Page 44 of The Hearts We've Broken
“Who’s that?” I whispered.
Mikey shook his head and raised his shoulders.
“The guys?”
“I don’t think so. They wouldn’t be quiet if it were them.”
“Wait, I think I hear something. They’re definitely inthere,” one of the muffled voices from outside said, their voice attempting to be a whisper but failing.
“I need to get a statement about their relationship. Readers will eat it up,” another one replied as footsteps approached the door.
“Quick! Moan!” Mikey hissed at me.
I pinched my brows. “Excuse me?”
“Pretend we’re having sex and they won’t try to come in,” he explained. “They’ll leave. There’s nothing more awkward than walking in on someone.”
You have no fucking idea.
“I can’t just—” My protests were cut off by him grabbing my hand and pulling me toward his lap.
“Come on, Juniper,” he rasped in my ear, his voice low and gravelly, as he tugged me down onto his lap. “Just grind on me a little.”
“You can’t be serious!” I whipped my head toward the door just as the reporter walked up the steps. Their silhouette was now right outside the window. “This isn’t in the rules.”
“Would you rather have to talk to them about our fake relationship and have them spin it in an unfavorable way?” he challenged.
“No. Fine.” I huffed. I moved my hips a little against him, putting as little effort into it as possible.
Mikey grabbed my hips, holding me down slightly and adding more pressure. He was growing harder beneath me, and I inhaled a long, slow breath.
“That’s it, Peach.”
Before I could respond, he stood, flipping us so we were lying on the couch, him on top of me. He lifted one of my legs so it hooked around his torso. His hips rocked againstmine and, through our clothes, his hard length brushed against my clit, dragging a moan from my lips.
I clamped my hand over my mouth, eyes widening at what I’d just done, but Mikey took my hand and pinned it over my head.
“Let it all out. Don’t hold back. I want everyone outside to know exactly what I do to you, even without being inside you.”
I knew the rules of our agreement, and this was explicitly against them, but at the same time, the reporters outside didn’t know we were pretending, so technically this was within the rules to make it believable…right?
Shaking my head to dispel the thoughts, I pulled my arms out of Mikey’s grasp and reached down to undo his belt and unzip his jeans. He pulled them down and kicked them off, leaving him in a T-shirt and his boxers. His cock strained against the fabric, and my core clenched. I palmed it through his shorts, and he groaned.
Even with the barrier of clothes between us, every roll of his hips against mine was heaven, sending waves of pleasure down my body to my toes. I tilted my body up toward his, so every time he grinded against me, a jolt wracked through me.
Mikey’s chest rose and fell as he panted above me, rough grunts falling from his mouth with every thrust. His pace quickened, and I gasped, breathing heavily. The couch below us creaked along with our rhythm. He was going to make me come, and we weren’t even naked.
My back arched from the couch, and stars clouded my vision as heat spread in my toes and I moaned. Loudly. If anyone outside hadn’t heard us before, they did now. My legs shook around him, fingernails pulling at the fabric of his shirt, bunching it up behind his back.
“Fuck, Juniper. I’m going to come.” Mikey’s eyes closed as he bucked his hips. His arms trembled beside me as he let out a garbled breath then collapsed onto me. “The things you do to me, Peach. Look at me. You’ve made me come in my pants like a damn teenager.”
I pulled my lip between my teeth, heat pooling in my core at the thought of being able to get him off just from dry humping. Then the silence hit me, and I looked toward the trailer door.
Laughing, I said, “I think they’re gone now.”
@therodeoroundup.official:Last night we tried to get a comment from Mikey Tucker on his relationship.
@thetipsycowgirl:@therodeoroundup.official Tried?
