by C. M. Owens
It’s packed in here. That’s for sure.
“Need shoes?” she asks.
I shake my head and point to my feet. You’re not supposed to wear shoes on the floor that you wore outside, but I’m the owner, so fuck it. I’m not wearing rental shoes.
“I need some,” Chase tells her.
She rolls her eyes while going to grab a pair, and Chase pulls out his wallet as she returns and puts two large shoes on the counter in front of him. I stifle a smile when Whit starts laughing.
“You really think I’m going to charge the owner for the lane?” Whit asks, amused.
Chase fights his own smile before nodding and putting his wallet away. “I was going to pay. Not the owner.”
He starts to reach for me, but I start walking around the counter as Whit walks out. She immediately takes my side and casts another glare behind her at Chase, who deliberately lags behind.
“Hope you know what you’re doing,” she says to me.
“Just being friends. That’s all.” Wish I could convince myself of that.
“Right. Anyway, I’m eager to see the two of you bowl. I’ve actually never seen Chase bowl before.”
To say this isn’t awkward would be a lie. His ex-girlfriend is about to hang out with us because I’m her employer and friend. Life is just one big pile of weirdness.
Chase is scowling at Whit when she sits down beside me.
“Aren’t you on the clock?” he asks her as he starts searching for a ball. Yeah…I need one of those too.
Getting up, I try to silence him with my eyes. He ignores my eyes.
“Lisa is the assistant manager and has the counter covered. My shift is almost up.”
She smiles mockingly at him while I grab a ball that doesn’t feel like it’s going to pull my arm out of socket when I throw it. Chase mutters something too low for me to hear over the music as he starts changing into the bowling shoes.
Whit sits behind the control screen and puts in my name and Chase’s name.
“You can play with us,” I tell her, which earns me a scowl from Chase.
“I’d rather watch this big show down.”
Chase rolls his eyes and stands to take his turn since she put him in first. I try not to stare at him, or the way his muscles flex, when he lines up his shot. I also try not to stare at his ass in those jeans…
The ball pounding the lane jars me out of my trance, and I smother my laughter when it crashes into… one pin. Chase flips off the lane like it somehow wronged him, and he goes to wait for his ball to pop up again. As soon as it emerges, he starts the cycle all over again. As do I—muscles, ass, drool… Jump when ball hits.
This time, he takes out two more, and he turns around and shakes his head.
“Wow. That was… terrible,” I say with a smug grin. “Lost your touch?”
“Let’s see you do better, princess. Sounds like you’re rustier than I am if you really haven’t played since we were kids.”
He smirks at me and I stand up, acting like I’m a badass. Grabbing my ball, I line up my shot, pull my arm back, and hear someone burst out laughing as I jerk forward an empty hand… Yep. The ball went flying behind me.
I turn around to see Chase doubled over, covering his face with his hands as his body shakes with laughter. Whit is leaned back and howling with laughter, and I flip them both off before grabbing my ball back up from the floor.
This time, I manage to roll the ball down the… gutter. Sheesh. And it’s a slow roll too, so it takes the longest roll of shame in history.
Ignoring the guffaws behind me, I try to shake out my arm and my nerves. I used to be good at this. Admittedly, a lot has happened to me since the last time I bowled. A brain injury tends to do that. I’ve forgotten how to actually line up a shot correctly.
Basic learning skills don’t apply to someone like me, and my brain doesn’t process all motor functions the way it used to. You know the saying about it being like riding a bike? I can’t remember how to ride a bike.
Blowing out a breath, I throw the ball, and it lands in the gutter once again. At least it zooms down that baby this time.
“That was so much better than I was hoping,” Chase says, still laughing so hard that he’s holding his stomach.
I glare at him, but I’m smiling when I do it, so it has no effect.
When he walks by me, he slaps me on the ass, and I grimace. Whit arches an eyebrow, but doesn’t react any other way than that.
