MJ’s POV

As Brian pulled away, I couldn’t help but feel little butterflies form in my stomach. I had just had the best day with him, and the only thing that would have made it better was fucking the night away. I know, I know, Dice would kill us both, but I didn’t care. There was just something about the way Brain acted around me that left me craving more. He was caring, kind, well mannered, and calmed me like no other man I had ever encountered. It was like he understood me, which was a rare find. You see, I wasn’t exactly what most people would consider normal. I was an odd ball with a huge stack of problems; anxiety disorder, family drama, dumb blonde, wore my heart on my sleeves. Pick your poison. Most guys went running the first sign of my problems, but not Brian. Maybe that was the real reason I forgave the whole bet thing so easily.

“Hello?” I called as I unlocked the front door. Oh, right, her car’s not in the driveway. But where would she be at eleven at night? I knew she wasn’t sleeping around with Matt because last I knew she wanted to rip him an new asshole. She wasn’t working and I only knew that because she always texted me when she got called into that hell hole we called a job.

I sighed as I moved over to the couch, digging through my purse to find my phone. Oh, what the heck? I had totally forgot that Brian bought me a car today. What the hell was he thinking? No one should ever give a car as a birthday give to someone you barely know. I felt my pulse quicken and my chest start to rise and fall quickly at the thought. I would just have to show him that I didn’t need a car and that he should take it back. Forty-Thousand dollars for a car? I couldn’t believe it! Hell, with that money I could pay off most of my student loan debt.

Why weren’t my rich-ass parents paying for my college education like they had Corey’s, you ask? Oh, I don’t know, it was something about me not choosing an actual career and throwing my life away.I guess I never understood why following my heart and choosing the one major that I was actually good at was a bad thing. Oops, my bad. It was probably part of the reason why I hadn’t talk to my parents in years—they didn’t know who I actually was, let alone respect me. I had always been little problem child Mia with my anxiety and lack of actual talent. Their words, not mine. I guess that why I always felt like sloppy seconds, because my family thought I was. They couldn’t wait to be free of my burden, hence never once receive a call from them. I felt worthless in their eyes.

“There you are!” I cried as my fingers gripped my phone. I dialed Dice but it just kept ringing until it switched over to voicemail. That was odd, Dicey almost always answers when I call. “I hope she’s okay,” I voice aloud, hoping that it will make the statement true. God, if anything ever happened to Dice, I don’t know what I’d do. I swear she was the only thing keeping me from jumping off the deep end and ending it all some days.

I tried calling again but still no answer. “Okay, calm down, Mia, she’s probably just smoking on the beach or something. She likes to do that…” I tried to assure myself, but my body wasn’t buying it. I knew I needed to distract myself so that I wouldn’t fall into one of my attacks.
I stood up and headed upstairs, taking off my shoes and dress as I went. Once in my room, I pulled on a pair of boy-short panties and a tank top and crashed into bed with my sketchpad. To me, there was nothing like good doodle to distract my wandering mind. I just let my hand and my imagination start to take control, though I wasn’t quite prepared for what came out.

My hand feverishly flew over the page, creating dark lines and blending them into the whiteness of the page. It was like the tip of the pencil had a mind of it’s own, drawing anything an everything that it desired. Only, what it came out as was man and a woman in a passionate embrace with a car and a girl that looked very much like Dice standing in the background. Oh, hell, this was the universes way of telling me that I was deep trouble for today! I moaned and turned the page, hoping a fresh canvas would bring something more substantial than my sorry excuse for a personal life.

As I drew something that looked like a very intricate flower, my eyes started to droop and I propped my head up with my elbow. I slowly started to drift into unconsciousness with each shading pass and detailed addition. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was looking over at my phone to see it read 2:00 am.

“Hey there beautiful,” and I could feel his warm breath on my bare neck, sending my body into a shockwave of pleasure. A set of strong tattooed hands ran down the length of my back in the most seductive way possible before lingering on my ass. I felt a light spank before I rolled over to find myself face-to-face with those unforgettable blue eyes. “Do you know it’s illegal to look this sexy in Spiderman panties?”

My face blushed deeply but I couldn’t help but smile. There was just something so sexy about this moment that I could’t deny the aching feeling that was rising in my core. Or maybe it was the hard boner pressed against the fabric of my panties, I couldn’t tell. “I thought you were going to wait unit I called you.” A small frown falls over my lips as my hips unconsciously grind against the hard mass between my legs. Did he have any idea how fucking crazy he was driving me?

“What I cant just come surprise you?” Brian chuckled as his lips began to trail kisses from my lips down to my collarbone. I swear every inch of my body was on fire just from those kisses alone and he was driving me wild. Did he know the effect that he had on me? His lips trailed lower and lower until he reached my panty line. I literally whimpered from frustration as my fingers wound themselves in his hair. He was teasing me horribly. “You know you like my little games.”

“Just please don’t tease me,” I moaned. Brain licked my clit through my underwear, causing me to pull tight on his hair. “Mmm…you’re killing me here, Brian.” I whined. It only seemed to turn him more on.

