Chapter 24
MONTE CARLO, MONACO
“ You have got to be kidding me.”
Grunting with complete frustration, Indy fell back onto her pillows and tossed the once vibrating toy to the side.
How could she have forgotten to charge it?
Well, guess her fingers would be her friends tonight.
Except it seemed like her mind did not want to cooperate with her body’s needs. She was desperate for release, aching for a soul-shattering orgasm that would send her to the stars, but she simply couldn’t get there. Any time she’d start to writhe, nearly reaching that line, her mind would wander off elsewhere, and that high crashed down.
She tipped her head back, closing her eyes as her hand drifted down her abdomen.
Indy hadn’t been able to sleep since she came back from the after-party at Thiago’s.
She’d left her door unlocked, hoping that Miles would come to his senses and seek her out. But he didn’t. All she’d heard was his shower running for a long moment.
When she tried to fall asleep, all that had popped in her mind was the fantasy of Miles touching himself at the thought of her in the shower. And that had led to opening her nightstand’s drawer.
This little vibrating toy was her best friend when she was travelling. Despite procuring her the satisfying release she needed after long days at the track, it had been too long since she’d truly had an orgasm that left her shaking and panting.
Indy sighed when her fingers grazed her clit—more in frustration than in pleasure—imagining them being Miles’. Imagining his touch burning her skin. Imagining his lips on her.
All she had was the vague memory of their stolen moments in the past. How he’d dragged her skirt up to her hips. How he’d parted her legs, nudging the tip of his hard cock to her entrance from behind, how he’d fucked her so hard that he’d ruined her forever.
But why wouldn’t he come to her? Why was he trying to lead her on? Why?—
“Okay, fuck this.” This wouldn’t work. She would never find release if she let her overpowering thoughts control her.
Indy pulled her silk shorts back up to her hips, then put her feet into slippers. She tied her hair in a messy bun, feeling her skin slick with unreleased tension.
She needed fresh air. A glass of water. Maybe hop into the goddamn ocean to clear her head.
She startled at the sight of Miles standing in the dim lighting of the kitchen, hands braced atop the counter as his head hung low.
Her soft gasp made him look at her.
“Shit, you scared me,” she said, a hand on her chest as she approached him. Only the moon’s light filtered through the windows.
“ You nearly gave me a heart attack.” His voice was hoarse, and he cleared his throat.
“That’s a very negative way to say I look like shit when I’m not wearing heels and a fancy dress.”
Miles looked amused as he straightened himself. That’s when she realised he was simply wearing a pair of joggers, hanging low around his hips.
“You always look pristine.” As he said those words, his eyes meandered across her physique, halting at her chest more than once. She didn’t dare look down, but she guessed her nipples were still peaking, straining against the thin fabric of her camisole.
“I know.” He chuckled at her answer, then kept his gaze on her as she went to grab a glass. “Why are you awake? Did you have—was it a nightmare?”
The heat in his eyes vanished, leaving place to sudden tenderness. “No, not at all. Just couldn’t sleep.”
“Have you had them lately?”
“Not since that night.”
She nodded. “Will you tell me if they come back?”
“Why?” he asked, frowning.
A soft sigh escaped. “So that you don’t have to do it alone.” The thought that he could bask in his anguish and detriment any night made her heart ache, especially if he was alone and woke up drenched in sweat with tears running down his face, with no one to keep him safe.
His throat worked as he swallowed. “That’s not necessary?—”
“Please,” she whispered.
“Okay,” he said quietly. “I will. Thank you, I appreciate it.”
That’s when she noticed his damp hair, ruffled like he’d just run his fingers through it even after trying to dry it. His muscular chest, still glinting with water, like he hadn’t taken the time to really dry himself off.
She frowned. Did he just take another shower?
But when the breeze hit her skin, pebbling it, she understood he’d gone into the hot tub—his solace, his getaway.
