To Die For-Bulletproof Love Sequel[Mike Fuentes]

Chapter 4

Mike was asleep beside me. After his show, just like he promised, he came back and we stayed in our bunk together.

I turned on my side and analysed his face from a close enough distance. He snored softly, his plump lips slightly parted. A lip ring and a small stud pierced through his skin. I couldn't stop myself from enjoying how they looked on him. His beard was roughly trimmed and his hair was messy. His SnapBack had fallen off his head and onto the small bed. I picked it up and placed it on my own head. I don't exactly know why but I did. I admired the ink on his skin and for a split moment, I wanted to trace my fingers over it. I also noticed the dark shadows he had under his eyes indicating how stressed and tired he must be. I felt so bad for him and wanted to do nothing but help him get through this. The way his chest would rise and fall to his deep, slow, breathing pace, also gave away his exhaustion. Despite all this, he was so handsome and I had to admit why many girls would crush over him.

Then why was he with me? It actually frustrated me sometimes. He could have any girl in the world but he chose me. Why?

"Enjoying the view?"

I jolted back as my brain registered his moving lips and my ears were filled by his husky voice.

"You scared me." I attempted to catch my breath as I placed my hand to my chest.

"Sorry." He smiled, "Can't sleep?"

"I guess not." I answered, turning onto my stomach.

"My SnapBack looks cute on you." He said pulling me closer into his body. I turned over and pushed my forehead into his chest.

"It looks way cuter on you." I said, but because of his chest against my mouth, everything I said came out in a mumble.

"Let's go outside." Mike said, opening the curtain and waiting for me to get out before he did. I jumped down and waiting for him to jump down beside me. He was only wearing boxers. I was wearing panties and one of his shirts. Of course.

I only realized the bus wasn't moving when I jumped down. We must already be at the next venue.

"I need a cigarette." He mentioned, fumbling around our bunk to find his deck. After he found it, I followed him outside with slippers on my bare feet.

"You know you're killing yourself with those." I said as he put the cigarette between his lips and lit it.

He laughed, "....and?"

"What do you mean 'and'? If you die, I'll hold your hand on the way to hell." I said, sliding down the side of the bus and sitting on the ground. Mike sat down beside me and blew smoke in my face. It wasn't a cigarette.

"Is that weed?" I gasped. How dare he smoke weed without me.

"Yeah." He smiled.

"Fuck you. Give me some!" I laughed, reaching for the cigarette slash joint between his long slender fingers.

"No. It's going to kill you." He mocked, laughing. I kept trying to reach for the joint but he kept holding it away from my grasp. I leaned on my knees and crawled over him, straddling his waist. One of his hands made their way to my behind while the other kept the joint high in the air.

I giggled and squirmed, attempting to get a hold of his hand. I gave up shortly after and relaxed against his chest. I began to rub my lower area against his. Waiting for the right moment, I felt a hardness against my inner thigh and snatched the joint while he was distracted.

"HA I win." I laughed, jumping off of him and inhaling his marijuana cigarette.

"You better finish what you started." He said, pointing at his bulging pants.