Beat of the Heart (26 page)

With a bounce in my step from feeling utterly and completely sexually satisfied, I led Mia up the

riverbank. Reaching over, I grabbed her hand in mine and swung it back and forth. “So what’s on tap

for tonight?” Mia asked.

“Oh, shit gets crazy here when the sun goes down.”

“Seriously?” she asked.

I nodded. “Hell yeah. I mean, we all gather around the bonfire and roast marshmallows and

s’mores. It may get so off the hook that we go tip one of Jake’s grandfather’s cows.”

When I winked at her, she grinned. “Very funny.”

“So do you like G-rated parties?”

“Sure I do.” She elbowed me playfully. “Especially if it means getting to spend time with you. And

your friends.”

The familiar ache raged in my chest at Mia’s words—the one that felt like intense heartburn after a

beer binge. I hadn’t felt this way about a girl in a long, long time. Even though I’d thought I’d felt

something for Kylie, it was nothing like what I was feeling for Mia—even though we’d barely been

together two weeks. I squeezed her hand in mind and replied, “I like that.”

When we got back to the four-wheeler, Mia’s hand dug into one of my short pockets. I shuddered at

the contact so close to my dick. “Damn babe, you already wantin’ another round? You’re practically

insatiable,” I drawled, with a pleased grin on my face.

She giggled. “Not quite, sweet cheeks. I wanna drive the four-wheeler back to Jake’s.”

I jerked away just as her fingers grasped the keys. “Uh-uh. Nobody drives my baby but
me
.”

Cocking her head, Mia shot me an exasperated look. “Seriously? Your ‘baby’?’

I swept my hands up and crossed them firmly over my chest before I bobbed my head. “You should

know by now how seriously I take anything that has an engine.”

Mia’s disgusted expression slowly evaporated. Instead, her face took on a pleading look. She even

resorted to poking out that succulent lower lip of hers. “But I haven’t driven one since I was a

teenager, and I would really, really love to drive your baby.” She leaned in, pressing her enticing

rack against me. “Come on, AJ. It would make me really happy, and I promise to show you how

thankful I am later.”

Oh fuck. This was totally a lost cause considering I was incapable of telling alluring females,

especially this one, no. But I figured I might as well make her work a little harder for it. “How about

this? Whoever makes it back to my baby first, gets to drive.”

Mia’s dark eyes flashed triumphantly. “Deal.”

“Ready?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Then go.”

Just as I started to sprint away, Mia jerked her hand out of my pocket. She momentarily flashed the

keys in front of my face and winked. “See ya, sucker.”

I didn’t even have time to recover before she started hauling ass across the gravel, literally and

figuratively leaving me in her dust. “Shit!”

Peering through the cloudy air, I tried making out Mia’s retreating figure. I then pushed my legs as

hard as they would go. Considering I had a few inches on Mia, I was able to catch up to her fairly

quickly. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a rolling patch of soft grass. Reaching out, I grasped

her by the waist and jerked her off the road, tackling her to the ground.

“Oomph,” she muttered, when we finally came to a stop after a few rolls and tumbles. Her chest

heaved as those sexy black eyes of hers glared up at me, causing my dick to twitch in my pants. “What

the hell were you thinking, AJ?” she huffed.

I smirked down at her. “What I’m always thinking—how to get you flat on your back underneath

me.” Leaning over, I brought my mouth to hers. I nibbled and sucked at her bottom lip. Her resolve

began to momentarily waver. I shifted to pin her arms over her head. It put us in a position we hadn’t

been in before—I was straddling her.

With my thighs on each side of her hips, my weight kept her firmly underneath me. Seizing the

opportunity I snatched the keys from her hand. “Ha, gotcha.”

“Let me up, you ass.”

“Nope. Not until I hear you say ‘AJ, you are the master of the universe’.” I quirked my brows

before looming over her—my face mere inches from hers. “On second thought, you need to say, ‘AJ,

you are the master of
my
universe
and
my master orgasm donor.’”

Even though my tone was completely lighthearted, Mia’s expression transformed into one of panic.

Instead of squirming playfully beneath me like before, she began to thrash back and forth. Her eyes

took on a wild gleam, like that of a trapped animal. And then something within her snapped. “Get off.

Get off. GET OFF!” she screamed, pounding her fists against my chest so hard that she knocked the

air from my lungs.

Wheezing, I stared frozen in disbelief at her erratic behavior. I remained unblinking and unmoving

until she sent a stinging slap so hard across my cheek that my jaw popped. Out of my stupor, I finally

rolled off her. The instant she realized she was free she leapt to her feet and began sprinting away

from me. “Fuck,” I groaned as I hauled up out of the grass to take after her. “Mia!”

She bypassed the four-wheeler, and instead, continued barreling down the overgrown path. “Mia,

wait!” When I finally caught up with her, I reached out and grabbed her arm, causing us both to skid to

a stop. I realized a second too late that it was the wrong fucking thing to do when she lunged at me,

clawing and slapping my face, shoulders, and chest.

