Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
on. It’ll be fun,” I say, pulling her hand to follow me as I get out of bed.“I need a shower. I smell like sex.”
I wink at her. “You smell amazing.” She does. Her cotton candy vanilla mixes with my own smell and the possessive part of me likes that she smells of me.
She groans as she gets out of bed. Her cotton candy hair drapes down her back as she stands. It’s wavy like I imagine a mermaid’s hair would be in the water.
Her pert little ass. Curvy hips. Slim waist.
The bold black gothic tattoo that covers her right thigh, identical to the painting that hangs in our living room. Beautiful shoulder blades. I’m openly ogling her sexy self and when she peeks over her shoulder catches me, she bites her lip, and the urge to haul her back into bed and do anything she asks hits me. I refrain. I’ve been planning this for a while now and today’s the perfect day. “You realize that it’s really dumb to leave a naked woman in your bed to get up and make her go places?”
“I promise you’ll like this place.”
“Worth losing out on all the hot sex we could be having instead?”
“I hope so.”
I watch Mia as she pulls on her typical outfit. Black leggings that slip up her legs and hug every single one of her delicious curves. I want to be those leggings. Overly jealous of them, to be honest, because I want to cocoon her body that closely. To hug her slim legs, her sexy hips. She slips on an oversized sweater that hangs off her shoulder.
“No bra?” I lift an eyebrow, surprised.
“Problem with that?”
“Yes, I don’t want anyone other than me knowing that you don’t have a bra on under there. It’s going to drive me crazy just thinking about the fact that they’re free, and I can’t touch them whenever I want to.” I grind my teeth at the thought of another man noticing she isn’t wearing a bra.
“Self-control, Brooks.”
“It went out the window a while ago, Mia. I blame you. You make me lose control.”
“Oh, is that so?”
I growl at her seductively. “You know it is.” She walks over to me, pressing her soft lips to mine, giving me the sweetest of kisses, and I want so much more. The truth is I’ve lost control. She’s taken me heart and soul, any semblance of normality hanging by the tiniest thread.
“Uh, uh, uh, Brooks. You said no naked sex today. That means we have to get going, you ready?”
“But…”
“Come on, Brooksy. Let’s see this place you have picked out.” I grit my teeth and will the boner that’d risen down yet again over her teasing.
I quickly grab my sweatpants, a long-sleeved shirt, and my jacket. Mia stands in front of me staring. She looks to my crotch, then back at me and points. “No boxers?”
I point right back at her. “No bra.”
“That’s not fair, Brooks. Do you have any idea how much women are going to ogle your boxerless package? You’re basically dangling yourself out there in dude lingerie with those sweatpants.”
“About as much as other men will ogle your braless breasts.”
She crosses her arms and huffs. “Fine.”
“Do you have any idea how hot this bossy side of you is?”
“Oh yeah, you have a bossy side, Brooks?”
“I can be quite demanding when I want to be…”
“Later.” At that, she winks and opens the front door, disappearing.
I follow her out, locking the door behind me, and race down the stairs. She stands waiting at her black Miata.
“Let me drive,” I say, walking around to the passenger’s side.
She quirks an eyebrow. “Do you even have a license?”
I puff out my chest, proud of myself. “Yep, I was very proficient in tractor driving.” She snorts. “I’m serious.”
“Me too, but tractor driving?”
“Hey, don’t judge, tractor racing was a big deal at our compound fair every year. I will have you know that I got first place more than once.”
“Oh my God, you really are serious!” She bends over laughing. A full belly laugh, and I can’t help but join her.
“To answer your question though, yes, I can drive a car. The tractor thing isn’t a joke, though. I can drive a mean farm tractor. You’re looking at a three-time champion.”
“I am sure you can, Brooks. Maybe one day you can show me your mad skills so that I can have all sorts of lusty fantasies about it. That’s a new one for me. Doing it over a tractor. Another thing for the bucket list.”
“You’d think my tractor was sexy.” She stares at me for a minute, a smile curling the red corners of her lips, before laughter bursts from within.
“You can drive if… you never, ever use that phrase again. Okay?” She tosses me her keys walking around the car. I jog around her, and she looks at me like an alien.
“Aren’t you driving?”
“I am, but I’m also opening the door for a pretty lady first.”
“This isn’t a date. You know that, right?”
“Date or no date, Mia. I’m opening your damn door. Now accept it and get in the car, please.” I smile at her.
“Mmmm… do I detect the bossy coming out, Brooksy?”
“You haven’t seen bossy yet, Mia.”
She slips into the car seat and starts buckling her seatbelt. Looking over at me, she winks. “I’m looking forward to it.”
The car is filled with music on the way to our destination. I gaze in Mia’s direction to witness her jamming along to whatever song is streaming through the speakers, bumping the doors. It’s dark and gritty. The simplicity of driving together feels so normal, so comfortable. So…couple-like.
“What song is this?” I ask.
“Oh my God! You’ve never heard of Billie Ellish. Gah… this is one of my favorite songs by her! She’s just so good.” She pumps her fist in the air, dancing in her seat and singing along.
“What’s it called?”
“Bad Guy.”
“Interesting…”
She lightly smacks my arm. “Don’t tell me you hate it.”
“Never said that… it’s just interesting…”
“Uh huh…”
A few seconds