am.

“Please don’t watch me sleep, it’s weird as hell, Dion,” Mika says, stirring just enough that I can ninja-roll out of his arms to the other side of the bed. It doesn’t do me much good because he opens those big, sleepy eyes and looks right at me. Pinning me with his stare. It should be illegal to look like that when you’re not even all the way awake. Mika brushes his hair out of his face and moves back into my personal bubble. I glance at his lips right as he licks them. I’m in trouble, I know it before it even happens. The way he looks at me, the way he leans over, hovers above me, then kisses me. I know. He steals my breath, and my common sense with it.

This time, I just go with it. Mika is in control, and it’s not like the times before it. I can’t believe I’m even thinking it — fucks sake — he’s kissing me like we’re in love. I don’t want to pull away, or stop him, and I don’t allow my stupid head to overthink it. Just this once — that’s what I’m telling myself — I allow myself to have feelings.

Tomorrow morning, I will put them back in a box where they belong. Not now, now I like the way those feelings are letting him undress me. There is no power exchange, no struggle with my head and heart. Only his hands on me, those lips kissing me. There’s a need building in me that only one thing will cure, but I let him set the pace. In our tired, lazy state we sate our desires in slow-motion. We are both naked and the bed covers are kicked to the floor. We are calm in the soul, but crazy in the flesh as Mika hovers above me in silence. He doesn’t need to say a dirty word, I can read his mind. And he’s already inside my head when he shifts so that his cock fills me up in one thrust.

Before I can cry out, his hand covers my mouth, and one look tells me I need to be quiet. As quickly as he entered me, he pulls out, flips me over and whispers in my ear.

“Bite the pillow, and do not scream.” He fucks me from behind, pulling my hips towards him as I arch my back, lifting onto all fours. Holy. Silent. Fucking. Hell. He kisses my neck, his chest against my back. “Shhh,” he reminds me as a moan escapes. “Or, I’ll stop.” I will suffocate him in his sleep if he stops. Mika doesn't stop, he only goes deeper, harder, faster. He is angry-fucking me; I know it. My stupid feelings don’t give a shit. I don’t care that when I look back at his face, he’s mad at me, not while he’s making my legs shudder with pure pleasure. And he’s punishing me because he expects me to stay quiet when he plumps my breast, and then slides his hand down my torso until his fingers are spreading my pussy wider. For a man his size, he’s quite stealthy, save for the sound of him sliding in and out of me. Jesus, that’s hot. I can’t stay on all fours so I collapse, pushing my ass further into him and taking him impossibly deep. My toes curl, and that familiar sensation at the base of my spine spreads. Reaching behind me, I dig my nails into his thigh, urging him to hurry up because I’m going to lose my fucking mind if I don’t come. Leaning over me, he seats himself as deep as he can and on his final thrust, we come together. I bite the pillow, and he bites me, and it’s no wonder I’m always ready for this man.