20. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Eric

I wake up in the morning to the smell of something incredible. I move my hand around the other side of the bed but don’t feel Mia.

What is that smell?

I roll out of bed and stumble down the stairs to find Mia in nothing but one of my grey t-shirts standing in front of my stove. She has a spatula in one hand and a coffee cup in the other while she dances around to the music.

The sight of her in my clothes while dancing in my kitchen terrifies me, but only because of how much I like it.

I walk towards her and wrap my arms around her waist then nuzzle my head in her neck.

“Morning,” I whisper. “I think this is my new favorite outfit for you.” I lift it up until her cheeks come into view which makes me groan. “And no underwear. You’re killing me.”

She giggles then flips a pancake. “Not right now you animal. After we eat.”

“Then let’s hurry up and eat. This smells amazing by the way. The scent woke me up.”

“Thanks,” she smiles as she plates the last pancake. It’s pumpkin spice pancakes with a cinnamon swirl on them topped with cinnamon butter.”

“I see what you’re doing,” I cross my arms over my chest. “You want me to get fat. You’re jealous of my abs that you keep commenting on and this is your plan all along.”

She laughs. “You caught me. I’d rather be physically un-attracted to the man I’m sleeping with.”

“I’m on to you,” I say with a smile. “Seriously though, this looks and smells incredible. I feel like I should do something in return for all of this cooking you’re doing. Maybe I can,” I start, but quickly wish I can take it back.

I don’t know why I thought it would be something she would like.

“Maybe you can what?” she asks curiously.

I shrug my shoulders feeling the heat in my face. I wish I never said anything, but it’s too late. “I was going to say maybe I could make you something in my barn, but that’s stupid. You have enough money. If you wanted something you would just buy it from a professional.”

She places our plates down and wraps her arms around my neck then presses her lips to mine. She kisses me long and slow, making me savor each second of it until she pulls away.

Her hands slide to my neck, and she holds me in place while she looks up at me. “I would absolutely love you to make me something. That’s so sweet of you to offer that. Can we go out to your barn so I can look around, maybe get some ideas?”

My throat bobs as I swallow, not able to speak. I nod my head up and down. I can’t believe she actually wants me to make her something.

I have to look away, afraid I might just fall in love with her right here.

She turns around and grabs our plates then brings them to the island. We sit there and have a nice, casual breakfast. I ask more about her company, learning about all of the traveling she has done over the years. She has been to Italy more times than I could have ever dreamed. There’s no way my work would allow me to be gone for long enough to do a trip to Europe.

It’s incredible that she has been able to accomplish this success at such a young age with her brothers. And it sounds like they all love what they do.

After we eat, I insist on doing the dishes so she can go take a shower. Eventually, we end up walking back to my barn. The walk back to it is silent, but I feel at peace for the first time in ages.

Once we get into the barn, I turn on the light and the familiar feeling that washes over me whenever I step in hits me. Everything feels simple and easy in here.

I know that when I get to work, my mind will settle in ways that it can’t anywhere else in my life, minus when I spend time with Mia, and that’s a terrifying realization.

I follow her around as she looks at everything I have in here. I’ve sold some items to random people online, but I am constantly working in here, so I have an entire wall filled with my work.

Her hands slide gently over my art as she studies everything. I can’t take my eyes off of her. The way she purses her lips while she thinks, how her eyes open wider when she likes something, I’m drawn to every movement.

“You really are talented. Why aren’t you doing this for a living?” she asks as she continues down the line.

“It’s not a career. It’s a hobby.”

“Who said woodworking isn’t a career? There’s plenty of people who do this for a living.”

I kick the dirt below me as I avoid looking at her. “People would think I’m crazy if I left my career to do something that pays less, like a lot less.”

“Why do you care what people think? Isn’t it more important for you to be happy?” she says like it’s so simple.

“Who said I wasn’t happy? You’ve known me for a couple of weeks. If you’re implying that I’m not happy,” I reply, slightly annoyed that she is seeing right through the walls I put up.

