Fireworks: A Holiday Bad Boy Romance (78 page)

He sets his board down
and skates back over to the ladder. He climbs it and gets into position. This
time, without hesitation, he drops in.

It’s smooth.

This time he stays on his
board and rides over to me.

“So,” he says, “are you
sure you don’t want to go to the demo with me?”

PART 4

Chapter Fourteen

Second Thoughts

Ian

I wake up to a ceiling
suspiciously painted a different color than my own.

Mia sighs in her sleep
next to me, and I’m content just to lie here for a little while and watch her
beautiful body rise and fall with every breath.

It’s been about a week
since that night at the skate park, and we haven’t broken up again, yet.
Technically, we never said the words, “Let’s get back together,” either, but
given the fact that we’re both naked in her bed, in her dad’s house right now,
I’d say that’s pretty much where we are.

Mia takes a deep breath
and her eyes flutter open.

“Good morning,” I say and
kiss her forehead. “Are we still dating?”

“I’ve never liked that
term,” she says. “Can’t we just say we’re two people who like each other enough
to stay naked a lot?”

I chuckle, saying,
“That’s fine by me.”

“Today’s the big day,” I
say. “Well, not the
big
day so much
as the public preview of how the big day is likely to go.”

“Yeah,” she moans and
turns over onto her front, propping her head up with one of her arms as she
looks at me. “Are you stressed about it?” she asks.

“I wouldn’t say I’m
stressed so much as I’m terrified,” I answer, “but at least I’ll know whether
it’s going to be worth the humiliation to go to the Midwest Competition.”

“You’re still thinking of
backing out of it?” she asks.

“Not really,” I tell her.
“I think just knowing that I can drop in is enough, you know. Once I actually
did it, I don’t even know what the problem was.”

“You’d convinced yourself
you couldn’t do it,” she says. “I just helped convince you otherwise.”

“You’re really going to
take credit for everything on this one, aren’t you?” I ask.

She purses her lips and
looks up, saying, “Yeah, I think I’ve pretty well earned it. After all, I’m the
one that got you to stop trying to kill the concrete with your face.”

“That’s good,” I snicker,
“that’s a good one, really. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the hours I
spent on top of that stupid wall going in time after time, knowing there was a
good possibility that I’d end up scraped, bruised, bloody or all of the above.
It was
all
you.”

“I’m glad you’re finally
coming to realize that,” she says and grins wide as she lifts herself to her
hands and knees and kisses my mouth.

“Are you still giving me
a ride to the demo?” I ask between kisses.

“I was thinking about
giving you a ride before the demo,” she answers, smiling and kissing me again.

I brush her hair behind
her ear in my habitual way, and I’m just hoping I can still skate after she’s
through with me. Ever since we went from off to on to off to on again, she’s
been particularly enthusiastic when it comes to the bedroom.

“Are we going to have
time?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I tell her.
“Exhibition doesn’t start until four, and it’s not that far away. I think if we
leave by three, we should be there in plenty of time.”

“That doesn’t give you a
lot of warm up, though,” she says. “Are you good with the course?”

“Never ridden it,” I tell
her.

She’s out of bed and
looking for her clothes, and it must be stopped.

“I’ve got the layout in
my head,” I tell her. “I never show up early. When I saw you at the competition
last time, I’d just gotten there. To be honest, I’m kind of surprised they
still let me ride.”

“Wait, you missed a round
and still won?” I ask.

“You were there, you
didn’t notice?” he asks.

It helps that they
dropped the lowest and highest scores in that particular competition, but I’m
happy just letting her think I am a god of the board.

Of course, she knows
better.

“Still,” she says, “we
should at least make sure we have time to get in and everything. Come on,” she
says, tossing me my pants. “Let’s get going.”

“It’s just a demo,” I
tell her. “The only reason they even have judges is because the guy who
organizes it likes to know who to tap for promo shots for the next event. I’m
telling you, I never show up early. If I don’t get there just in time to skate,
I start getting into my head and that’s when I start to have problems. Trust
me, coming back to bed with that sexy naked body of yours is actually going to
help.”

She puts her palm to her
forehead and shakes her head. “I’m dating a thirteen-year-old,” she groans.

I lift the covers and act
like I’m checking the size of my cock before looking back at her, saying,
“Nope. I’d say I’m pretty full grown.”

“I’m talking about your
brain,” she smirks, “not your dick.”

“All right,” I tell her.
“If you’re not into it, you’re not into it.”

I get out of bed, naked,
and I decide to milk the situation a little by stretching really big, letting
my morning wood stick out even more prominently than it already was.

“What are you doing?” she
asks.

“What?” I ask. “I’m just
stretching.”

“Yeah, you’ve been
stretching for a little while there, big guy,” she says.

I look down and then over
at her, a big smile coming over my face. “Hey, thanks for noticing.”

“Oh god,” she says with a
laugh. “Put that thing away. If you don’t want to get to the demo early, the
least we can do is head to the skate park so you can get warmed up.”

“Nope,” he says, “gotta
go in cold. I mean, I stretch and everything beforehand, but yeah, my feet
don’t touch the board until I’m taking my first run.”

She’s going through her
drawers looking for clothes, but she stops. “You really have it all in your
head?” she asks.

“I don’t have a
photographic memory or anything,” I tell her, “but I have a good idea about
what’s there and where it is. I don’t like to confront the finer details before
that first run. That’s how I keep an edge in street competitions. I practice
some things more than others, so I have quick go-tos when it comes time to take
a run, but I never have anything set in stone. It keeps me on my feet and makes
it a lot harder for me to be boring.”

