Page 16 of Stuck With Mr. Frosty (Delectable Protectors #5)
When it feels like I can’t hold on any longer, I pull her to her feet and kiss her hard. One hand stays in her hair, the other slipping down between her legs. My fingers circle her clit and slide through the slick folds of her pussy, her arousal addictive.
Her moans get louder as I push two fingers into her. I grin and lean in, kissing her until we’re both out of breath and she’s squeezing down hard around my pumping fingers.
“I want you to come all over my cock,” I say, voice husky as I spin her around and give her a gentle nudge forward.
She gets on all fours on the bed, her round butt in the air, her dripping core on display. I stroke my length before pushing into her, moaning as she wraps tight around me.
Mia gasps as I wrap her hair around my fist, arching her back while I thrust deeper into her. I throb as I keep thrusting. She rocks with me, her hips driving backward as her inner walls start to pulse.
My fingers sink into her hip, and I pull her back against me harder and faster. She grips the sheets, pressing her face into the bed to keep quiet.
When she comes, it sends me over the edge. The feeling of her clamping down around me is too much. I give her a couple more slow strokes, drawing out both of our orgasms.
We fall to the bed together, and she curls into my side, her head on my shoulder. Her breathing comes in short little bursts, and she says nothing for a long moment.
Mia props herself up on her elbow after a few minutes, looking down at me with a smile. “What do you think about going to a party tonight?”
I sigh and stare up at the ceiling. “Do we have to go? We could stay here. Maybe spend the rest of the night naked and breaking in the new mattress.”
“Come on.” She pats my shoulder and pushes herself off the bed. “I think it would be fun to go dancing and spend some time drinking and relaxing with the other staff. It’s been a long week. With all the demanding guests that have been here this week, I could use a little time to relax.”
“I don’t know. Bed is pretty relaxing.”
She keeps the smile in place as she grabs a silky black robe and pulls it on. “Okay, well, I hope you have a good night. I still think I’m going to go to the party and unwind, but I don’t think I’ll be out too late. We could go hiking tomorrow?”
Guilt gnaws at me as I nod. She’s willing to go out and do things, but the thought of going to a party is too much for me. I don’t want to spend a night drinking with people I don’t talk to much, pretending to care about the hardships of their day when the truth is that I don’t.
But going with Mia would mean something to her.
I sigh and get out of bed, pulling some clothing out of my dresser and tossing it onto the bed.
Mia comes back from her shower a few minutes later, her hair wavy and her skin flushed. She eyes the clothing on the bed. “That doesn’t look like you’re getting ready to spend the rest of the night in bed.”
“Thought about it and decided that going to a party with you does sound like a better time than sitting here and reading.”
She laughs and pulls an oatmeal-colored knit dress out of the closet. “You’re going to have fun, and if you’re not, we could always come back here and have some fun of our own.”
“Gonna take a shower before we head out, then.”
Mia hums to herself, moving around the room, already hauling out her makeup while I pull on some shorts and head to the shower.
“I told you the party was going to be a good time.” Mia smiles up at me like she’s having the time of her life, though maybe it’s more so the two cans of beer she’s had in the last hour.
“Sure you did.” I reach down long enough to pet Honey as she comes wandering over for some attention before taking off the other way.
“I did. It’s good for you to get out and have people to talk to. I mean, I know you talk to them and sometimes you’ve been at the parties, but this is different. This is just relaxing and going out and probably having a little too much to drink.”
“You’ve definitely had too much to drink.” The corner of my mouth twitches as I band my arms tighter around her waist, holding on while she leans harder into me. “You want to go back to the cabin yet?”
She shakes her head and pulls away as the song comes to an end, a faster one playing. “No. I want to keep having fun with you, and I love this song, which means that you need to dance with me.”
“Oh, do I?” I smirk and lean in, teeth grazing her earlobe.
She shivers and looks at me with wide eyes. “That’s if you know how to dance. I don’t know if you know how or not.”
“I can dance.”
“I don’t think you do.” Her lips purse, her gaze roaming up and down my body, suggesting that there’s something other than just dancing on her mind. “I think you only know how to stand there and drink.”
“Even though I was just dancing with you?”
She shrugs, starting to move her hips to the beat of the music. “I don’t see you do anything more than swaying.”
“That’s all dancing to music is anyway.”
Mia turns and presses her back against my chest, grinding into me as she moves with the beat of the music before pushing away with a laugh. She continues to dance, looking effortlessly happy.
And it’s when she looks that happy that I remember she’s here searching for the ghost of her mother. That this isn’t just some job for her; it’s a chance to feel whole again.
Maybe, just maybe, we might be able to fit our broken pieces together.
So I follow her, giving into her desire to spend the rest of the night dancing, losing the parts of myself that I don’t like in the parts of her that make me feel like a better man. Like I might be capable of finding someone to spend the rest of my life with.
I feel like that person one day could be her.