“I swear to god if you make me fall, Michael...” I groaned as he climbed on top of me, the hammock swaying.

He rolled his eyes and pushed my underwear to the side. Soon enough, his lips were on mine once again and he guided himself inside of me. I pulled my mouth from his and rested my chin on top of his head, his name escaping my lips in a gasp. I really didn’t understand how we were going to pull this off. One of his legs were outstretched, his foot resting on the deck railing. His other leg was bent at the knee, next to my hip, causing the hammock to dip a little. It was a really awkward position, and if anyone were to come outside they would probably startle us enough for us to go crashing down onto the wooden boards below us.

“Fuck, Mikey,” I whined as he pumped in and out of me deeply. There was nothing fast or needy about this. I knew it was his way of showing me that he really didn’t cheat on me.

“God, I love you,” he groaned against my neck before clasping his lips against my skin.

The mixture of the pain between Mike’s mouth on my neck, his mini-Mike pushing the limits inside of me, and the friction of his jeans rubbing against me, was driving me crazy. “No hickeys, baby...”

He pulled from my neck and pressed his lips to my ear, “Too late.”

I rolled my eyes and let out a small laugh at his comment, then turned my head to the side, catching his lips with mine. I was never one to make out, Mike knew this. Usually, even when we had sex, I would only give him a few small pecks, but tonight was different. I wasted no time in slipping my tongue into his mouth, loving the way the inside of it tasted. Mike hadn’t touched whiskey at all tonight, it was all just tequila. His mouth tasted like tequila and like he smoked a pack of Marlboro reds. It was a different, yet comforting flavor.

His outstretched leg came in and he rested that knee against my other hip, the only thing supporting us was the small crochet hammock underneath us. His hands grabbed mine and held them above my head, our fingers laced. His hips dipped and caused his tip to hit that one spot that would push me over the edge. I moaned into our kiss and pushed my hips down onto his, causing a growl to escape from his throat. He continued to thrust in that motion, hitting my g-spot over and over again, my orgasm coming along strong.. I pulled my mouth from his and nipped at his bottom lip, catching his lip ring in between my teeth. I tugged at it and looked up at him, his eyelids were drooping over his eyes, half closed, his nostrils flared as he groaned. I moaned out, loudly, as my orgasm washed over, keeping the ring in between my teeth.

I tugged a little harder on it as his breathing quickened along with his thrusts, “Fucking shit, Rae, pull it harder...” I let out a giggle at Mike’s actions, seeing a somewhat masochistic side to him. I threw my head back, yanking it away from his lip as he stared into my eyes. To my surprise, it completely ripped out and sat in between my teeth. Mike groaned out my name and I felt him spill inside me. His eyes closed all the way and breathed out of his nose, swallowing the spit that caught in his throat.

He licked over his slightly bloody bottom lip and then looked at me. His ring had slipped into my mouth, it was sitting underneath my tongue. I pressed my lips together and then smirked, “That was strangely really hot. I kinda like dominating you.”

He rolled his eyes and gave me a peck on the lips, “Don’t get used to it. Where’s my ring?” I held my mouth open and lifted my tongue up. He laughed and grabbed it, then climbed off the hammock, pulling his pants up. The hammock started swinging uncontrollably and I looked at him, scared. He grabbed it and slowed it down, “Come on, let’s go to bed.”


Waking up the next morning, wrapped up in Mike’s arms, and being able to smile, was a really good feeling. I was happy that last night happened. Not so much the argument itself, and getting kicked out of the club, and kind of ruining Mike’s birthday... But I was happy that everything was cleared up. I was honestly shocked that he didn’t storm off and resent me for Mia’s and my own outburst. It made me happy that he took the time to go outside, calm down, and then tell me every little detail of what happened and why Natalie had texted him. It showed that he did actually care about our relationship. He really did love me... that meant a lot to me.

I sat at the counter in the kitchen while he cooked me breakfast. Everyone else had gone out to the beach today, happy after hearing that Mike and I cleared everything up and fixed things. We weren’t going to go down there until later in the afternoon, there were still some things that we wanted to get out of the way beforehand. I had Mike’s phone in my hands as I searched through his contacts, looking for Natalie’s name. When I found it I pressed call and then held the phone up to my ear. Mike had given me permission to call her, just so that I could have total reassurance of everything, so I was going to take advantage of that.

“Hello?” Her sweet, country accent, came through the phone.

“Hey, Natalie. It’s Rae,” I said with a smile as Mike set a glass of orange juice in front of me.

