Where I Belong (Alabama Summer) (14 page)

“Are you gonna come on my cock, baby?” I grab her hips and
begin directing the tempo, needing that last bit of control. I can never give
it up completely and even though Mia owns me, I need to dominate how we come
together.

“Yes,” she answers with a soft plea.

“Come now, angel. I’m right there with you.” I grip her
tightly and begin thrusting into her with everything I have. Giving her every
part of me.
Feel it. This is how I love you.
We come together, loud and
wild and she collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold
her close, feeling her heart hammering against my chest. Her skin is damp,
glistening with sweat. We stay like this for several minutes, our breathing
mirroring each other’s and coming down to a steadier pace. Being inside Mia,
her body completely connected to mine, is all I’ll ever need.

“Here, let me get something to clean you up with.” I slide
her next to me and slip on my boxers before I disappear down the hallway. I peak
in on Nolan who is still passed out before grabbing a hand towel from the
bathroom and climbing back into bed.

“We didn’t wake him, did we?” she asks as I wipe between her
legs. The sight of my cum leaking out of her makes me want to beat on my chest
like a damn caveman.
Mine.
I catch a yawn that she tries to muffle as
she climbs under the covers.

I toss the towel into the hamper after wiping myself off.
“No, he’s out cold.” She curls up against my chest as I lie back on my pillow.
I stroke her arm, feeling the goose bumps form against my touch like they
always do. She hums softly against my skin. “Nolan’s a pretty deep sleeper. He
fell asleep last year at the Fourth of July fireworks display over Canyon
Creek. And that shit was loud. Maybe almost as loud as you.” My girl is a
screamer. I love that. I want everyone in the entire state to know what I’m
doing to her. My chest expands in pride at the thought. “I think he gets that
from me though. I can pretty much sleep through anything.” Her silence has me straining
my neck down to catch her closed eyes. “Mia?”

“Hmm?”

I smile. “Did I render you speechless?”

“Hmm.” Her arm that’s wrapped around my waist tightens as
the rest of her body stays completely limp. She’s falling asleep, but she can’t
let go of me. It’s as if she’s afraid I’ll slip away from her the moment she
passes out. Or that I won’t be there when she wakes up. She’s holding on to me
with everything she has which is how I’ve always felt around her. Even when I
was only holding on to the memory of us together.

I press my lips to her forehead, pulling the covers up over
us both. “Sleep, angel. You have me. I’m never letting you go.” And with those
words to her, she finally relaxes.

Mia

I don’t want to open my eyes.

I don’t want to wake up and have this not be real.

I want to stay asleep for days, months, years even. Because
this dream is different. This isn’t just my typical nightly fantasy that stars
Benjamin Kelly bringing me to orgasm over and over. Not that those aren’t
amazing. But this dream is better. Because he stayed. He is holding me like he
did the first night we were together. It feels so right. So
real
. And
I’m terrified of opening my eyes and discovering that I’m alone. That we’re
still only friends. I can feel his skin against my cheek. I can smell his
scent, the strong masculine pheromones that are purely Ben. Is my mind
completely fucking with me right now? I shouldn’t be able to feel or smell
anything. Right? My curiosity is peaked and I have to risk the disappointment I
am sure to feel when I open my eyes.

I peak one, then both open, and I almost cry at the sight of
him. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy before. Forget sleeping forever.
I never want to pry my eyes away from the man that is asleep right next to me.

He’s in my bed.

It wasn’t a dream.

His breath blows across my forehead, his legs tangling with
mine under the covers. It’s real. I reach up and brush my finger down his nose,
seeing his lip twitch slightly. I run my finger over the tattoo that covers his
shoulder, tracing over the outline of the design. It’s beautiful. The way the
colors blend together, the way it stretches down his arm and over his muscles.
It’s a scene of objects and quotes, but certain ones stand out. Nolan is etched
on his skin in the handwriting of a child. It’s the sweetest thing, and I trace
over it several times with the tip of my finger. Ben stirs underneath me as my
finger runs up and over the police shield that is on his upper arm, the words
Honor
The Fallen
in bold ink standing out on his tanned skin. I run over the
words several times as my mind drifts. How many fallen men did Ben know? He
doesn’t have the safest job, and the thought of him being in danger is enough
to make me want to hold on to him forever and not let him out of my sight. If
something happened to him… no. I can’t go there. He stirs underneath me again
and the feel of his finger brushing down my nose brings my attention up to his
face.

“Hey.” I press my lips to his chest and rest my chin on my
hand. His eyes seem brighter in the morning, almost as if there is a light
shining behind them. His hair is a bit messy and he’s rocking the perfect
amount of stubble. I could get used to morning Ben. I run my finger down his
nose and he catches it, bringing it to his lips.

“I like it better when you’re not trying to sneak out on me
in the morning.” He rolls over onto his side, running his hand down my arm.
“You looked like you were stuck in that pretty little head. What’s going on?”

