Page 47 of Pucking Tangled

FORTY-SIX

Mia

It was well after midnight by the time they went inside to get ready for bed.

Her parents took the downstairs guest room while Owen and Casey offered up their room to Casey’s parents.

“You two should take my room,” Mia whispered. “I…uh…I’ll sleep in Waylon or Luca’s room tonight.”

“Why are we whispering?” Casey asked.

“Because I don’t want my parents or your parents to know what’s going on.”

Casey chuckled quietly. “They already know, Mia.”

“Shut up.” She playfully slapped his shoulder. “You know what I mean.”

“Fine. We’ll take your room. If you want my advice, maybe spend some time with Waylon tonight. Luca seems steady right now.”

She was almost taken aback by Casey’s advice. The fact that he was so attuned to what was going on around them made Mia’s heart squeeze in her chest .

He was right. Luca really seemed to be doing okay.

Waylon had put on a brave front for their parents, but she knew he was in his feelings from the phone call with his parents.

She’d go to him. If he turned her away, then she’d know he needed space. But something told her that he needed her more.

“Okay. I’m going to bed,” she yawned.

She kissed Casey and Owen goodnight, then headed upstairs.

All the bedroom doors were shut already, but she quietly knocked on Waylon’s, waiting for him to answer. When he did, he had that irresistible sexy smirk on his face as he lifted his arms and clasped the door frame over his head, leaning forward.

“So, we couldn’t have sex before they got here, but you want to now?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“Waylon!” she hissed quietly. “I can’t with you.” Mia shook her head and ducked under his arm to slip into his room. “I was going to ask if I could sleep in here with you tonight. I told Casey and Owen to take my room.”

“Sure, Blondie. Come on in,” he joked, closing the door behind him.

“Be serious for two seconds. Please.”

Waylon ran a hand over his face and tried to school his expression to something more serious just for her.

“Would you mind my company tonight? I know it’s been a long day, and you’ve got an early morning ahead of you so…”

“Mia,” Waylon interrupted. “You never have to ask, baby.”

“Thank you. Now, can I borrow a shirt to sleep in?”

“You want to sleep in my shirt?” He smirked .

“Guess those two seconds of seriousness are up.” She rolled her eyes.

Waylon shrugged, flashing her an innocent look that she knew wasn’t innocent at all. “Can I at least undress you?”

The man really was incorrigible.

“Waylon, you and I both know that if you undress me, we’re not going right to sleep.”

“Baby, doesn’t matter if I undress you or you do it yourself. I can promise you, I’m still going to be rock hard and wanting to make love to you,” he said, handing her a clean t-shirt from his dresser. “Maybe don’t even bother putting the shirt on. Yet.”

“I love you. But I am not having sex with you while two sets of parents are in this house.”

“I bought a ball gag. We can see if that helps,” he teased, settling back under the covers in his bed.

“You did not!” Mia gasped. “When…where? You know what? No. Don’t answer that.” She held up her hands in defeat. “I don’t want to know right now.”

Because the thought alone had her pussy wet, and she was determined that they were not going to have sex tonight. No matter how bad they wanted to.

“Can you close your eyes?” she asked, settling her hands on the hem of her tank top.

“Not a fucking chance.” Waylon’s voice came out sounding strangled and hoarse.

Fine. If he wanted to be stubborn, then Mia would make him pay.

“Don’t say I didn’t ask,” she said, slowly lifting the black tank top over her head before letting it drop to the floor.

Her boobs were practically spilling out of the red lace push-up bra she had on .

Waylon’s eyes widened, and his nostrils flared as he licked his lips.

Next came her cut-off shorts. She spun around and shimmed them down, giving him a view of the matching red lace cheeky panties. The ones she knew made her ass look good.

“Fucking hell, Mia,” he hissed.

“I told you to close your eyes,” she teased, looking over her shoulder and batting her eyes at him.

Mia picked up the shirt he gave her and pulled it over her head. It was big enough that she could take her bra off, almost with ease, from underneath. She tossed it in Waylon’s direction and put her arms through the sleeves.

Then she walked over to the bed, lifted the covers, and climbed in next to Waylon. Mia rolled onto her side, facing away from him, and pretended to snore softly.

Waylon quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him. “You’re such a tease,” he whispered against her ear with a strangled groan.

