I was laying on top of Michael like a dying vulcano. I was in desperate need of both water and oxygen, but I was too euphoric to move. His hands kept squeezing my hips and he was still thrusting hard, until he hissed my name the moment he filled the condom inside of me. I'd lost count of how many times he'd brought me to ecstasy during the night, and even though we were tired after wearing each other out over and over again, it was a good kind of tired. The kind that made you feel elated and relaxed at the same time, and painted a smile on your face that simply wouldn't go away no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. Not that I bothered to try much. We kept giggling and were simply not able to keep our hands off each other. I'd never been happier in my whole life.
Michael stroked my hair away so he could see my face better. Then he gave me a loud, sloppy kiss on the mouth and chuckled.
"You look so gorgeous like this," he murmured, and his voice was raw from our love making.
"You're crazy," I smiled. "I'm sweaty and disgusting, and my hair looks and feels like a crow's nest."
"And that's what makes you beautiful. You rock the 'recently fucked' look."
I rolled my eyes, but ended up laughing. I loved the same look on him, so I knew what he meant. And when he squeezed my ass and pushed my knees closer around his waist, he growled deeply into my neck.
"You smell of sex, too. And it drives me wild knowing that I am the reason."
He trusted his pelvis to make sure I knew he was still inside me. As if I could ignore that. He was getting softer by the moment, but that didn't help the fact that I was getting pretty sore by now and was super sensitive to everything.
"I think we should take another shower," I suggested and pecked his lips.
"Yeah, you know how that ended," he snickered and wiggled his eyebrows. We barely got to wash our hair before we ended up having another round that lasted until we ran out of hot water. Then we went back to bed and continued there.
"It's not my fault you're horny all the time," I whined, although I didn't really mind. Actually, I didn't protest at all because I was just as bad as him, and I wasn't even ashamed of it. One thing was for certain; the old, prudish Mia was buried once and for all.
"As the matter of fact, it is. You're like a walking Viagra."
"What?" I laughed, and finally climbed off him and carefully sat on the edge of the bed. Oh, yeah. Definitely sore.
"You're my Miagra."
"Oh, my God. That's so lame," I laughed.
"Probably, but true nevertheless," he smirked, removed the condom and got up, too.
"I want to do this all day."
"We already did that. What time is it anyway? Aren't you supposed to be at work?" I asked, but he just yawned and stretched.
"I took the day off."
"You called in sick?"
I immediately felt bad for stealing his valuable time, which probably cost him a lot of money.
"Naw. Because everybody knows I would still be working if I was sick."
"So that means that pretty much everybody knows that you're home because of me?" I gasped and felt flaming embarrassment stinging my cheeks. It didn't help that he shrugged nonchalantly.
"They know I've been tired from not sleeping much, but the main reason is because we have some things to sort out today."
"We? As in you and them?"
"No. You and me."
I narrowed my eyes. What was so important that he needed to take a whole day off?
"We'll talk about it after breakfast. Well... It's actually time for a late lunch now," he chuckled, and my eyes grew wider.
"Late lunch?" I exclaimed and finally caught a glance at the clock on my phone. It said 4:38 pm.
"Time flies when we're having fun," he chuckled, and I groaned and threw a pillow at him. I didn't disagree, though. So when he grabbed my hand and started walking towards the bathroom, I willingly followed.
Second attempt to complete a shower.
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"What?" Mia exclaimed.
"A public announcement. Nothing big. We might as well do it tomorrow, because it's only a matter of time before they find out about us anyway. It's better to know when it happens so we can stay safe until everything mellows out."
She stared at me while she slowly chewed and swallowed her food.
"Who are they? Doesn't your manager already know? And your stab?"
Then she gasped and looked hurt.
"You haven't told your family about me?"
"No, babe. The media. Those pirahnas can cause more chaos than a category five hurricane. And my family is dying to meet you, by the way."
I could see a tiny smile before she looked down at her plate. It was almost empty.
"I was thinking maybe we could invite them here after the press conference."