“Forget I said anything,” she says quickly. “I’m sorry.”

I don’t know why she thinks I’m not happy. So, I don’t wake up every day excited to go to work, but—does anybody? It’s called being an adult. We can’t all love our job and make the kind of money that she makes. She’s living in a fantasy world if she thinks that happiness in a career should be everyone’s goal.

“Okay. I think I know what I want you to make me,” she stops and faces me with a smile.

In an instant, I forget that I’m mad at her. I raise my eyebrows. “What would you like?”

“I want a porch swing like the one you have on your front porch. I’ve been too afraid to sit on yours because there’s no wall behind it, and I keep picturing my ex in the bushes, but I would love one for my house.”

My jaw tightens as she tells me about her latest fear. Just the thought of anyone making her feel afraid sparks a fire in my chest. I hate that her ex has any kind of hold on her.

“A porch swing it is,” I say through my unyielding anger in hopes to distract her from her fear. “Let’s go pick out the wood and stain you want.”

Later that day, I’m sitting in my office trying to catch up on some work when I get a text message from my mom reminding me that we are having a family dinner at my parents’ house tonight.

The first thing I think is that I don’t want Mia spending the evening alone, but that’s not all of it. I don’t want to spend the evening away from her.

I stand up out of my chair and find her reading a book in the reading room I have upstairs.

“Reading anything interesting?” I ask as I lean against the door frame with my hands tucked into my pockets.

She looks up at me as a hint of red stains her cheeks. “Probably nothing you would be interested in.”

Now, I’m curious. I push off the frame and sit on the side of the lounge chair that she’s lying in. I grab the book from her hands and start to read. My eyebrows shoot up when I read the words, a bit taken aback.

“Why Miss Giannelli,” my voice mutters deeply, “these are some dirty words.”

She worries her lip which makes my dick slightly hard knowing what those lips can do. “I’ve never read a book quite this—graphic before.”

“Oh really? Might I ask what has inspired this upgrade in your smut reading?” I ask as I hand the book back to her.

Her lips turn up slightly. “It may or may not have something to do with this guy. He’s a big grump, but kinda phenomenal in bed.”

Her words hit me like a knife in the chest. “Maybe he’s not such a bad guy under the surface.”

She turns her head to the side, analyzing me curiously. “I never said he was a bad guy. From what I can tell, he’s pretty fantastic.”

Why does it feel like someone sucked the oxygen out of the room? I try to breathe but it feels impossible. I grab her book out of her hand and place it on the table next to my chair.

“What are you doing?” she asks defensively.

I place my hands by her ears, caging her in. “Mia, you are all flushed right now. I bet your pussy is wet from your dirty book. But I think I can help you with that.”

“What if I was going to use my fingers to take care of myself?”

A groan leaves my chest. “If you want to touch yourself in my house, you have to do it in front of me.”

I push off of the back of the lounge chair and scoot all the way to the opposite end of it. She’s in a green cotton dress that brings out the color of her eyes. I’m temporarily stunned by her beauty.

“What?” she asks hesitantly.

“Lift your dress and spread your legs for me,” I growl as I lean back on the other end of the lounge chair.

She delicately moves her legs until they are spread right in front of me. Her legs are so toned and fit, it makes me want to run my hands along them. Then she slowly lifts her dress like she’s revealing a secret to me. My throat bobs as I wait with baited breath. Her white lace underwear makes her look innocent. The sight of it makes my dick grow uncomfortably hard in my pants.

“That’s it, baby,” I praise. “Now pull those panties to the side. Show me that pussy.” She obeys my command and I’m rewarded with the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted. “There you go. You are already so wet. Go ahead and spread it around your pussy. I want to see all of you glistening down there.”

She uses all of her fingers as she moves her arousal from her entrance and up to her clit. Fuck, I’m going to explode in my pants. No one has ever made me feel this turned on without even touching each other. She starts to move her fingers over her clit slowly as her jaw falls.

“Do you like how that feels, baby?” I ask.

She nods her head up and down quickly.