He carefully moved his calloused fingers underneath the thin cotton and started to rub my clit, igniting my aching core with delight. I threw my head back with a moan as my body arched into him in pure delight. Soon one finger pushed its way inside of me, followed by another, sending every nerve ending in my body into a frenzy. My hips immediately started to ride his fingers as he quickly pumped in and out of me with a wicked smirk on his face. Oh, Brian sure knew how to please me. And just when I was seconds from reaching that sweet darkness, he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean of my juices.

“Did you really think it would be that easy?” Brian’s voice was low and husky as me moved to straddle me, his hands working on his dark denim pants. I couldn’t help but chew my bottom lip while my eyes watched him free that demon, though I had to admit that I never really looked at one up close before. Hell, I had never given a guy head before for that matter. Oh, but my body craved that delicious looking cock. “You like it, don’t you?”

I nodded and hungrily licked my lips, sitting up and moving forward on the bed. Carefully chewing my bottom lip, I looked up at Brian to see a caring and kind face looking down at me. Okay, so here goes nothing. I was going to do this and I just hope that I wouldn’t fuck this up. I slowly licked up his length while my hands went to lightly pump at the shaft. Brian let out an approving moan so I knew I must be doing something right. I slowly took him into my mouth and started to move which only made Brain pull my hair as he let out a sexy growl. I continued moving with him in my mouth, faster and faster while my tongue worked its magic on the inside.
“Oh, fuck!” he hissed. I chanced a glance up at him as I worked, only to see the sexiest sight I had ever seen. Brian’s eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip as he enjoyed my blowjob.

The next thing I knew, Brian pushed me back in the bed and assaulted me in a hungry kiss. Our tongues danced in a sexual tango as our hands ravished each other’s body. Was there anything that this man wasn’t good at? Because when I thought his magical finger felt good inside of me, they felt just as good if not better pulling and playing with my nipples. I moaned into his mouth out of sheer desperation, wanting nothing more than for him to bury that delicious length deep inside of me.

“Please stop teasing me,” I growled between kisses as our body’s hungrily pressed to one another in all our naked glory. God, I could get used to this and really become addicted. I would totally trade in my day job if Brian would pay me to do this every day. The man was driving me wild!

“Do you want it now?” He asked, teasing my entrance through my panties.

I moaned and clawed at his suddenly bare chest. His tattoo’s boldly stared me back for the first time and I couldn’t help but admire sure a fine work of art. Fucking hell, Brian Haner was hot! Without warning, he ripped off the fine cotton panties and burred his length deep inside me.
“Oh, god!” I cried, clutching his arms for support. My Back arched into his thrust before he started moving at a deadly fast pace. I couldn’t help but let out a scream of pure pleasure with each deep penetration. Something that felt this good had to be illegal!

I looked up to see Brain going out of his mind. “You’re so…fucking…tight….”he rasped. Suddenly his lips moved down to capture mine as I dug my nails into his flesh. Oh, he was going to carry me over the edge so easily.

“Faster, Brain,” I panted, craving my release that was only seconds away. However, instead of moving faster, he decided that he would change the pace to agonizingly slow. “Don’t tease me,” I could latterly feel each throb of his cock inside me and I knew that he wanted to release just as badly as I did. So why was he holding back now.

“Oh, this is all part of the fun, sweetheart,” he breathed. Without warning, Brain I flipped me over onto my stomach and his hands knotted in my hair. This had to be the sexiest thing that I had ever encountered. With a firm swat to the ass, Gates started to mercilessly pound me from behind, pulling my head back at an almost agonizing angle. I let out a moan, his balls slapping me in just the right place.

“Oh, I’m so close,” I cried before a violent orgasm ripped through my body and I crashed down onto the bed with Brian on top of me.

I slowly opened one of my eyes, peeking out through the burning sunrays at my mess of a room, my heart was racing madly in my chest. “Mmm….” I moaned felling my post sex bliss, only to realize seconds later that I was alone in my bed. “What that?” I sprang up in my bed and my eyes wildly scanned the room for the dark eyed prince. Where did he go? I swear he was just here and that we…didn’t we? “Brian?” I groggily called.

No, no, no! I buried my head in my hands as I sat up. All that couldn’t have been a dream! It was so real and I really felt like I had some of the best sex of my life! I glanced down to find myself still wearing my black tank-top and boys panties. Damn it! I pulled my pillow over my face and screamed before flopping back down on the bed. “Why couldn’t that have been real!” I cried, throwing the sketchpad and pencil to the floor. God, I probably have graphite all over my face. “Damn it all!” I was so frustrated.

I slowly pulled myself out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. Maybe a shower would do me some good, and boy was I right about that. That warm water cascaded down my body calmed my aching core and racing heart. Yeah, it sucked that it wasn’t really but today brought new possibilities. That is if Dice doesn’t thwart them with her iron fist. I still couldn’t believe that she banned Brian from seeing me. Wasn’t I a big girl that could make her own decisions? Hell, if I wanted to fuck Gates, shouldn’t I be allowed to?

