Page 50 of Trust In Me

“I guess for you it's different, but I would be worried about having to leave the family when the assignment is over. Nannies build a bond with the child, and then when they aren’t needed anymore they just move on. I don’t know how you do that. I guess it’s good that you will always be in Hallie’s life.”

Mia picks up her glass, and takes a drink as she tries to find the words to respond. “I think leaving someone you have grown to love, no matter the reason, is one of the hardest things anyone has to do. But, like you said, people leave because they have to, not necessarily because they want to.” Mia’s voice takes on a sad tone, almost like she is talking about when she has to leave. But like Freya said, even when Mia is no longer needed as Hallie’s nanny, probably when she starts nursery school, she’ll still be around to see her every day. So, I don’t know why she’d get sad talking about that.

I don’t have time to dwell on her comments for too long because as soon as the song changes to “Dirrty” by Christina Aguilera, Ryleigh insists all the girls and the giant penis head to the dance floor. Even the new girl, Belle, ends up getting dragged along too.

The conversation between the guys stops as we all turn to watch the girls dance. I’m sure we tell ourselves that it’s a security thing. That we have to make sure they’re all safe. But in reality, I think we are all watching our own girl.

My gaze locks on Mia instantly, and at first she looks a little out of place, like she isn’t entirely sure what to do. Her head swivels around and she begins to get overwhelmed with the amount of people around her. Almost on instinct, she turns to face me and with a smile and a nod, I let her know that she can let her hair down and I’ll watch over her. Mia constantly has her guard up, waiting for her father or Kyle to strike at any moment, but there’s no way in hell that’s happening while I'm around. Even though we aren’t together, I still fucking care about her.

The girls dance through a couple of different songs, their moves becoming more raunchy as they swirl their hips to the music. It doesn’t take long for the guys to say fuck it, and they join their girls on the dance floor. Liam, surprisingly, caves first, and he joins Bree and the giant cock, which is definitely the funniest sight I’ve seen in a long time.

Declan caves next, joining Belle, and it’s not long before Ryleigh pulls Shane onto the dance floor. I hear Kian make a comment about going to dance so he can see more clearly if there’s a threat. Guy must think we’re stupid. His lovesick ass goes straight for Freya, and it takes less than two minutes for her to shoot him down. Kian is everything she’s not looking for in a guy. He fights, and he’s in the world she’s desperately fighting to be free from. Still, Kian doesn’t seem like the type of guy to give up easily, and he continues to persevere, just dancing near her until she caves.

I’m left here with Finn, who seems more interested in his phone than being here. He appears to be texting furiously, his fingers banging on the touch screen of his phone. His eyebrows are furrowed and in deep concentration, concerned with whatever he’s reading. I’m about to ask him if he’s okay, when he turns to me first. “Tell Liam and Bree that I’m sorry, but I need to leave. Evan has got himself into a fucking mess with the mission Dad sent him on. I’ve gotta go and help him. Tell them I’m sorry.” He stands to leave, but I grab hold of his arm to get his attention.

“Wait, do you need any help? Is Evan okay?” I may have a serious liking for the asshole, and think he needs to get over his hero worship of Desmond, but I would still throw down for him, the way I would with any of the Doughty siblings.

“No, it will be fine when I get there. Don’t tell them anything that will ruin tonight. I will text and keep you updated. I promise, you all should stay and enjoy your evening.” With a nod, I let go of his arm and we say our goodbyes before Finn heads towards the door.

Looking over at the group, nobody has noticed Finn has left yet, which is good. I don’t want Liam chasing after him and ruining this evening. Everyone is dancing, even Freya has allowed Kian to dance with her now. My eyes naturally go to Mia, who has started to relax and is letting the music take over her body. I watch as she sways her hips to the beat, and I’m hypnotised.

Then I notice the tall guy standing beside her, who is trying to dance his way towards her. Every so often he puts his hand on her hip, but she moves it out the way and turns her back on him. It couldn’t be more obvious that she doesn’t want to dance with him, yet he is persisting. I let it happen twice before I stand and charge my way onto the dance floor. By the time I reach them, I’ve calmed down enough to know I’m not going to punch the guy in the face. Instead, I walk straight up to Mia and pull her into my arms. At first she’s shocked, and the guy behind her starts to protest. So, I make it very fucking clear she is unavailable by pressing my lips against hers.

It was supposed to be a sweet kiss, just enough to show him that she isn’t on the market. But the moment our lips touch, it’s like these last few weeks never happen and all the lust we feel between us explodes. I pull her body against mine, and she wraps her arms around my neck, threading her fingers through my hair so she can pull me impossibly closer. Her tongue slides across my lower lip before giving it a slight nibble, and I’m putty in her hands. Our tongues mingle, battling for dominance, and I savour her taste. It’s just as perfect as I remember, and there may as well be fucking fireworks going off in the background. That’s how explosive and perfect kissing Mia is to me.

After a while we pull apart, panting as we try to catch our breaths. She keeps her arms wrapped around my neck, and mine stays pressed into her hips. She begins to sway to the music, and it’s as though the whole world falls away around us, and it’s just the two of us dancing to the music. I couldn’t even tell you what happened to the other guy, I’m assuming he left. I don’t even give a shit if any of our friends saw us kiss. I’ve never hidden how I feel for Mia, so it’s not news to them.