She gulped her water down, still feeling hot. Especially under the intensity of his scrutiny.
“What about you?” His gravelly voice caressed her ear, making its descent all the way to her core. “It’s two in the morning.”
“Couldn’t sleep either.”
“Got something on your mind?” His interest was genuine, but her answer would ruin everything.
So, she said, “No.” But she had wanted to say, You.
The crease between his brows deepened. He stepped forward, and she stepped backwards, hitting the central island.
“I know when you’re lying to me, Indy,” he whispered, looking at her mouth.
She didn’t respond, holding his gaze.
His hands fell atop the marble counter, caging her in. She sucked in a breath, the desire that had taken over her body an hour ago already sparkling back to life. “Truth or dare?” he asked.
This was a trap—he would ask the same question no matter what her response was.
Still, she said, “Dare.”
Miles smirked, like he knew she’d accept the challenge without hesitating.
“I dare you to tell me why you couldn’t fall asleep.”
“Fine.” She tipped her chin upwards, just enough for their breaths to entwine. She listened to the loud thud of her heart, to the way his breathing became shallow, like the anticipation was killing him. Like the proximity was driving him as wild as it was driving her. “I can’t come.”
Miles blinked. Then his face flushed, and she was positive her cheeks were as reddish as his. Raw desire caused his pupils to expand. “You—couldn’t make yourself orgasm?”
“You heard me.”
He inhaled, stepping closer until their chests were aligned. “You were touching yourself.”
She nodded. “And failing at my task.”
“And why haven’t you been able to pleasure yourself?”
“I can’t stop thinking,” she whispered, trailing her hands up his veiny forearms, chills rattling in the wake of her touch.
“About what?”
“About you.”
His gulp was audible. Then, he dipped his head down, his mouth pressing at the base of her throat. He skimmed his lips over her skin, the side of her neck, peppering kisses so light that they felt non-existent. She arched into him, and he grunted. She realised her nipples had just brushed at his bare chest. The friction set her body on fire.
“Were you imagining me touching you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Miles was breathing heavily against her skin, his hands finding her waist. “You know how my fingers feel inside you. What stopped you from coming?”
“Because I want you to make me come.”
Miles groaned again, and when his eyes found hers, they were black with unrelenting lust.
With his hips pressed to hers, she could feel his hard-on against her lower stomach, making her want more, and more, and more.
She moved, her lips brushing his, and they both inhaled at the same time. Her lashes fluttered, her body already shaking with desperation.
“Huxley.” A plea. A request. A need for him to claim her.
He groaned, then muttered, “Fuck it.”
And then, his mouth fell upon hers, and time stopped. They exhaled at the same time, separating just enough to breathe, before crashing into one another again, drumming heartbeats aligning and making one symphony.
He cradled her jaw, his hands trembling, a soft moan escaping his mouth as she returned the kiss with equal passion. Indy wound her arms around his neck, afraid he might slip away if she didn’t latch onto him. Had it not been for his tight hold on her, the way he swallowed her gasps would have swept her off the ground.
A groan caught in the back of his throat when her fingers tangled through his hair, just as he tugged her closer by the waist, his fingers branding her skin when they slipped beneath her shirt.
It felt as though everything had come to a halt around them, the only living element being the two of them, tethered by the sizzling energy coursing through their veins as they kissed, and kissed, and kissed, without ever wanting to stop.
Indy was panting by the time he moved to pepper her jaw with light kisses, her back arching into the palm of his hands.
She shook as the realisation rocked into her like a reckless tidal wave: Miles wanted her, just as much as she wanted him. He kissed and touched her like she was his salvation. Still, she needed to hear him say it, otherwise she would feel like she was stuck in a fever dream.
“Fuck,” he murmured, releasing a shaky breath. Effortlessly, he hoisted her up onto the counter, spreading her thighs with his hips. He dotted her jaw with kisses before pulling back to look into her eyes.