“That’s pretty
impressive,” she says. “I’m still pretty well convinced that you’re full of
shit and you’re just trying to sneak in another tumble before we have to go,
but still.”

“All right,” I say,
bending down to grab my shirt off the floor. I put it on, my slowly fading
erection still the most noticeable part of my general appearance. “Tumble?” I
ask with a chuckle. “I love when you talk dirty to me.” I take a few steps
toward Mia’s window and try to see the driveway, but my view is blocked. “Your
dad’s still gone, right?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she says. “He
should be.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” I
tell her and finally grab my pants off of the bed where I left them. I’ve even
got them buttoned and zipped when Mia comes over and kisses me on the lips
again, resting her arms on my shoulders.

At first, it feels like
a, “Sorry, bud, it ain’t gonna happen,” thing, but her hands are moving to the
top of my pants and she’s unzipping my zipper.

“What ya doin’?” I ask as
she reaches through the gap in the front of my pants and persuades my member
through it.

She’s gripping me with a
firm, but comfortable touch and her cheeks are a little red.

“You forgot something,”
she says, and while her statement is more a non-sequitur than anything, I bend
down and kiss her again as her hand starts to stroke my growing shaft.

She puts her free hand
around my neck and kisses me back, her tongue and mine massaging one another as
we breathe each other in.

I start to pull my shirt
back off, but she pulls her head away and whispers, “Uh-uh. Leave it on. We’ve
got to be quick. We’ve got things to do.”

She’s in her shirt and
panties, and as much as I don’t like that “we’ve got to be quick,” I’m more
than happy to take what I can get.

Mia pulls me a little
closer, and my hands move over her body, one settling around her shoulders
while the other slips between her legs.

“Damn,” I whisper as I
feel the hot wetness of her.

“Come on,” she says.
“We’ve got to hurry.”

With that, she lets go of
me and I let go of her. She opens her bottom drawer and pulls out the folded
pair of pants she hides her condoms inside, pulling one out of the box before
handing it to me.

“We’ve learned that when
you get out of your head, you can do things you never thought you could do.
Open this,” she says and hands me the condom.

“All right,” I tell her,
“but if you run out of natural lubrication before I get this thing open, we’re
both going to be pretty upset about it.”

“Yeah,” she says. “So
hurry.”

I take a quick look at
the condom wrapper and easily open it.

“What the hell was that?”
she asks.

“Yeah,” I tell her, “I’ve
got to level with you: These things are really easy to open.”

“You are such a jerk,”
she says, taking the now open condom wrapper out of my hand, removing the
condom and replacing the wrapper back between my fingers. “But we don’t have
time for me to yell at you right now for it,” she says and slides the condom
onto me.

“I’m glad to see you’re
taking things so well in stride,” I tell her.

“I’m just really horny,”
she says. “You’re not off the hook for anything, but for right now, I want to
feel you inside me and I want you to make me come. After that, I can reconsider
being mad at you.”

“Maybe I’ll just wait
then,” I tell her. “If making you come is going to give you permission to be
angry at me, I don’t really see my motivation here.”

“Yeah,” she says, putting
her lips close to my ear, “all that’s going to do is get me mad a lot sooner.”

“Fair enough,” I laugh,
and she giggles as she grabs my wrist, guiding my hand between her legs.

Mia’s black hair hangs as
she throws her head back when my fingers reach her center. She’s slick to the
touch, and I kiss her lips before sliding two fingers inside her.

“Whoa,” she titters and I
pull my hand back.

“Are you all right?” I
ask.

“Fine,” she laughs. “I
just wasn’t expecting the second one. Ya kind of caught me by surprise there.”

I smile and kiss her
forehead. “Sorry about that,” I tell her.

“Oh no,” she says,
shaking her head. “It was nice. I just didn’t know it was coming.”

She grabs my hand and
puts it back where it was.

“Where were we?” she
asks.

She lets go of my cock
and wraps her arms around my neck as I first slide one, and then another finger
into her. Now that she’s expecting it, her muscles tense and she takes in a
deep breath, her eyes closed.

Now, with the condom on
and both of us primed, I put both my hands around Mia’s back and pull her
close, walking slowly backward toward the bed.

I reach the edge and sit
down. The plan was to lie down, but Mia climbs on top of me and puts her hands
on my shoulders, encouraging me to stay in a sitting position.

She presses her body
against mine and reaches down between her legs, grabbing my cock from between
mine and setting my tip against her dripping gap.

I put my arms behind
myself and lean back a little, aiding the process as she lowers herself onto
me, bit by bit, until I’m in her down to my base.

Mia rocks her hips as she
leans back, and I watch her supple breasts pulse as she rides me harder now.

“We
do
have to be quick,” she says in a whisper so near silent that I
have to strain to hear her.

With one hand, I pull the
front of her shirt down, securing it beneath her breasts. Putting both arms
around her now, I settle my hands on her lower back, supporting her as I lean
forward to kiss her soft mounds.

Her skin grows even
hotter in my mouth, and the springs in her mattress are really starting to
creak.

I just hope her dad’s
really not home. He seemed like a peaceful kind of guy, but walking in on
something like this has persuaded a lot of otherwise gentle souls to perform
some pretty heinous acts.

I really can’t think
about that now, though. Mia said we had to be quick and from the tempo and
depth of her breathing and the eagerness with which she’s riding me, she’s not
too far from done, and I don’t want to go to this demo all backed up.

Sure, I will if I have
to, but it just makes things that much more difficult out on the pavement.

“Oh my god,” she moans,
bringing me back to the moment.

“Are you close?” I ask,
kissing between her breasts before leaning back again.