As the song changes, Mia turns in my arms, so her back is plastered against my front, and she begins to grind her ass into my cock. Pulling my hands around to the front, she keeps hold of them while she sways and grinds against me. With a confidence I’ve only ever seen her have in the bedroom, she takes full ownership of her body and she moves it with purpose. She knows that each and every twist, turn, and grind is turning me on. She can no doubt feel the painful erection I have that is straining against my now incredibly tight jeans. For the first time since I was a teenager, I worry I might actually come in my pants, just from dry humping alone. She doesn’t even seem to mind that we are in the middle of a nightclub, surrounded by people. And I know why. It's because when we are together it’s like nobody else even exists.

We continue to dance for a long time, until finally I feel Liam pulling on my arm, and Bree appears to be doing the same with Mia. “Sorry to break up whatever the hell this is,” Liam says, looking pointedly between Mia and myself, before continuing. “We’re going to get a taxi home. Ryleigh’s had too much to drink and Shane wants to take her home, so I said we would go too. Freya and Kian are coming too, I think. You guys are welcome to stay if you like?”

Mia looks over at me as Bree finishes her sentence, no doubt giving her the same option Liam just gave me. I give her a slight nod, knowing that she won’t want to stay here without Bree. I hate that our bubble has to burst, but maybe I can keep it going just a little longer.

As we start to head to the door, Shane is in front of us carrying Ryleigh like a bride as she cuddles up to the giant, inflatable knob. Even Freya looks a little wobbly on her feet as Kian lets her lean on him for support. I think we all drank more than we realised while we were dancing.

While we are outside waiting for our taxis to arrive, Mia shivers from the cold weather, and without thinking I throw my arm around her and pull her against me. I don’t have a jacket to give her, the best I can do is give her some of my warmth. We seem to have drifted away from the group slightly, which, as I look over, I realise is a good thing. Ryleigh begins to puke her guts up, with Shane holding back her hair, while Liam lectures her about drinking too much.

Ignoring the drama, I turn Mia towards me and wrap my arms around her. “I’ve enjoyed tonight,” I say with a smile, and my heart races when she smiles back, wrapping her arms around me too.

“Me too. It’s been a lot of fun. I don’t think I’ve ever danced like that before.” The blush that spreads across Mia’s cheeks as she mentions our dirty dancing does absolutely nothing to help my strained cock.

“I’m glad I got to be another of your firsts,” I say, as I gently push a rogue strand of hair off her face and tuck it behind her ear. Using that hand, I cup her cheek and guide her lips against mine. It’s short and sweet, but fuck is it hot. I want more. No, I need more.

“Come back home with me,” I say, and Mia chuckles.

“We live together, silly.”

Shaking my head, I fix my intense gaze on her and pull her body closer so she can feel my cock against her body, and she will know exactly what I mean. “No, Flower. I mean, come back to my room with me. Just for tonight if you want. I just need one more night with you.” I can hear the desperation in my voice, and for a moment I think she wants it too. Then it’s like something clicks and she takes a step back. She’s still in my arms, but the distance speaks volumes.

“Kel, we both know one night will never be enough. I’m sorry. Tonight should never have happened, it isn’t fair on you. We can’t be together, and doing this is only going to make it harder. Before you say anything, yes, I do want you. Fuck, my body craves yours. But that doesn’t mean we can be together.”

I want to argue, I want to scream and shout, but it’s pointless. She has a reason why we can’t be together, and she doesn’t trust me enough to share it with me. Until the love we feel for each other overpowers whatever is going on in her brain, we don’t stand a chance. So, I keep hold of her in my arms, and I don’t try to close the distance between us. I don’t try to kiss her at the end of the evening. Instead, I’m just grateful that for a little bit of time, I was able to experience what it’s like to be with Mia. I know our hearts and souls were made for each other, I’m just waiting for her brain to catch up.

The next few days in the lead up to the wedding pass by relatively quickly. The house feels like a fucking bus station with all the people coming and going. Even though Bree and Liam didn’t want a big event, there’s still a lot of fucking effort that goes into putting on such a high-profile wedding. The security alone is a nightmare, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kian as stressed. Normally the cocky asshole always has a smile on his face and an overly sarcastic comment to share, but this last week I’ve noticed he seems very stressed. I guess after what happened at the last wedding, it’s important they get this one right.

After the joint party, Mia and I never spoke about what happened, but the tension between us seems to be worsening. Obviously we have to interact regularly every time she takes care of Hallie, but we haven’t exactly gone back to the being friends stage yet, and thankfully she isn’t trying to force me. I just can't ignore the electricity that hums through my body every time our hands touch slightly, or the swooping feeling I get in my stomach every time she walks into the room. My heart literally races whenever I catch her looking at me. Those feelings don’t just go away because she says they have to.

Luckily, the mass of people in our house has given me a constant distraction. I did some work for Liam looking into Declan, who thankfully is clean. I say thankfully because the girls really took to Belle, and she’s become a regular fixture around here since then. Bree and Mia particularly really hit it off with her, and Declan seemed pleased because apparently since moving here Belle has struggled to make friends. Also, Declan doesn’t seem too bad either. How he has been friends with Kian all these years, I will never know. They are complete opposites, yet whenever they are together they bring out the best in each other, and are definitely more like brothers than anything else. Actually reminds me of Liam and me; we aren’t exactly compatible on paper, but we work.

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