I glance from his tattoo back to him. “Have you ever been
shot at?” He raises his eyebrows, seemingly unprepared for that type of
question. I trace over the words underneath his shield again. “I mean, your
job’s really dangerous, isn’t it?”

“Sometimes. But I’ve never been put in a situation like
that. Luke got shot in the leg a couple years ago.” My eyes widen and he shakes
his head at my worried stare. “The bullet barely grazed his shin, but when he
tells the story, he almost died. I’m pretty sure his version has gotten him
laid on more than one occasion.” His hand grips my hip tightly and he pulls me
against him. His eyes darken to a devious shade as I become aware of his need
for me. Very aware. “Is my girl worried about me?” he asks, rolling on top of
me and settling his body between my legs.

“Yes.” I wrap my legs around his waist, lifting up my pelvis
to grant him access.

He enters me slowly, groaning and dropping his forehead to
mine. “Don’t be.” He kisses my lips once, then once more. “Nothing could take
me away from you. You’ve got me, baby. This is where I belong. Right here.” He
braces himself on his hands, thrusting into me deeply. “Christ, there’s nothing
like this.” His voice is strained, his eyes focused on my face, gently
caressing my features as he moves inside me.

“Ben.” I reach up and stroke his cheek. The connection we
share is so strong, so undeniable. I never want to break it. He’s so familiar
to me. Being with Ben feels like being home. And I can’t imagine my life
without this man in it. But after the summer is over, what will we have? Will
it all just be how this thing between us started out? A beautiful memory that
was never meant to last? I can’t imagine how difficult leaving him is going to
be, so I don’t think about it. I don’t allow unwanted thoughts to pull me out of
this moment with him. I just focus on him.

“Oh God. You feel so good.” I moan, lifting my mouth to his.
My legs grip him tighter; my arms holding our bodies together like a taunt
rubber band. I need every part of him touching me. I can’t get close enough.
I’ll never get close enough.

His hips crash against mine as his hands brace my ankles on
his shoulders, tilting my pelvis to that delicious angle. I reach above me and
press my hands flat against the headboard, forcing him deeper. Meeting his
every thrust. That familiar pull is already building in my core and I watch
mesmerized by the way the muscles of his upper body contract with each thrust.

He runs his eyes down my body and settles right where he’s
entering me. “Touch yourself for me,” he demands with both his tone and his
eyes that are daring me to refuse him.

I slide my hand down my body and stop when my fingertips
feel the hard edge of his cock sliding in and out of me. “Oh my God. I’m so
wet.”

“Fucking right you are. God, Mia. I’ve never wanted anything
as much as I want this. I’ll never get enough, baby.” He continues to drive
into me while I rub against my soaked clit. We find a rhythm, my two fingers
circling while he fucks me and I suddenly feel drugged with pleasure. At some
point he wraps my legs back around his waist but I don’t even register it
happening. I’m lost. Completely lost in the feel of him. Just him.

“I’m close,” I pant, seeing a sly smile form on his wet
lips.

“You think I don’t know that?” He presses his thumb against
my fingers and begins moving with me, directing the tempo. I reach up with my
free hand and grip his neck, pulling his face down to mine. Our mouths tangle
in a brutal kiss and I feel his air fill my lungs. 

We are in that moment together, so completely in tune with
each other that neither one of us hears the door creaking open.

“Daddy. I can’t get dis off.” Nolan’s husky voice causes me
to gasp and Ben to curse under his breath. The orgasm that is about to rip my
body apart quickly evaporates. I look over at Nolan, seeing a cupcake in his
hand and his face covered in green icing. His big gray eyes dart between me and
his father. “What arwe you doing wiff Pwincess Mia?”

I cover my face with my hand and try to contain my hysterics
while Ben slides off me, keeping his back to Nolan. I pull the sheet up to my
neck. “Buddy, can you go wait for me on the couch? I’ll be right there.”

But Nolan isn’t having that. Instead of leaving the room, he
climbs up onto the bed, causing Ben to let out a string of muffled curse words
as he tries to keep his erection hidden. My entire body is shaking with my
laughter as Nolan holds the cupcake out to me, completely unaffected by his
father’s struggles. “Can you take dis paper off?” His dimpled grin hits me,
along with his crooked smile.

I smile back at him, taking the cupcake and pulling off the
wrapper. “Are you having cupcakes for breakfast, Sir Nolan?” I guess this is my
fault. I completely forgot to put all the treats away that I purchased
yesterday before I stormed off to bed. But in my defense, I was more concerned
with offending Ben with my tits than putting sugary snacks out of the reach of
little hands.

Side note: He’s definitely
not
offended by my tits.

He nods quickly and takes his cupcake back. I anticipate him
leaving, but no, Nolan has other plans. He crawls toward me and wiggles between
Ben and me, flopping down onto my pillow. “Were you and Daddy kissing?”

I look quickly over at Ben, seeing him sliding on his boxers
underneath the covers. He winks at me, giving me the go ahead to answer how I
want to answer. I turn my body toward Nolan and prop up on my hand, making sure
to keep myself completely covered. “I
was
kissing your daddy. When two
people really care about each other, they usually kiss.” My eyes meet Ben’s
again. “A lot.”

