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Chapter Twenty-Six:
Ollie & Mia
Choosing a date wecould do at home was easy, especially since the repairs were completed and I could actually be at home. I’d taken her words to heart and only bought ingredients I could get for thirty bucks, then spent most of the afternoon cooking.
When she arrived, she sniffed the air with a pleased hum. “Smells good, baby. You cooking for me?” Mia wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and rested her head against my back. “You’re not allowed to leave again.”
“You’ll just have to come with me next time. They’re all dying to meet you, anyway. Rio too.” I lifted my arm and turned carefully to kiss her head. “You wear your pjs like I asked?”
She looked up at me with her chin digging into the top of my stomach and smiled. “Pajama shorts and some lace panties just for you. Dudes at the gas station loved the look too.”
I knew she was teasing, but it didn’t stop the growl building in my chest. It also didn’t stop me from picking her up and setting her on the kitchen table to kiss the life out of her.
“You’re so mean to me, baby,” I said, not meaning it at all.
“Oh, baby, I’m so mean?” she teased, kissing my nose and holding me there. “I didn’t get gas, Ollie. This is only for you.”
“That’s why you’re mean. You lie,” I said, kissing her over and over again until my cock was hard against her spread legs. “Just to watch me fall apart for you.”
Mia gasped, baring her neck for more kisses as she laughed breathlessly at me. “I love it ... you make me feel special, Papí.” Her hand slipped between us to palm me. “Him too.”
“You are special. Just ask anyone I’ve spoken to in the last few months.” I glanced behind me to make sure I still had plenty of time before the food was done, then carefully laid her back on that table between the plates I’d set out. “Food isn’t ready yet but I’m hungry now,” I said, tugging her shorts and panties down to the middle of her thighs. “Do I hear any objections?”
“Fuck no,” she moaned, squirming before I ever touched her beautiful pussy.
It was already wet for me, so I took a moment just to breathe in her scent and kiss her clit. I was wholeheartedly in agreeance with her that I didn’t want to leave without her again — being without this, without her ... it was torture. “Try not to move too much, baby. We said we wouldn’t break anything else.”
I locked eyes with her and licked once, just long and slow from slit to clit so she could watch the hunger in my eyes, making her release a groan so loud my cock twitched. “Ay, Papí, I missed that fucking tongue. More, por favor.”
She was short enough that I had no issues reaching up to grip her throat as I sucked her clit, teasing it with my teeth just enough to make her twitch, then slid two fingers inside of her and curled them.
In seconds Mia was knocking a plate down onto the floor as she reached to grip my hair, and I lost count of the amount of times she apologized for it but she wouldn’t let me up for anything. She kept me there, grinding on my face and clenching around my fingers, and I’d never been a more willing hostage.
The taste of her, the lust, the pleasure radiating off of her had me leaking in my plaid pajama pants. I was gone, lost in her and the way she soaked my face and squeezed those beautiful, powerful thighs around my head until I could barely function.
She only let me up so she could tug me up by my hair and shove my pants down, pulling me in with her legs so I could fuck her right then and there, and I wasn’t in a place to argue. Easing inside of her felt so fucking good, so hot and wet and perfect that I never wanted to leave.
I choked her a little harder, slammed into her until the table moved almost two feet, and kissed and bit her calf up by my shoulder until I was too fucking close to pull out. “Mia! Oh, fuck, baby, I—”
Mia’s hands gripped my ass and pinned me there, latching onto me as I came so deep inside her I didn’t think even a drop would leak out. Her whispered praise in Spanish had me feeling warm and content to stay right there all fucking night, but I knew she was as hungry as I was. “Baby, this time I broke something.”
“Bout fucking time,” I teased. “Let’s go clean up, then we’ll eat. I have a fun little assignment for us afterward.” I kissed her again and pulled out with a groan, then barely contained my excitement as we cleaned up, ate, and did the dishes.
I was still buzzing with barely contained giggles as I sat her down in the living room and handed her a notebook and a pencil. “Story time,” I said eagerly. “Your assignment is to write our love story. However you think we fall in love. There are no rules beyond that. Any questions?”
“Just one. Do we swap when we’re done or take turns reading them?”
“We’ll just take turns reading them.” I sprawled out on the couch and set the timer I’d placed on the side table. “You’ve got thirty minutes. Ready?”
“Timer and everything. Okay, go.” I watched her at first, the way she held the pencil up to her chin and stared off into space as she thought of something clever. I saw the second it clicked, her eyes lit up, head dropped down onto the paper as she began writing quickly with her tongue peeking out through her lips. “Is there a word limit, Mr. Bishop?”
“Nope. It can be as long or as short as you want, just don’t skip out on the happy ending.”
I put my own pencil to paper and started to write — I had a bit of an unfair advantage since I’d known it was coming, but it wouldn’t have mattered. I knew exactly how the two of us were going to fall in love because it had already happened.
I finished well ahead of the timer so I kept my head down and wrote the lyrics to Brown Eyed Girl over and over again at the bottom, both to distract myself from rushing her and because it was now permanently in my head thanks to her.
When the little white thing finally buzzed, she looked nervous to share. “Can I go first? I used to always volunteer first in school and stuff to get mine over with. Plus, I feel like yours is going to be better than mine so I won’t read it at all if you make mine look lame.”