Miles’ gaze softened, like he saw something in her eyes. His forehead fell on hers, and he kissed her again. More softly this time, more carefully, like he was trying to understand whether this was real or not.
“You’re shaking,” he said against her mouth.
Indy’s throat burned, and before she could realise it, tears were threatening to escape.
“What’s wrong?” The pad of his thumb ran under her eye, his other hand caressing the small of her bare back.
“I thought—never mind.”
“Hey, talk to me. No secrets between us, okay?”
Indy dropped her gaze to his chest, watching it rise and fall as she placed her palm above his thundering heart. “I thought you really didn’t want me. All this back and forth—I just thought you weren’t interested or attracted to me anymore. That I’m just Kai’s sister to you, and nothing more.”
Miles lifted her chin, obliging her to look into his eyes. “Indy, you’ve always been so much more than my best friend’s little sister. I’ve always been into you.”
Her brows shot up in surprise. “Always?”
The timid nod Miles gave her was utterly adorable. “Yes. I can’t think of a single moment where you weren’t on my mind.”
“So why haven’t you sought me out?”
He swallowed thickly. “I just don’t want to fuck it up.”
She frowned. “I don’t get it.”
“You know this is different from the times we were together before. All of this… It’s foreign to me. We spend a lot of time together, we live together, and I just wasn’t expecting you to mark your territory into my life this way. And I’m starting to feel something really intense for you, and I don’t know what to do with it. How to handle it.”
Indy’s head was spinning as she let the phrases echo inside her head. He was laying his heart open, giving her an insight into his sentiments. “I thought breaking your walls was impossible to do.”
His thumb ran across her jawline. “There are…things about me that I will tell you one day, but I’m sorry if I’m slow at letting my guard down.”
“You don’t have to be?—”
“But that doesn’t mean that I’m not attracted to you.” Pressing his hard bulge against her centre, he showed how desired she was by him. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to dive my tongue in between your thighs every time you strut around in those skirts and high heels around the paddock. Doesn't mean I don’t want to fuck you senseless. And doesn’t mean I don’t jerk off by thinking of you in the shower.”
“Oh, is that why your showers run for so long?”
He smirked. “Maybe.” He kissed her jaw, her throat. “Do you want an invitation to the show?”
“Tempting. Can I give you one of my own?” She brushed her lips to his, leading to him capturing hers into a fervent kiss.
“Fuck, yes. That’s so hot.”
She was already panting, and he hadn’t even properly touched her yet. “I really thought you forgot about the times we were together.”
When his palms skittered along her spine beneath her blouse, she shivered. When his hoarse voice echoed, she locked her legs around his hips. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you for a single minute. I can still taste you on my tongue. I can still hear your moans. Feel your nails dig into my shoulders. Feel your greedy cunt squeeze my cock dry. But this is different now, and you know it. This is not us bumping into each other at a club and finding the closest washroom because we’re both high on adrenaline and need to get it out of our system. This is me breaking my fucking rules for you, so you have to be sure of what you want. You’re the only one I let in. The only one I want.”
“You want me?” Indy echoed steadily, firmly.
“Yes.”
“Then beg for it, Golden Boy.”
Trailing his lips from her thigh to the inside of her knee and down her shin, Miles sank to the floor—slowly, deliberately—without so much as detaching his gaze from hers. A heartbeat later, he was on both knees, pleading eyes looking up at her—brimmed with desperation and unwavering desire. He continued to brand featherlight kisses to her skin and making uncontrollable shivers appear in the wake of his devastating touch. “Please, Indy. Let me have you.”
She pulled him up by his hair, her heartbeat erratic inside her chest.
There was no hesitation slamming through her mind. There was no doubt clinging to her heart. Holding his gaze, she made sure the sincerity alighting her eyes was as earnest as her confession. “I want you,” she said softly yet firmly. “I want you, Huxley, and I need you to get me naked right now, or else I’ll lose my mind.”
His lips tilted upwards. “So damn bossy.”