“Shhh. I’m sleeping.” She tried not to laugh.

“You can sleep later.” He pressed his erection against her back.

“Hm. It feels like you have a problem, Mr. Ryan.”

“Oh, I do. And I think you need to help me take care of it.”

Waylon’s hand settled on her hip, just below the hem of his shirt that she was wearing.

Mia whispered his name. “They’re right down the hall.”

“Then you better be quiet.” His hand slipped between her thighs and cupped her over the fabric of her panties.

She shifted slightly and he hissed as her ass rocked against his cock.

"Not fair," he said, voice tighter now .

"Who said I was playing fair?" she asked, her lips curving.

Waylon groaned and rolled her gently onto her back. The sheets rustled, and her heart stuttered at the weight of him above her. He held himself up on his forearms, careful and slow, eyes locked on hers.

“Mia,” he said, like a warning. Or a prayer.

She wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I don’t want to get caught,” she whispered.

“But you don’t want to stop, either,” he said.

God help her—he was right.

It was so much more than sex right now. Deep down, Mia sensed that Waylon needed this. Needed her.

A noise from the hallway made them both freeze—just a door creaking somewhere in the house. They didn’t move, barely breathing. But nothing followed.

When the silence stretched again, Waylon dipped his head, his mouth brushing hers. “We can stop,” he said, breath hot against her lips. “Tell me to stop.”

She held his gaze. “I don’t want you to.”

“Thank fuck.” He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. His hands slid under her shirt and played with her nipples. He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing hers. “You have to be quiet.”

Mia nodded back at him.

“I mean it baby.” He kissed her again. “If I hear a single noise, I’m stopping.”

She raised a brow and smirked. “Sounds like a challenge.”

Waylon growled, soft and sharp, and kissed her again—this time harder, with purpose.

His weight settled more fully against her, and she felt the evidence of his need pressed thick and insistent between her legs.

She arched up, rolling her hips just enough to draw a groan from his throat that he quickly swallowed against her neck.

“Mia,” he said again, this time not a warning but a plea.

She reached between them and slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers making him shudder with just a touch.

His mouth found the hollow beneath her ear, and she bit her lip to keep from making a sound as he kissed down her throat—slow and open-mouthed, like he had all night. Like he was learning her inch by inch.

Mia arched again, unable to stop the soft sound that escaped her throat when kissed the inside of her thigh.

He froze. “Mia?—”

“I’m fine,” she whispered. “I can be quiet.”

Waylon slipped off her panties and balled them into a ball. “Open.”

“Excuse me?” Mia looked at him like he’d lost his mind.

“Open your mouth for me, Mia.”

She did as he asked and he stuffed the lace inside her mouth.

“There. That should help muffle your sexy noises,” he said before he buried his head between her thighs.

Waylon was thorough. Focused. It was almost unfair.

How was she supposed to stay silent when he was eating her like he was starved?

Mia bit down on the fabric in her mouth and fought hard not to scream as her orgasm rocked her. He saw her through it until she thought she couldn’t take anymore.

And when he worked his way back up her body again, his voice was pure gravel. “Such a good girl.”

She reached for him, pulling at his boxers, eager to set his length free .

Waylon sat back and shoved his boxers down off his hips.

When he finally pushed inside her, slow and deliberate, they both froze for one long, still second—eyes locked, breath mingling.

Then Mia nodded.

And Waylon moved.

Each thrust was measured. Careful, yet deep.

Slow and steady, making sure that she took all of him every time.

She clung on to him, her body wrapped around his as the heat built around them.

Waylon picked up the pace, a sign that he was close.

His hand slipped between her thighs again, fingers circling just right.

And then she shattered around him once more.

There was no keeping quiet with him buried so deep inside of her.

Waylon put his hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the sound of his name tumbling her lips. “You’re lucky I’m so close, Mia,” he warned with each thrust.

In a frenzy, he pulled out and roughly stroked himself. “Ah. Fuck.”

His cum spilled onto her stomach.

He sat back on his haunches and smiled. “Fuck, Mia. I can’t wait for the day I can take you bare and watch my cum drip out of you.”

The thought of Waylon filling her up shouldn’t have turned her on as much as it did.

This man knew exactly how to wreck her, in the best of ways.