“Oh... hi. What can I help you with?” She said, sounding slightly surprised by my voice coming through the phone instead of Mike’s.

“Well,” I let out a small, nervous laugh. “A little tiff happened between Mike and I when I saw your name pop up in his text messages. He told me I could call you and ask why you texted him. He told me his side of the story and I would just like to hear yours, just so I can get a grip on things.”

She laughed from the other side, “Of course, Rae. I had gone to the bar with my boyfriend and ran into Mike. I’m recently pregnant and have been wanting to share the good news with everyone. He then told me that ya’ll two were dating, which did shock me at first, but I’m happy for ya’ll. I introduced him to my boyfriend and then that was it. It was nice seeing him and being on good terms, so I sent him a text. I’m not interested in Mike anymore and the boy is head over heels for you.”

“Thanks,” I laughed. “It means a lot that you told me all this.”

“Anytime. Don’t beat him up too bad over it. I’m sure you can tell his bad-ass exterior goes away once you’ve got him wrapped around your finger,” she laughed along with me.

“Most definitely. Thank you so much, Nat. I’ll let you get back to your day.”

“I know ya’ll are in Mexico right now, so how about when you get home you give me a call? We can meet up for lunch or something?” She proposed, I could hear in her voice that she was a little nervous to ask the question.

“That sounds wonderful. I’ll talk to you then,” I smiled and hung up the phone.

Mike smiled and set a plate of cinnamon french toast and bacon down in front of me. I smiled when I saw the french toast, he always made me pancakes and bacon. “Am I in the clear?” He chuckled as he sat down next to me.

“Yeah, you are,” I smiled and pressed my lips to his cheek. “What’s with the french toast? I thought you only knew how to make pancakes.”

He smiled and popped a piece of french toast, smothered in syrup, into his mouth. “Well, to be completely honest. It’s so much easier to make pancakes, so that’s why I always make them for you.”

I gasped, jokingly, and smacked his arm, “You lazy little shit.”

He let out a laugh, “But anyway, before you cut me off... Do you remember the first day we hooked up? I had come over that morning because Vic was sick and I forced you to make me breakfast...”

“I made you cinnamon french toast,” I smiled and put my fork down. I threw my arms around him and squeezed him, “You are too cute, Mikes.”

“I try, I try,” he kissed my cheek and I groaned.

“Now I have to wash my face again because it’s going to be sticky!” I pushed him away, “God, I hate you sometimes.”

He smirked and took a sip of the water in front of him, “And how do you feel at those times when you don’t hate me?”

“If you’re trying to get me to say I love you, it isn’t happening,” I smiled and cut another piece of french toast, putting it in my mouth.

“I know you do,” he shrugged. I rolled my eyes at his comment and continued chewing my food, “I can sense it.”

“You can’t sense shit,” I laughed while shaking my head and then grabbed a piece of french toast off his plate, seeing as I already ate all of mine.

“Hey, piggy! This is mine!” He pulled his plate from me. “You ate all of that and the bacon? Jesus Christ, Rae. That was like in ten minutes. You act like you’re eating for two people!”

I reached for a piece of bacon off his plate. He smacked my hand away, “Be nice to me!”

“I am nice to you! I made you your own breakfast, get away from mine.” He poked my cleavage with his fork as I shoved a piece of bacon into my mouth. I went to reach for another piece and he got up and walked away from me, his plate in his hands.

I pouted as he leaned against the dishwasher, finishing the food on his plate. He always ate slower than I did, but usually I got full fast. I had eaten a full plate of food and I felt like my stomach was still 3/4 empty. I got up and walked over to the pantry, grabbing an Easy Mac and filling it with water. I knocked Mike’s hip as I opened up the microwave and placed it inside, hitting 3:30.

“How the hell are you still hungry?” He eyed me as rinsed off both of our plates. I just shrugged and waited for the microwave to be done.

I grabbed my mac n cheese from the microwave and looked at Mike with a smile, “Can I bum a cigarette?” He gave me an unamused look and grabbed his pack from his back pocket, holding it out to me. I grabbed one and my lighter, which he was still keeping, and walked towards the door that led to outside. 

I lit my cigarette and ate my mac n cheese while watching the water wash up on shore, crystal clear. It wasn’t too hot today, it was like the perfect weather for being outside. Part of me wanted to go to the beach but another part of me just wanted to walk around Cancun with Mike, without anyone else. I felt like we really needed a day just to the two of us after everything that went down last night. I heard the door open and then Mike grabbed the lighter from the deck railing, lighting a joint. The smell of weed filled the air as he draped his left arm over my shoulder. I finished off my last bite of mac n cheese and then flicked my cigarette away from the deck.

