Between The Books-Michael Clifford

Fifty Nine

Michael's POV

"Wow. I can't even believe that. I NEVER thought Jax would cheat on you. I trust Wade though. Probably makes you feel better about all this with Mikey." Laney says.

Star and Synna are playing pool, and Laney's sitting on Marcus's lap drinking Loopy. Becca's passed out on the couch, Toby went to take a shower, and Scutter ran some gear up to the bar.

Me, I'm leaning against the wall drinking a beer, trying to get rid of a KILLER headache before we play.

"Right?! I can't believe it either, but who knows! He hasn't been around much the last few days. Maybe he's been with her." Star bends over....such a nice position, and takes her shot, knocking her ball into one of Synna's and stopping against the rail.

"Who cares! You have nothing stopping you from being with Mikey now. That's all that matters." Synna says, making a bank shot, two of her balls going in.

"Wow, I really suck at pool." Star says, laughing. "I give up. Laney take over for me."

"Uh, no thanks, she's just fine right here on my lap." Marcus says, grabbing Laney's hips keeping her from getting up.

"Oh I bet she is, Marcus..." Star says, grinning. "..but don't you have to get ready for tonight?" She hands her pool cue to Laney.

"Mmm, girl we're all packed up and ready to go. I got twenty minutes to kill, and I'm pretty sure both you and I can think of something better to do with that time then play pool with fucking Synna."

"Thanks, Marcus." Synna says, flipping him off.

Marcus just laughs, leans in and whispers something to Laney causing her to instantly blush.

"Yeah, sorry Star! Gotta go!" She says, jumping up and pulling Marcus off his chair. She hands her stick back to Star.

Star smiles, puts her pool cue on the table and turns to me. "You got anything you wanna do for twenty minutes?" She says, grinning at me.

I smile. She's so relaxed. More so then I've ever seen her. Not having to worry about Jax is definitely working for her.

For me also.

She walks across the floor towards me. She's wearing a black baggy OSU sweatshirt that's fallen off her shoulder, black skinny jeans and black boots with four inch heels. Her hair's sort of messy, curls are softer because of the rain, and her lips, a light shade of pink.

She stops in front of me, leaning against me. "I'm sure I can help you get rid of that headache. You want anything from me Michael?" She says, softly into my ear. She slides her hands around my waist and down into the back pockets of my jeans.

Ok. Fucking twenty minutes....my head is pounding. As much as I want her, doing ANYTHING with Star right now would probably make it worse.

"There's a lot I want. I don't wanna rush it though." I put my hands around her waist letting them fall to her ass. "Not the first time we can be together....really together, with nothing hanging over our heads." I say, quietly against her ear.

"You two are nauseating. Really...you should hear yourselves." Synna says, taking another shot.

Star pulls back and looks at me, grinning. "I like that answer, how about a counter offer, though, Michael."

I grin. She's doesn't give up easy.

"What do you want, Star?" The thoughts I know both of us are having.... fucking ridiculous.

"Ok, I see. Everyone's getting' busy and I'm stuck with drunk ass Becca." Synna puts her pool cue on the table and walks past us into the kitchen. "Toby! Get the fuck out here and drink a shot with me!"

"The mark on my neck from last Saturday in the map room, the one you had to stop making because of Jax....it's gone now. I want you to do it again. REALLY finish it this time, Michael."

She's just looking at me so serious. "I can do that....would LOVE to do that." I bring my hand up pushing her hair back from that side of her neck, and pull her close.

Her neck is soft against my lips. Hearing her suck in her breath just because I touched her, and the way she's fisting my flannel...gets me semi hard. "It's been a week since I kissed you...." I whisper in her ear, then I turn us around so she's against the wall. My cock's now hard, pressing against her. "..and two weeks since I fucked you. Can you feel that, Star?"

"Uh huh..." Her breath is quick and her fingers are now on my hips, pulling me against her.

I kiss her neck slowly...Jesus, I want so much more, and I know she does too. I suck her skin softly, then harder, pulling it against my teeth and holding it. She leans into it.

"After this....you have to go....and get ready. I can't...be with you, not until tonight." She says, between breaths.

I finish the hickey, pulling my mouth off her neck, but as she turns her head to face me, our lips brush against each others. "Why?" I say, pulling back slightly. Like I don't know.

She's looking at my mouth.

Fifteen minutes is all you have.

She tugs on her lip with her teeth.

You need to take your hands off her. Go take a cold shower.

Only seconds have passed but it feels like....She kisses me hard and I kiss back, knocking her head against the wall. I can feel her smile as she kisses me. So I guess I don't need to apologize for that.

Her hands go up and pull my flannel off my shoulders. She pulls her mouth off mine. "I want this shirt. You wear the T-shirt, but I want the flannel. I'm gonna wear it tonight, Michael....with nothing on under it."

"Uh....yeah, you should do that."

"Where's Synna?" She asks.

"Synna?" I look around the edge of the wall and see her in the kitchen in the fridge. "She's in the kitchen, doing something."

"Stand still, give me your shirt."

Ok....I take off the flannel and she pulls her sweatshirt off over her head, dropping it on the floor.

"You can look but don't touch...and don't move, you're the one I want seeing me."

Shit, she's not...

She reaches behind her...

Yep...she is.

...and unhooks her bra, letting it fall between us.

Holy fuck.

She grabs the shirt from me, grinning. I put my hands against the wall on either side of her. Please don't let anyone walk in right now. She pushes herself against my chest as she puts one arm through the sleeve and pulls the shirt around her back.

Ok...I'm never gonna make it. I look her in the eyes, because if I look where I want to look....um, it's on.

Her eyes never leave mine as she finishes putting my shirt on. Just as she gets her other arm through, Scutter opens the front door. Star pulls the shirt together in the front, not buttoning it, slides down the wall in front of me and grabs her bra and sweatshirt. She pushes back up and crushes my lips with hers, quick and hard.

"Think you can help me get out of this shirt after your gig tonight....or will you be too tired?" She says, releasing me from the kiss.

"Um...that's my shirt, so I'll be taking that back after the show." I say. My mind is spinning...so out of control right now.

"I look forward to it." She says pushing my arm out of the way and stepping away from the wall. "See you tonight, Scutter." She says, grinning.

Then she walks into the kitchen.

"Takin' my advice, I see! See you later, Baby!" Scutter says, smiling.

Scutter's laughing and walks over to me, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Looks like you need a shower, Mikey, and from what I just saw, I'd say a cold one."

Holy shit. How am I going to make it five hours?