He chews up his bite and takes another one. “Can we go
swinnin today, Daddy? I wanna show Pwincess Mia how I can jump in da pool.”
Apparently, Nolan is finished discussing anything involving kissing. My answer
was either sufficient enough to satisfy his curiosity, or he is a
three-year-old boy who has his priorities straight. He pops the last bit of
cupcake into his mouth and reaches his finger toward Ben, running it down his
nose.

Ben smiles and does the same back. “Yeah we can go swimming.
But I need to take you back to Mommy’s house before dinner.”

Nolan sits up with a protesting grunt and pounds his tiny
fist into Ben’s chest. “No, Daddy. I wanna stay here wiff you and Pwincess
Mia.” I haven’t seen Nolan display any emotion besides pure joy, but right now,
he is definitely not a happy kid.

“Don’t hit me, Nolan.” Ben’s gentle voice he always uses
with him is gone and replaced with a stern fatherly tone. Even I cower a bit at
it. He grabs Nolan’s fist. “If you throw a fit like that again, you aren’t
going swimming. Do you understand?” Nolan nods, his face falling as if Ben had
just told him that dragons don’t exist.

I reach over and run my finger down his nose. He perks up
and does the same to me. “No sad faces allowed. Why don’t you go grab me and
Daddy a cupcake?” He grins and scrambles off the bed, the quick tapping of his
feet tapering off in the distance. “Your son just totally cock blocked you. Are
you going to be okay down there?” I quickly slide off the bed, brushing over
the front of his boxers.

“Not if you keep doing that I won’t be,” he warns. His hand
grabs mine and he pulls the two fingers that I’d been using moments ago into
his mouth, sucking on them as I stare with fascination. That has to be one of
the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I think there are two types of guys. Guys
that pretend they’re into eating pussy just to please the girl they’re with,
and guys that crave it like it’s their favorite food on the menu. Ben is
definitely the latter. He slips out of the bedroom with a cocky grin and
returns moments later in his swimsuit.

I dress as fast as I can, hearing Nolan’s feet and animated
voice coming down the hallway. I have just secured my bikini top, batting away
Ben’s naughty fingers, when he comes in carrying two bright green frosted
cupcakes. “Pwincess Mia! I can jump into the pool without my fwotties!” He
practically throws our cupcakes at us, his excitement uncontainable. “I’m gonna
go get my bavin suit!”

“Wait a minute, buddy. It’s hanging up in the bathroom,” Ben
yells after him. He turns to me and leans in, kissing my icing covered lips. “I
should eat my cupcake off you.” He licks his lips, only pulling back an inch.
“My girl would look good covered in icing.”

“I want to be covered in
your
icing,” I tease.

His jaw twitches, along with another body part I’m sure. He
growls into my hair, smacking me on my ass before he goes off after Nolan.

I pick my phone up off the floor, laughing softly at the
image of it getting flung off the bed in the heat of passion last night. I want
to check in on my mom before I spend the day in the pool with my two favorite
boys. She answers after the second ring.

“Hello?” She coughs before clearing her throat, the muffled
sound coming through the phone.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, my entire body tensing
up. “Mom, are you okay?” She can’t be sick, not now. Not when things are just
starting to fall into place for me.
God, that sounds awful. How selfish is
my thinking right now?

She sniffs a few times, clearing her throat once again
before replying. “Oh, I’m fine, sweetheart. It’s just a little cold.”
Cough.
Cough.

A little cold to my mom in her condition isn’t something to
take lightly. I am suddenly feeling panicky. “How long have you had it? Do you
have a fever? How’s your appetite?”

“Sweetheart, please relax. I’m fine, really. My nose started
running yesterday and now I have this little tickle in my throat. That’s all.
No fever. No nausea.”

“So you’re eating?” It’s very important for my mom to be
able to keep her food down. She had lost so much weight when she started her
treatments and we had finally gotten it back up to a healthy number a few
months ago. I never want to see my mom that thin again.

“Yes, yes I’m eating. Soup mainly, but that’s good for a
cold, which is what this is, Mia. I don’t want you worrying yourself to death
over this. Your aunt has everything under control.”

“I can’t help it that I worry, Mom. You know that.”

She sighs, clearing her throat again. “Yes, I know. But I’m
still the parent here, and if I say that I don’t want you to worry, then you
need to listen to me. Now tell me, is the weather as miserable there as it is
here? It’s so hot outside right now that you can’t even breathe. And don’t get
me started on the damn sand fleas.”

Sand fleas. I don’t miss those. They are everywhere in
Georgia when the weather gets hot. These tiny little nats that will bite you
and make your life miserable. “It is really hot, but you know I’ve always loved
Alabama summers. The air is just better here or something, I don’t know. I’m getting
ready to get in the pool now.”

She sniffs again. “Oh, well, why are you wasting your time
talking to me? Go have fun, sweetheart.”