Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
at the last minute, a smirk tears across his face as we pass, Zara catcalls in the background at us.We run the whole way to the apartment since it’s only two blocks from the bar, her car completely forgotten. Bounding up the stairs with Mia on my heels I quickly unlock the door, fling it open, and turn around to grab her, dragging her inside with me. I’m being a whole lot reckless. The door bangs against the wall behind us, and I know there’s no way there isn’t a hole. I’ll repair it later. I don’t have time right now. I’ve gone full caveman, but I don’t care. I need to be inside her like it was yesterday.
Kicking the door shut, I back her against the wall. “You think it’s okay to flirt with other guys all evening? You think I’ll just sit by and not watch as you twirl that cotton candy hair and laugh just a little too loud at jokes that aren’t funny? Are you trying to make me jealous, Mia?”
“Why? You jealous, Brooks? Does it make you royally pissed to see someone put his hands on me, knowing that I only want yours? Does it make you jealous knowing that while you stood and flirted with Sophie, I sat and wished it was me? I hate these fucking feelings I’m having. I hate that they exist, but the sad truth I’ve been pushing away is that I do. I have so many fucking feelings for you. You aren’t my boyfriend, so I don’t need you to stick up for me.”
“You may not want to label us, Mia, and that’s fine. You don’t wanna give whatever is going on between us a title, that’s fine too. I’m completely okay with going at your pace, but I will tell you this now. You. Are. Mine. So, you tell yourself whatever makes you comfortable because I’m not going anywhere. No matter how unsteady your feelings are toward me. I’m in this for you.”
She smiles. “So you were jealous?”
“Hell yes, I was jealous. I’m a greedy bastard, Mia. I want all of it. Every single scrap, or morsel you’ll give me because my heart is a fucked up asshole and only wants you. So if you need something, you come to me. You want to be fucked, you ask. You want attention, you get it from me. You want me to make love to you so hard we can’t breathe afterward, also me. Welcome to the rest of your life, sweetheart. I’m going to be the air you breathe, every dream you’ve ever had, and the worst nightmare to anyone who dares to lay a finger on you again. You got it?”
“So, you’re going to make love to me now? Have us some nice romantic makeup sex?”
“No, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to do to you what I’ve been dreaming about and researching. I want to hear my name tremble from your lips as you come. So you remember that you belong to me. So you remember that every time my dick thrusts inside you it’s me doing it. So you remember that you’re fucking mine. Every time you walk afterward, you’re going to remember what it feels like to have my dick inside you. Then maybe you won’t be tempted to look for it elsewhere. Ever again because my sweet, sweet Pixie—there’s no getting rid of me now.”
“Damn… is this bossy Brooksy? Cause this is hella hot.”
“Good, now strip. You wanted bossy, you wanted to push me, to make me jealous? Now you get to see what happens when you accomplish all three.”
Mia whips her oversized sweatshirt over her head and flings it to the side, leaving her naked except for her leggings. My eyes trail over her body from head to toe, taking in just how sexy she is when she’s flushed. Rose red paints her cheeks in need, and she bites her lip in anticipation of what is to come. I don’t wait for her to take off her leggings.
“I may need help with these,” she says, holding out her leggings.
“Gladly.” My strength is so raw, so pure right now as I rip them from her body. A gasp escapes her lips, and I can’t help but love the fact that she’s completely okay with my manly man behavior. It’s not tender; it’s rough and desperate. Needy for her attention, all of it.
“You make every other woman on this earth dull in comparison to you. You’re fucking gorgeous, and I can’t even believe that you’re here with me.” I slid my hand up along her spine and bury it in the fullness of her hair, cradling the back of her head as I look into her eyes.
“I’ve never wanted anyone else as much as I want you, Brooks. It’s a crazy feeling. I’ve shut people out for so long that it became second nature. You… you came in here and basically demanded my heart beat for you, and the motherfucker listened.”
I point to my room. “Need you on the bed. Can’t guarantee I’ll be gentle either.”
“Good. I hear gentle is totally overrated anyhow. I need you to boss me around. Use me, Brooksy.”
“Don’t call me Brooksy. Not when I’m being manly.”
She laughs. “Duly noted.”
I strip as quickly as I can, discarding shoes, pants, and shirt as I stalk her into my bedroom. She backs up until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she’s forced to sit down. Her head’s the same level as my dick when I approach her seated position.
But she isn’t going to suck me. Not yet at least. I need her, but she needs to be ready for me first. I pull her up against me hard so she can feel what she’s doing to me. She holds my gaze as I slip my fingers down her side, teasing in circles as I go. She’s tense with desire. Down her side, over her hips and around to the