By the eighth frame, Chase is rolling strikes and my ball is still humping the gutter. I’m starting to realize that bowling may not be in the cards for me anymore. Not that I mind. It’s still fun to watch Chase laughing as I suck. Suck at bowling that is.
“What happened to you?” he asks jokingly, laughing when my ball actually hops—yes, it freaking hops—into the gutter on the ninth frame. Nine frames and I have a big fat goose egg on the scoreboard.
Bright side? The numbered frames don’t bother me… Well, at least not unless we don’t play all ten frames. I’d probably have an issue with stopping before finishing. Also, my mind doesn’t take issue with the pins not all falling over, since they get knocked over by the arm before resetting a new frame.
If I told him what happened to me, the life would be sucked out of this room in no time. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to have that conversation. It’s nice having someone look at me the way he does… as though I’m not broken. Just like Whit does, even though she sees me as fragile.
I like people treating me like the old Mika instead of the damaged one.
“Next game, I will kick your ass. Watch this comeback,” I quip, loving the way he winks at me.
He, of course, goes on to bowl three strikes on his tenth frame, and he flexes like he used to back before he had any muscle at all on his arms. I laugh lightly while shaking my head, and I get up to take my turn.
Desperate to hit something other than the gutter, I granny roll that bad boy. Yes… I pull it between my legs and roll it forward while staying bent over. When it crashes into the pins and knocks seven over, I squeal like I just bowled a perfect three-hundred.
Turning around, I launch myself into Chase’s arms, and he laughs while hugging me against him. My lips brush his cheek, and his laughter slowly fades as his grip on me tightens, holding me closer. My arms wrap around his neck and stay that way as I rest my head against the crook of his neck.
“Finally something other than the gutter,” I say, feeling the toes of my shoes nudge his shins.
“Gutter whore,” he jokes, reminding me of the days when we were younger and he’d call me that after I hit the gutter once or twice.
“Asshole,” I mutter, unable to come up with something wittier.
“You want a drink?” he asks me, shifting me a little.
“Water,” I tell him, but he doesn’t put me down and I make no move to let go. After a few more minutes, he clears his throat and slowly lowers me to the ground.
He bends and presses his lips to my forehead, a chaste action that wouldn’t do much for anyone else. But my heart hammers my chest in reaction to the simple, sweet gesture.
When he walks away, I turn around, and immediately feel my stomach sink when I see Whit sitting and staring straight ahead with her back to me. Her shoulders are hunched, her body is tense, and I feel like an absolute ass.
I go to sit beside her, and she gives me a weak smile before turning back to face the lanes.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking,” I say quietly.
She laughs humorlessly. “Don’t apologize, Mika. I think I finally understand something I didn’t fully comprehend until this moment.”
“That I’m an insensitive bitch who shouldn’t have been hugging a guy I used to date in front of you so soon after your breakup?” I ask, hating myself.
She exhales heavily. “No. I realized he was never mine. He was always yours. I’ve never seen him laugh like he has tonight. I’ve never seen him smile so much. I’ve sure as hell never seen him watch
anyone the way he watches you… As though the universe hangs in the balance of your every move. I was so worried he was going to break you. Now all I can think about is how easily you could break him.”
My heart clenches in my chest, but she just smiles before standing up. “I think it’s time for me to leave you two alone. It seems like you have a lot of catching up to do.” I start to speak, but she turns around before I can. “Oh, and one quick question. Do you care if I see your brother again? Really wouldn’t mind a round two or three with him.”
Gross.
“Aidan can date whoever he wants. I’ve never interfered. And I would give you a glowing recommendation if he asked my opinion.”
She flashes a genuine smile at me before winking and walking away, drawing the attention of almost every man in here on her way out. But Chase doesn’t even notice her when she passes him. He’s too busy staring directly at me as he makes his way back with two bottles of water.
What the hell am I doing?