Nevertheless, he slanted his mouth upon hers, stealing the breath straight from her lungs. His tongue was seeking dominance, brushing against hers in a salacious dance as his hands slipped to her bottom. He groaned, palming her through her shorts, then bucking his arousal into her. Indy moaned at the friction, and she felt his smug smirk against her mouth.
The next moment, he picked her up. Without so much as breaking their heady kiss, he walked them over to the sofa, laying her down on the arm of it.
His fingers trailed over her shoulders, toying with the thin straps of her shirt. He pushed them down her upper arms, then moved to the hem of her top to slip his big, warm hands to touch her skin. He groaned softly in the back of his throat, bucking his hips into hers.
“Does Alex touch you like this?” he asked.
There it was—the possessiveness she’d seen flash in his eyes when he watched her dance with Alex earlier tonight.
Indy didn’t respond. She wanted to rile him up. Didn’t want him to hold back.
When his thumb skimmed the underside of her breast, she sighed. Then, he fully grabbed it, like he’d done so many times in the past, except the most masculine, guttural groan rumbled in his throat as he felt the nipple piercing. “Goddamn it, Indy.” He played with the barbell, causing Indy to writhe under him. “Does Alex make you moan like this?”
Miles pressed a light kiss on the swell of her breast, then found her peaked nipple over her camisole, taking it between his lips.
“Answer me,” he demanded, pushing the top until it rested below her breasts.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she bit out, fingers tangling through his dishevelled locks.
“Baby, if you don’t do what I ask of you, I’m going to play with you. I’m going to edge you and not let you come until you prove to me that you’re a good girl. I’m going to make you wait, moan, and pant. You’ll be begging me to come. And I know you’re already frustrated for not being able to find release on your own, so just answer me. As much as I’d love to torture you, I want my girl to be satisfied as soon as possible.”
In other circumstances, she would have played games with him, would have challenged him. But as she felt her pulse fall between her legs, all she could do was listen to his command. “No, he doesn’t.”
He smiled up at her. “Good girl.”
As he used a hand to pull the straps of her shirt off her shoulders, the other one found her aroused centre through the shorts. Miles pressed a finger to her clit, gently circling. “And does Alex make you feel like this?”
Indy dragged the other strap down. “No.”
“That’s what I fucking thought.”
“Green doesn’t suit you,” she jested, arching into him. “He’s just a friend. I’ve never wanted to fuck him. He was just helping me to make you jealous.”
“Good to know. It worked.” Miles pulled her camisole down to her midriff, exposing her bare, heavy breasts. His jaw went slack as he sat back on his heels, pushing his locks away from his forehead. “Holy shit,” he whispered gruffly, staring at every exposed inch of her—like he was studying a sculpture. “You are beautiful.”
Indy pinched her pierced nipples, chuckling. “At least look at me in the eyes when you compliment me.”
He found her gaze, admiration and lust darkening his eyes. “I’ve never?—”
He’d never seen her naked , was maybe what he meant to say before stopping short.
His hands replaced hers, and she was amazed at how Miles was so perfectly made for her. His tongue came to lap at her nipple, flickered across the piercing, and he repeated the motion on the other breast. “I can’t stop thinking about your tits. Your perfect ass. Your body. You look like a goddess.”
“What do you think about when you jerk off?”
Miles’ lips descended down her stomach. He smirked as he noticed the shivers appearing on her skin. “You. Riding me as I suck on your pink nipples. Taking you from behind. Having my cock pushed inside your tight cunt.” He pushed her shorts to the side, fingers sliding through her slickness. They moaned at the same time. “I think of going down on you. Eating your soaked cunt until you can’t breathe.”
“Please,” Indy cried out when he inserted one finger in a slow, teasing motion.
He looked up at her through thick lashes. “Please what?”
“Please stop teasing me.”