“Baby,” I said softly and looked up at him. A muffled hmm came from his lips as he took another hit off the joint. I grabbed it from his hands and took my own hit, smiling up at him, “Can we just go walk around Cancun today? You know, just the two of us? We can get lunch and stuff. Plus, I want to try to hold an iguana.”

He laughed and handed the joint back to me, “Only if you smoke a bowl with me.”

I rolled my eyes and took another hit, “You know I don’t like smoking weed.”

“You’re doing it right now, dumbass.” He laughed, “If you want me to help you catch an iguana, you better smoke a bowl with me.”

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes and huffed as he finished off the joint, flicking the roach away where my cigarette was.


A few hours later, Mike and I were both higher than anything and walking around the streets of Cancun. I was happy that he was smart enough to bring money with him, because I kept seeing all this fresh fruit that I really wanted. He promised me that after we had lunch we could go back and buy some fruit. I was really hoping that when we got back home I could get him to go to the gym with Alec and I. Mike’s arms were the only “strong” thing about him, because he had to have strong arms for banging at the drums, but they weren’t all that. I didn’t want him to bulk up or anything, but I thought it would be nice if he were to put in as much effort as I did when it came to being in shape. If I could get him to start eating fruits with me by buying fresh fruit together, I may be able to talk him into getting a gym membership.

We had lunch at a small, authentic Mexican restaurant. Although I spoke Italian, and Spanish and Italian were a lot alike, I couldn’t make out a lot of the stuff on the menu. Mike had to translate for me, which was pretty funny because although he knew Spanish, he always pronounced things wrong. Our lunch was really good, and he was extremely proud of himself for picking out such delicious dishes for the both of us. I just rolled my eyes and let him have his happy moment, and then ragged on him about his Spanish speaking. I told him to just stick to talking like a California boy, and then he asked if I could teach him Italian. Which I just laughed in his face about.

“Catch it for me!” I yelled as I pointed to an iguana, just sitting in the streets.

“Is it going to bite me?” Mike looked at me, horrified, when he saw the size of the iguana.

“I don’t know!” I laughed, “I know they eat veggies.”

“All because it’s a vegetarian doesn’t mean it doesn’t bite, Rae,” he laughed and walked towards it. He reached his hand out in front of it and it snapped at him, “I’m scared!”

I rolled my eyes, “Stop being a pussy! I want to hold it!”

“You pick it up!” He looked at me and laughed as I shook my head. “If it bites me, I might piss myself.”

“Just don’t touch it’s tail because I know they can break off!” I yelled as Mike grabbed onto the sides of the massive iguana, holding it in the air.

I held my arms out and he placed the animal on them. He grabbed his phone and took a couple pictures of me as I grinned like a mad man. Then he grabbed the iguana from my arms and put it back down on the ground, which made it scurry away from us as fast as possible.

“Send me those, please,” I smiled and laced my left hand in his right.

“I’m putting one on Instagram, just to show everyone how badass my girlfriend is,” he snickered.

“Are you going to put on there that you almost pissed yourself picking it up? And that big Mike Fuentes is scared of a little iguana!”

“That thing was not little! He was like fucking Godzilla!” Mike exclaimed while putting his phone back in his pocket. I rolled my eyes at his comparison, “Come on. Let’s go get you your fruit.”

“Our fruit,” I smiled. “You’re eating it with me.”

Notes

Another update in just a few days.
I'm on a roll, but don't get used to it.

I know a lot of you feel many different ways towards the last chapter.
Some of you believe what Mike said, and some of you don't!
Some of you are even on the fence about it, which I totally understand.
So now Natalie has come out to Rae and said the same story as Mike?
So are they both telling the truth or what? What's up with wanting to go to lunch?
How do you guys feel about Rae just forgiving Mike like that?
What about his little "I can sense that you love me" comment?

I have so much to throw into this story in the next sixteen chapters.
I cannot wait for you guys to see what is going to happen.
Or for you guys to experience the sequel...

I'm trying to decide if I want to post the sequel right after I finish this.
Or if I should finish up Running and then wait around a little bit and start the sequel.
I guess we'll see as time tells.

Thank you everyone for all of the feedback!!
You guys rock, and I can't wait for more!
xoxoxoxo