“Good girl. Keep going. Move your fingers faster.”

A delicate moan escapes her as she starts to move faster circles.

“Pull those lips apart for me,” I demand. Wetness drips out of her when she pulls them apart. “Fuck, baby. Don’t waste your juices. Use your fingers and push it back inside of you.”

“Oh, god,” she screams as she fingers herself.

Her eyes are hooded as she watches me. “I want to see you do it.”

“What?” I ask hoarsely, still mesmerized by her fingers moving inside of her.

“I want to watch you touch yourself,” she breathes heavily. My eyebrows pull together as I watch her thoughtfully, not sure how to respond. “Please,” she begs.

I don’t think any woman has ever wanted to watch me touch myself. This woman in front of me is so confident in asking for what she wants. I could never deny her. I let my legs fall over each side of the chair and unbuckle my belt then pull down my zipper. My dick approves of this new turn of events as it is already begging to break free. I pull it out and give it a nice hard tug.

“Yes,” she says on a loud exhale.

“Oh, you like that baby? You like watching me stroke my cock?” I growl as my hand moves up and down my shaft.

She nods her head then moves her fingers back up to her clit. Our eyes are everywhere, not sure whether we want to hold eye contact or watch the other one touch themselves. I start to grip my dick tighter and work him harder which makes me release a groan. But I don’t want to come this way, this far apart from each other.

“Come here,” I tell her as I reach into my back pocket for a condom.

She doesn’t hesitate and is on her hands and knees crawling to me before I can get the condom on. “Turn around. I want you facing the other way,” I demand.

I want her reverse cowgirl for this so I can watch my thick cock stretch her tight cunt. She remains on her hands and knees but turns until her beautiful ass is in my face, slightly covered by her lacy underwear.

Fuck, I want to eat that ass. I smack a cheek and only faintly hear her scream because I’m so damn entranced by her. Then I grab her thighs and pull her ass up to my face. I pull her panties out of the way and stick my tongue into her back entrance as I squeeze each of her cheeks tightly. I lick and play with her ass until she’s begging me to fuck her, which is music to my ears.

“You are doing the fucking, baby,” I tell her as I lead her back down to my dick, her wet ass in perfect view.

She places one knee on each side of my thigh then I slowly guide my tip into her pussy. Before I tell her to, she pushes her ass down until I’m seated all the way into her.

“Fuck,” I moan as my head falls back and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head.

It’s pure ecstasy. But I don’t want to miss the view so I pull my head back up. She starts to bounce on top of my dick like she’s done this a million times, but for the sake of my sanity I tell myself she’s only ever done this with me.

I grab her hips and help her up and down my dick. Her pussy is squeezing my dick already. Each time she pulls away, my dick is wetter than it was before.

“You look so hot taking my dick, Mia. Keep going like a good girl. Fuck me until you make me come.”

She picks up the pace and starts moaning her own pleasure. I smack her ass again and her pussy instantly spasms around my cock as she comes all over me. Her juices start to drip out of her which is enough to send me over the edge into my own mind blowing orgasm.

We both are gasping for air even though I didn’t even do any of the work. She slides off of me and adjusts her panties then falls onto her back on the other side of the chair.

“Do you want to come to dinner with me at my parents tonight?” The words are out before I have time to process what I’m asking.

Her eyes open wide in shock. “What?”

“My parents are having everyone over for dinner. I want you to come.”

I’m not sure what has come over me, but it’s true. I want her there with me tonight, and I’m in no mood to analyze why or come up with an excuse.

“Oh, okay. Um, yeah if you don’t think I’d be imposing.”

“Of course not. Layla and my mom would be thrilled. I’ll let my mom know to set an extra plate before we go if it makes you feel better.”

She smiles and nods. “Okay. I’d be happy to go with you.”

I smile across the chair. “Good. I’m gonna go grab a shower. We’re supposed to be there around five.”

As I walk back to my room, I know I’m fucked. I’m on a train with no guardrails, but I can’t seem to slow it down.