Defensively blocking her hits, I then grabbed her shoulders. “Mia, it’s me, AJ.” Her frenzied gaze

darted around the clearing. “Look at me,” I commanded. “You’re safe here with me. Nothing or no

one is going to hurt you. I swear.”

When her eyes finally locked on mine, the sheer panic in them caused my chest to ache. But slowly

that look receded. It was the pain, coupled with embarrassment, shining bright in her eyes that

followed that made my stomach muscles clench like I’d taken a physical kick to the gut, rather than an

emotional one.

A shaky hand went to cover her mouth as tears streaked down her cheeks. Her head shook so

wildly back and forth I feared she might get whiplash. “Oh God…Oh AJ, I…”

“Look, it’s—“

“I’m s-sorry. I’m s-so, so sorry,” she replied, her voice choking off with her sobs.

“Baby, you have nothing to apologize about.” Tentatively, I reached out to cup her cheek. When she

flinched, I dropped my hand. Feeling a fucking mess of confusion and helplessness, I kicked at a few

stray pebbles and waited for her to give me some sign as to what the hell I should do.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she kept mumbling absently.

“Mia, please don’t say that.”

“It’s just you had me pinned down like he…” A chill ran through her body, causing her to shudder

so hard that her teeth chattered.

Closing the distance between us, I ached to wrap her trembling body in my arms. “Amorcito mio,

please talk to me. Tell me what I can do to help you,” I begged.

Her only response was to swipe the back of her hand across her running nose while making these

pitiful hiccupping sighs. I started tapping my hands nervously against my short pockets when she

became still as a statue. It seemed like she stared dead ahead of us for a small eternity before she

finally whispered, “I never wanted you to have to see this side of me.”

This time when I reached out for her, she didn’t cower away from me. Trying to take it slow, I

swept a strand of hair out of her face and smiled. “Mia, there isn’t a single side of you I don’t want to

see. I want to know every inch of you—inside and out.”

Her lip trembled like she was about to burst out crying. “Trust me, you don’t want to know this.”

Her expression then turned sour, like she had a bad taste in her mouth. Her emotions were ricocheting

so fast I could barely keep up. “Dammit, we were just supposed to have that night together—then you

wouldn’t have had to see me like this. It wasn’t supposed to turn into me being inadequate for yet

another
guy!”

My sympathy quickly turned over to frustration, and I threw my hands up in exasperation. “Would

you stop lumping me with all these assholes you’ve had the misfortune of knowing? That’s not me,

Mia. Do you see me bailing or shrinking away like some pussy? Fuck no! I’m right here, right now,

wanting to know what the hell just happened so I can help you—to comfort you emotionally and

physically.”

She cut her eyes over at me, pinning me with a hard stare. “Yeah, I see right through your little

‘knight in shining armor’ routine. You think I’m broken, and by giving me a few moments of your

precious time, you might be able to fix me. But trust me, you can’t do shit, AJ! I’m not broken—I’m

fucking shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. Pieces that will slice a perfect, pretty boy like you in

two.”

Although it probably wasn’t the best way to handle the situation, I stepped toe to toe with her and

got right in her face. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of what I can or can’t handle, okay?”

Crossing her arms over her chest, she scoffed at me. “Fine, you want the truth? Here it is, big boy.

That freak-out I just had was because I spent almost two years with an asshole who used to beat the

shit out of me.”

Her words had the same effect as if she had slapped me, and I jolted back. “What?”

With a contemptuous snort, she turned away from me. “You heard me just fine, AJ.”

“Jesus, Mia, I’m sorry. I had no idea.” When she didn’t respond, I asked, “How old were you?”

“Young and stupid,” she spat.

“Just how young?”

“Twenty-one.”

We fell into an uncomfortable silence. Reaching out, I gently trailed my hand down her arm. I was

surprised when she didn’t jerk away. I drew in a deep breath. “I know it might seem like I have the

perfect life. And yeah, I’m blessed to not have any real skeletons in my past. But when someone I care

about is hurting, I’m there for them. So if you want to talk about what happened, I’d like to hear it.”

Her incredulous gaze snapped back to mine. “Seriously?”

I gave a quick nod of my head. “I really mean it, Mia.”

She exhaled a long, agonized sigh, like one who held the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Chewing her bottom lip, I could tell at any minute she was either going to come clean with me or bolt

again. I extended my hand. “Come on. You can tell me about it down by the river.”

Almost skittishly, Mia reached out for my hand, grasping it like it was an anchor holding her sanity

together. We started making our way through the high grass back down to the riverbank. When we

reached the edge, I still didn’t press her for more information. Instead, I remained uncharacteristically

silent, waiting for her to take the lead.

After what felt like a small eternity, she turned to me. “Even all these years later and with time

spent in therapy, I still can’t understand why I ever stayed with him. I wasn’t the girl so desperate for

her father’s attention that she’d let a man abuse her. No man was, or is, a better father than Duke

Martinelli.” Mia shook her head. “And even though my mother bailed, I was raised by one of the