In Summer We Started

7.

Luca

Mia. I could tell Valentina was pissed because of her–the drunk girl I'd picked up from the club. Well, technically, she wasn't just some random girl. Mia and I had been dating on and off for a while and every time we split up, we always found ways to get back to each other. It was how it worked, and I was okay with it. Mia was all that gave me comfort until Valentina showed up, and I found myself staring at those ridiculously high heels she'd worn to the club with a black low-cut back dress that exposed too much of her thighs. I wondered how many people had lusted after her, or asked her to dance with them, as I picked up the speed of my motorcycle, Mia holding on to me so tightly it felt like I could scarcely breathe.

"Hey, are you okay?" I shouted against the cold wind, looking behind my shoulder to stare at her. She didn't reply to me. She looked so out of it, that I didn't know if she was going to be awake by the time we got to my aunt's place. I didn't understand what Mia would be doing at a club by this time of the night, and when she called me to come pick her up, I was hesitant. Mia mostly did that thing where when we quarreled, she would do something dramatic that would make me come into the picture. The last time, she'd threatened to kill herself. She ended up not doing it because I got to her in time. What would happen when I wasn't there anymore? Was she going to keep behaving like this?

Mia rested her head on my shoulder, loosening her grip on my waist to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. I heard her sigh contentedly, her body warming up to mine, and against my will, I felt my member grow hard. f**k. Mia was crazy. She knew what she was doing. I tried to concentrate on the road until we got to a traffic light and I came to a screeching halt.

"s**t!" I muttered.

"Are we home yet?" She said, her voice low and soft, bringing up her head to stare at me.

"No, not yet," I told her, thinking back to Valentina. I hadn't been expecting to see her at a club looking pretty like that. Had she come with someone? And despite how she struggled to compose herself, I could tell she was drunk. As she talked, I smelled the booze coming out of her mouth, permeating the thin air between us. How much had she had to drink?

The light turned green just then, and I took off speedily. Mia was back to clutching my waist, and she murmured something in my ear, something I never expected her to say, but that was her. She was really crazy. "I love you." When was the last time someone ever told me that?

Probably never.

By the time we arrived at my aunt's place, it was dark out, and my aunt wasn't home. I couldn't see her beat-up Ford anywhere around as I slipped the key in the lock and turned open the lock.

"Hello?" I said, just to be sure she wasn't home with her ugly boyfriend–the one with the bushy beard.

"Come on. No one's home," Mia said. She was already going up the stairs to my room. Mia had been here only once when my aunt had traveled and I was surprised she clearly remembered the way. She went about like she belonged here with me, taking off her heels first, flinging them away.

"Jeez, Mia. Slow down. What if my aunt comes home at any minute?" But, I trailed behind her.

"Then, I'll hide. It's that simple. I'm not afraid of her." Mia threw me an amused look. "Are you?"

I stopped, shrugging. "Who cares anyway?" I said, lying. But then, I recalled the bottle flying in my direction, hitting me square on the shoulder, the shards scattering all over my feet. Damn right I wasn't scared.

"Hey, let's just have fun." Mia grabbed my hand, giggling. Part of her dress zip had already come undone.

"Sure," I strained a smile, and all the way up to my room, she tried to steal some kisses, her hand plunging low to feel me. My room door slammed behind us, and I groaned, mumbling for her to keep it quiet.

"It's okay," she laughed. "Or, don't you want this?" She said, zipping her dress down and letting it fall in a heap on the floor. I caught the creamy skin above the cusp of her bra and gulped. Mia could drive a man really crazy. It was obvious she knew that fact. She tugged off her black silk bra, and it fell to the floor where her dress lay. And she stepped out of it, her supple breasts dancing as she moved. My eyes were trained on it, and the curve of her hips. Mia had everything in the right proportion. And her brown eyes gleamed in the low lighting, daring me to completely undress her. I breathed deeply, trying to control myself, but by the time I got to her, all I could think of was ravaging her.

My tongue roughly dove into her crevice as I kissed her, my body pressing her to the wall. She moaned, matching my rhythm, and then, she wrapped her legs around me. I cupped her bottom, still kissing her, fumbling my way around for the bed. When I dropped her, a hush left her lips and she parted her legs, ready for me.

"Someone is getting really feisty, huh?" She asked, and for a moment, I imagined it was Valentina. She was grinning up at me with a shy, dizzy smile I hadn't seen on her because she'd never smiled at me. Her face was always stony, and she wore a nonplussed expression. Her dark hair was spread out on the pillow, and there was a wrinkle around the corner of her green eyes as she beckoned to me, "Come on." Her hold was very strong, magnetizing.

"Hey, are you okay?" Someone tapped my arm, pulling me out of my reverie. I turned to stare at Mia who was stark naked before me, my brows furrowing. Valentina wasn't here. I was just dreaming.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know." Mia shrugged. "You kinda spaced out for a minute."

I leaned in, kissing her bare shoulder. "I'm sorry. It's you, Mia. It's always been you," I said as if to convince myself, pushing away thoughts of Valentina to the deep recesses of my mind. She grinned, biting the bottom of her lip. Before I dragged my neck, pulling me in with her. I massaged her breasts with my palm as I kissed her again. Her legs were trembling when I parted them with my free hand, going straight for her wet p***y. She moaned, gripping the sheets tightly as my finger stroked lightly across her opening.

"You like it?" I asked her, knowing very well she would. She nodded, begging me to continue. I stroked slowly at first but increased my pacing until she was literally groveling and pleading with me that she wanted me inside her. I paused, looking up at her with a teasing smile. But, I don't see Mia. Valentina laughs at me, playfully slapping my hand. "What are you doing?" She asked, and I jolted back.

"Luca, for the umpteenth time, what's going on?" Mia asked, getting up from the bed. She wrapped her arms around her, shivering from the cold in the room.

"I don't know... I guess I'm just tired." I sighed.

"I guess you don't want to pull through with this. That's fine. Just tell me so I'll stop wasting my time." Mia was starting to get annoyed.

"Of course, I want to. Let's try again. This time without foreplay. Is that okay with you?"

She huffed. "Whatever."

I didn't last for very long. It seemed like the whole time I was f*****g Mia, I couldn't get Valentina out of my head no matter how much I tried. I came, moaning aloud, the veins on my neck popping out. Getting up from the bed to the bathroom, I turned to Mia, who was preparing herself to sleep. "You have to leave. I'm calling a cab for you." My voice sounded harsher than I intended.

"What? Are you kidding me right now?" She asked, resting on her elbows.

"I already told you. Get dressed." By the time I finished cleaning myself up in the bathroom, Mia was fully dressed and waiting with crossed arms by the front door. I got a notification on my phone, saying the cab I'd ordered was already here. I didn't go out with her. The glare she shot at me as she entered the backseat of the car and slammed the door stayed with me until I got to my room. I banged my fist against the door, breathing harder with each passing moment. Fuckkk.

I was going to get back at Valentina.