Chapter 27
CHASE
Mika’s couch is great, but I’m sick of sleeping on it. No way am I sleeping in her dad’s room. No way am I sleeping in Aidan’s room either. I miss the days we’d curl up on a blanket in the sunroom and sleep the night away.
The floor wouldn’t be as nice to my adult body as it was my teenage one, but just the thought of holding her in that room…
So much for closure. I feel like I’m sinking all over again. I don’t even know why I bother fighting it anymore. Mika isn’t ready to give up the fight though. Can’t say I blame her.
It’s early as fuck and I’m wide awake with the boner from hell. Mika spent the night hugging me like she hasn’t had affection in years, and I spent the night in pain. As much as I love her touching me like she’s missed the feeling, the fact she’s not pushing for more is painful, considering my dick refuses to understand she just wants to be friends.
Reaching over, I grab some of her girly lotion from the small table, and decide to take matters into my own hands. Maybe I can get some more sleep and get rid of the urge to hump the fucking couch like a horny teenager.
After checking the room, I push my boxers off, and close my lotion-covered hand over my cock, pumping up and down and imagining it’s Mika riding me the way she used to.
Only I imagine her now, with her curves and long hair.
With each pump of my hand, I picture the way her eyelids would grow heavy and the way her lips would part to breathe my name. And her green eyes… She’d always stare directly into my eyes as I came, and then she’d work for her own release, because I had no fucking clue what I was doing back then.
Her mouth… Fuck I loved her mouth. She was my first everything—first kiss, first blowjob, first hand job, first fuck… Only love. And I stared into those green eyes every time I could keep my own eyes open.
Those green eyes that are staring at me right fucking now and wide with horror as I continue pumping my cock. When the hell did she come in here?
Mika is standing at the end of the couch, and her eyes run up the length of my body as my hand stills. Her hair is ruffled from sleep, her face is fucking beautiful without any makeup, and her lips are parted just like they were in my mind.
Since I’m already caught, I start moving my hand again, watching her as she watches me. She moves closer as I pump harder, and her throat bobs as she watches like she can’t look away.
“Feel free to take over,” I whisper to her, groaning when she bites down on her bottom lip like she’s thinking it over.
My speed slows, because I’m seconds from blowing. Mika steps so close to me that I can touch her if I try, and I take in the long T-shirt she’s wearing, imagining there aren’t any panties on under it.
“Can I?” she whispers, and I start wondering if I’m fucking dreaming.
My hand shoots up to grab her at the waist, and she gasps as I tug her down on top of me. When her lips collide with mine, she moans into my mouth, and I slide my hands down her body, pulling her shirt up until I feel the thin panties covering her ass.
Her legs spread, straddling me better, and I start trying to tug her underwear to the side, desperate to get inside her.
“Chase,” she whispers against my lips, pushing her hips up and away from my cock.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Sorry,” I whisper as her forehead touches mine.
“Don’t be,” she says quietly, snaking her hand between us.
When she grabs onto my cock, a breath hisses between my lips. She leans back, watching me as she sits up completely, pumping me in her hand as my hands ride up her hips.
She grabs my hands before I can touch her stomach, and she pushes them back down, releasing my cock in the process. Since I don’t want her stopping again, I keep my hands on her hips when she resumes, unsure what boundaries she’s setting right now, since this is pretty fucking confusing.
She watches me, just like she used to watch me then. Her eyelids start getting heavy, her rhythm grows steady, and her lips part as she breathes my name just as she did in my fantasy.
“Fuck, Mika,” I groan, grabbing my boxers from the ground and covering myself just as hot pleasure shoots up my spine and I explode into the fabric. She keeps pumping as my eyes roll back in my head, and I grab her ass with one hand, fucking hating not being inside her right now.
Slowly, she pulls her hand away, and I feel her lean down until her hair lightly tickles my cheek.
“I forgot how much I love watching that,” she says before brushing her lips against mine.
