Page 31 of Pucking Tangled
Waylon stood and adjusted his towel. “I’ll clean it up. Leave it.”
“You don’t…I can…” Mia fumbled over her words while the mental image of Waylon’s package stayed seared in the forefront of her mind.
He held out his hand to help her up. “I said, I’ll clean it up, Mia. Since it’s my fault and all,” he added with a wink.
“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes. “Pain. In. The. Ass,” she grumbled as she relented and stomped down the hall to her room before she could say or do anything stupid.
Dropping her lunch and getting a peep show felt like enough for one day.
Waylon
Waylon ran into his room and threw on a pair of gym shorts, then quickly finished cleaning up Mia’s mess before jogging downstairs to make her another salad.
He jazzed it up some with fresh strawberries and candied walnuts and added half a sandwich to it. His own stomach growled, reminding him that he needed to eat as well.
Leading by example, he made the same meal for himself, grabbed two bottles of the diet sweet tea he noticed both he and Mia liked to drink, and turned to make his way back to Mia.
“Jeez, hungry much?” Owen asked from the living room, where he and Casey were watching game highlights as he passed on the way to the stairs.
“Mind your business,” he grumbled and continued on his mission.
He got to the end of the hallway and knocked on her door with his foot. He waited a moment for Mia to answer, but when she didn’t, he carefully set her plate on top of his and reached for the door handle.
“Oh. Fuck. Yes,” he heard her moan as the door creaked open.
Waylon swallowed hard and nearly dropped everything he was holding when he caught a glimpse of her.
Sassy little Mia was lying in the middle of her bed, her legs spread with a vibrator between her thighs, her eyes closed, and earbuds in her ears.
I’ll be damned.
Was she thinking about him?
His cock instantly hardened as he glanced around the room for somewhere to put down the plates. Then he kicked the door closed behind him.
Mia’s eyes snapped open, and she scrambled to cover herself up. Her earbuds fell from her ears.
“Don’t stop on account of me,” he said, licking his lips.
“Get out! Get out! Get out!” she shouted.
“No thank you, dirty girl.” He stalked closer to her.
“Waylon, I mean it. Get out,” her voice softened to a breathy whisper that had his cock begging for attention.
“You really want me to leave, Mia? Because it doesn’t sound like you do.”
He reached the foot of her bed and tugged gently on the sheet she had wrapped around her body.
“I thought I locked the door.” She watched him with hooded eyes. “You should have knocked. Rules, Waylon. We have rules for a reason!”
“I did knock. You didn’t hear me,” he replied, leaning in to pick up the white earbuds. He slipped one in his ear.
Bad idea.
The sound of a couple having sex greeted him.
“Damn, Mia,” he growled. “You are such a dirty girl.”