"Please don't say that I have to stand in front of a swarm of journalists, Michael. I can't..."
"Absolutely not," I interrupted. I knew her well enough to know that would be one of the worst things to put her through. The consequences of us going public on the other hand, was something completely different and something I couldn't really control. I just hoped they wouldn't be too rough on her. I knew how the paparazzies could be.
"I have a spokesperson to take care of that part."
"Your manager?" she asked, and I could hear the weak fear in her voice.
"No. My lawyer usually takes care of things like that. Tom. You've met him. All we have to worry about is security."
I sighed through my nose and gestured for her to come and sit on my lap, and hesitantly she did.
"Babe... You know who I am."
"Yeah. You're right," she sighed. "I guess I kind of denied it. I prefer to stay in the little bubble we're in right now. I don't even want to think about tomorrow."
"Me too," I said and kissed her cheek. "But it's impossible to keep us a secret much longer. Not unless I lock you up here at Neverland, out of sight from everybody. And I don't want that. I don't want to hide you from the world. Heck, I would yell it from the stage at Wembley stadium if I was going there again."
Mia snorted a laugh, clearly not believing me, but I loved the way her eyes glittered. They often did when she was looking at me.
"Seriously. I want them to know that you're my girlfriend. We'll deal with the rest as we go. You'll be staying here for a while, right?"
There it was; her beautiful smile, and I pulled her closer so I could dig my nose into her soft curls.
"Good," I smirked, without needing to know the exact amount of days.
"I guess... I mean, if you want to, then... Like, until the school starts?"
I gave her a 'don't be silly' look.
"I would be disappointed if you left sooner. There's actually a risk that you have to stay longer too, depending on how crazy things turn out."
Or you don't have to go back to Sacramento at all, I thought to myself. I wouldn't mind if she stayed here on a permanent basis.
"But I need to get back to school in time. I have several assignments and two exams coming up. I even have a whole bag of books with me now, so I can start early."
"Good. Then you can work on your computer from here if necessary, and you won't miss out on anything."
She tilted her head a bit so a stray curl fell in front of her eyes, and she nudged me with her shoulder.
"You have it all planned out, haven't you?"
She giggled when I wiggled my eyebrows.
"I do. So I've got pregnancy tests in the bathroom and our honeymoon next week goes to Aruba."
"What?" she barked and turned on my lap so fast that I groaned. I didn't calculate getting my dick squeezed.
"I'm kidding! Man, you should've seen your face," I laughed, and groaned again when she elbowed me. But when she tried to get up, I locked her in place by her hips.
"You used a condom every time, right?" she asked, suddenly a bit paranoid.
"And if I say no?"
"Michael!" she threatened. "I'm being serious here."
"Every time, babe. Nothing to worry about. I didn't even cut the tip the last couple of times."
"I swear to God!" she growled and scowled at me. "You play too much."
"Guilty as charged. But back to the case. I don't want the paparazzies to hound you like they do to me. And you need to be prepared to see your face all over the news."
"Oh, crap. So I need to look alive every day, then?"
I poked her rib and loved her little squeal.
"Preferably. Imagine the headlines when they find out that I'm dating a corpse."
"Gosh, you're such a weirdo," she laughed and added an eyeroll. Then there were a few moments of silence where I just hugged her. I loved sitting like this. Clothes or no clothes, I couldn't get enough of being near her, which made me hate the past week even more. We'd barely spoken at all, and when we did she sounded closed off and sad.
Did she hang out with Dickhead? Was that why she seemed distant? Maybe he was there when we spoke on the phone? I hope to God they didn't share bed again, because that...!
"Michael?"
"Hm?" I replied, trying to shake off my jealousy.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No. Why do you think that?"
She studied me closely, and it felt like her eyes scanned every part of me just by staring into mine.
"I don't know. I just got this feeling... Nevermind."
The silence that followed wasn't as pleasant as before. It seemed like she had worries of her own. And I was just about to ask, when she snuggled closer and kissed my neck.
"I love you," she whispered. And with those three words, everything felt okay again.