“I haven’t forgotten how much I love it,” I mumble, listening to the sound of her sigh as she kisses my cheek.
My eyes stay closed as my body continues to shudder, and Mika runs her fingers over my chest, pausing when she gets to my heart. When she sucks in a sharp breath, I know she’s finally noticed one of my bald eagle tattoos.
“Right over my heart,” I tell her as I open my eyes.
She’s still straddling me, my boxers are still an absolute mess, but it doesn’t matter. I’d stay this way all day.
She traces the lines, and I watch her eyes as she memorizes every detail in front of her in the semi-lit room, thanks to the TV being on. “When did you get this?” she asks, still studying it.
“Three years ago... First day of summer.”
A sad but beautiful expression crosses her face, and she looks up to meet my eyes. “I have one on my back.”
My smile grows, but her lips thin.
“Let me see it.”
“Maybe I will, but not right now. It’s four in the morning,” she states like she’s amused.
“And you just jacked me off at four in the morning after giving me friend speeches all night. The least you can do is show me your eagle tat.”
She struggles to not smile, but she slides off me instead.
“I think you’ve gotten enough tonight. Maybe tomorrow I’ll show you mine… Tattoo that is.”
She winks at me before walking away, and I wait until she disappears to pinch myself pretty fucking hard. When a shot of pain shoots up my arm, I decide I’m definitely awake and Mika just had her sweet little hands all over my dick.
Summer sucks less by the day.
Chapter 28
MIKA
I’ve been around Aidan and Hunter for longer than four days and it was never an issue. Three and four. Four and three. Never an issue with them.
It’s not a habit.
Maybe it won’t be a habit for Chase either, even though I’m already chewing my thumbnail and waiting for him to call to let me know if he’s coming over tonight or not. Technically I saw him today. I saw him at four in the morning when I woke up from a really good dream and stepped into what I thought was another really good dream.
Turns out it was real, and I lost control. It felt good to lose control. I felt like the old me just doing what I wanted to without worrying about the consequences.
Screw it. I can just go to his tattoo p
arlor and find out if I’m seeing him later or not, and that will solve my undeniable need to see him for the day. Shit. Shit. Shit. Not good. Aidan is going to kill me if this is a habit. I’m going to kill me if I’ve already formed an unhealthy habit that involves having to see Chase daily.
Glancing down at my phone, I check the time. I could totally stay here. It’s not a major trigger. Can’t be. The worst that would happen is some nail chewing and possibly a few broken things. Nothing severe.
My skin starts to itch, and I fight the urge to scratch at it. My eyes close, and I try to play out a scene in my head. I need to write. I could control this scenario with a few typed words.
Grabbing my keys, I decide there’s nothing I want broken in this house. The itch is getting too strong, and the skin-crawling effect is not on my favorites’ list. I head out to my car to sate the annoying piece of my mind that refuses to agree I’ve already seen Chase today.
It doesn’t take long to reach town, but the tattoo parlor is packed with cars. I debate going in, but finally talk myself into it.
As soon as I enter, two pairs of eyes swing to me, as Chase continues buzzing away in the front room on a girl’s shoulder. There are two other men in here, so I assume those other cars must belong to the garage next door and ran out of parking space.
The itch immediately dies, and a sense of calm washes over me, shoving the irrational piece of my mind back into the corner as the world tilts back upright once again.
“You’ll need an appointment,” Chase says without looking up.
I notice his receptionist is missing, so I step in behind the counter and take a seat in her spot, just watching him as he pays incredibly close attention to what he’s doing. Just as he finishes, he looks up at me and glances away. But then his eyes immediately dart back to mine, and a slow smile spreads across his lips.
“Miss me?”
“You did leave without saying anything,” I quip, sighing dramatically.
He doesn’t have to know I’m crazy just yet. The crazy is back in a locked box at the moment.
One of the guys in the shop snorts, while the other guy winks at me. The girl in his chair, however, looks back and forth between us like she’s confused.