And that’s when it hit me. Dice. The last time I checked she wasn’t home and that was at two in the morning. Had she come home at all? It wasn’t like her to stay out all night without so much as a text. I quickly climbed out of the shower and pulled my hair up into an elegant messy bun on the top of my head. I then flew into my room and grabbed a clean pair of boy shorts and a Guns N’ Rose’s T-shirt. Oh, please dear god let Dice be sleeping in her own bed! Please of please!

However, I wasn’t so lucky. She wasn’t in her room and her car wasn’t in the driveway. Where the hell is Lucy? I nervously chewed my bottom lip as I paced the foyer, begging her car to pull in. Fuck! Where was she? Was she that mad at me that she didn’t want to come home? No, that didn’t sound like Dice. Oh, no, what if something happened to her? I know she was a bad ass and could hold her own, but what if I gang of biker guys jumped her on the beach or something? She might actually love that, but that’s beside the point! My best friend is missing!
Who can I call? Wait, maybe she called me and I didn’t see it! My legs lounged towards the stairs, taking them two by two until my inner klutz kicked in and I beefed it at the top of the stairs. My face flew straight into the corner molding and I knew that it was going to leave a mark. However, I didn’t have time to think about that. I had to see if she called me. For both my sanity and her life, please have called me!

I dived onto my bed and started pulling the covers around like crazy, trying to find that stupid phone. “God damn it!” I hissed, throwing everything on my bed on the floor. Do you think I could find that phone in my frantic state? Hell, no! But guess what, it ended up being in the middle of my wadded up comforter in the middle of the floor.“Come on, Dice…please!”

I pressed the home screen on my phone and it flashed 11:00 am. Now I was really starting to get nervous. None of Dice’s overnight visits lasted longer than nine in the morning, and that was even after working a full night. I swallowed thickly as I skipped over the screen telling me that I had three missed calls from Brian. Normally I would have screamed in delight, but I was too worried about Dice. Like really, where the hell could she be.I tried calling her but her phone just went straight to voicemail each time. Either she was dead, or her phone was dead and I really didn’t want to think about either being the case.

Without thinking about where I was going, my feet carried me down into the kitchen as my brain dealt with my raising state of panic. I subconsciously began to stress bake as my brain tried to decide what to do. Okay, who could I call that might be able to help me find Dice? Who does she hang out with? Oh, me..well that’s not helpful. How about Matt? Fuck, I don’t have his number! I cracked the eggs into the dry batter and started to angrily whisk my worries away, not even noticing that flour was flying everywhere. Hell, at this point I didn’t even realize what I was doing.

What am I going to do if she’s dead? I can’t afford any of this shit on my own. Maybe Johnny will let me live in the back room at the bar? Okay, so maybe I had watched The Jerk one too many times, but still. What was I going to do? I didn’t think I was able to live without Dice. Hell, she was the one who pulled me out of every major downfall I’ve ever encountered, even when I lived in Miami. Now say she wasn’t the best friend a girl could ask for!

My eyes glanced down at the counter to see the BMW keys just lying there I all their glory. That’s it! Brian could help me find her, or at least put me in contact with Matt to see if he knew where she was. With the mixing bowl in one hand and my phone in the other, I quickly pressed his silly picture that he put in my phone last night. Even with a funny face he was still sexy as hell.

“Haner,”he said, though it was hard to hear him from all the background noise. Was he at the studio?

“Brain,” I cried into the phone, not able to calm my emotions anymore.

“MJ? Is that you? Are you okay?” He sounded concerned but I didn’t have time to think about that right now. “I tried calling you earlier but all I heard was moaning and grumbling in the background. What’s going on?”

What? I didn’t answer the phone earlier, not unless I rolled over it when I was having the sexiest dream known to man. No, MJ, focus on Dice! “Brian-I-I…” I cried as sobs raked my body. Oh, god my best friend was dead!

“Fuck, I swear if he hurt you I’ll—“ I didn’t have time to correct him or tell Brian why I was actually calling, because I dropped my phone to the floor.

When I reached down to grab the phone, my call to Brain had ended and instead another was coming through. Dice’s picture showed up on the screen and I let out a shriek of happiness as I set the mixing bowl on the counter. “Where have you been, I’ve been worried sick!” I said into the phone, not even bothering with a simple hello. Dice only chuckled.

“Calm down, love,” why did she sound so relaxed. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t call. Something came up and I had to go deal with it,” she said slowly and I could tell she was hungover just from the tone of her voice.

“Care to elaborate?” I asked, leaning against the counter and strumming my fingers. I was a little pissed that she wasn’t taking my freak out more seriously.

“No not really, but I wont be home until later today. Just make sure we’ve got something to eat for diner, okay?” I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Fine, but we’re talking when you get home,” I said sternly only to receive a chuckle before she hung up.

I leaned forward with my forearms on the counter and put my head in my hands. Okay, so Dice was okay. I could breath now. But what the hell was I going to do with all these freaking cookies I just made? I still had half a bowl of mix and there were already two dozen in the oven. Sometimes stress baking wasn’t my best idea. Though, its not like I could control it.

Suddenly the front door burst open. “MJ?!” I turned to see a very startled looking Brain staring me down. He blinked at me a few times to take in my appearance. There was no doubt he was wondering why I was in a T-shirt, undies, and covered in flour.

“What are you doing here?”

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