“So polite.” He tugged her shorts down, and there she was, completely bare and exposed, save for the bunched camisole around her midriff. Miles expelled a breath and stood up, raking his gaze all over her body. “And so fucking perfect.”
She blushed. “Thank you.”
He tugged his joggers down. “Show me what you were just doing in your bed.”
Indy blinked at his cock springing upwards, hard and impressive. She moaned when his hand wrapped around the base,then let her cold fingers find her clit. She circled it, looking up into his eyes.
“My vibrator died,” she admitted.
“You—fuck. You’re so hot. Will you let me play with you sometime?”
Indy nodded, shifting on the sofa. Still lying down, she positioned herself by his knees and let her head dangle in emptiness, baring her throat to him as he stood by her head. “Only if you come here.”
Stepping forward, Miles smirked down at her. He nudged her plump lips with the tip of his cock, already leaking with pre-cum, then whimpered when her tongue swirled around the crown.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I forgot how amazing your mouth is. I can’t wait to fuck you again.”
Indy moaned around him as he pushed forward. With this angle, she couldn’t see the look on his face, but imagining his expression made the wetness between her thighs dribble down her skin. She listened to his whimper, pictured his lips parting, brows bunched together, chest heaving.
Indy let him fuck her throat at an even pace all the while she drew fast circles around her clit, driving herself towards the precipice as she sucked on his thick, throbbing cock.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that. You’re a masterpiece.”
Miles grabbed her breasts, played with her nipples, then let his fingers travel from her torso to her navel. He plunged two fingers inside her drenched core, and Indy moaned again. She stopped pleasuring herself, his fingers filling her so perfectly.
“You’re drenching my hand already,” he rasped. “Making such a mess.”
Indy responded with a moan, and his body jerked on a spasm.
“Take big breaths for me,” he ordered. “Gonna fuck this perfect, bratty mouth until I come. I missed this. Missed you. I dreamed of your mouth every single night.”
She could feel her head spinning, not just because of the way she was positioned, but because of the way he was working his fingers inside her.
She was a moaning mess, feeling beads of saliva trickle down her cheek. Miles used his other hand to rub her clit, and she played with her nipples, bucking into his hands and taking more of him in her mouth. Her tongue brushed his pulsing shaft, her throat welcoming him.
“Atta girl. You’re taking it so well,” he panted. “Won’t last long.”
He released a guttural groan, chanting her name, and when her core clenched around his fingers, he retreated from her mouth to let her fall apart. She arched off the sofa, her thighs closing as she cried out, tremors taking over her body whilst her vision whitened.
“I love the way you come. You’re so beautiful.”
Coming down from her high, she felt Miles’ release hit her breasts, and she opened her eyes to see him pump his cock dry, hoarse moans escaping his mouth.
He was panting hard, but then, he was on his knees, dragging her towards the edge of the sofa and spreading her legs apart.
“Absolutely drenched.”
“Are you complaining?” she scoffed.
“No. Just admiring my work.” He kissed the inside of her thigh and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Would you be okay if I recorded us?”
Indy nodded, her lips parting.
“I need to hear your voice, baby.”
Pushing his locks away from his brows, she said, “Yes, you can record us.”
He hit the record button, setting his phone by her side before taking hold of her heaving breasts. “I’ll listen to it every time we’re travelling if we’re not in the same hotel room. Don’t want to forget the way you sound when you moan my name. The way you pant when you’re about to come.”
Indy didn’t have the time to think as his lips wrapped around her clit, his hands kneading her breasts. His tongue lapped fiercely at her clit with abandon, like a man starved.
“Oh, fuck, Huxley,” she moaned, trembling when his tongue went flat out from her entrance to her clit. He suctioned on it, smirking when her hips bucked into his face.
“I can’t get enough of you. You taste just like I remembered, if not even better.” He inserted two fingers all at once, his tongue continuing to lap steadily.
Her fingers dug into his skull when she pulled him as close as she could, throwing her head back when he kitten-licked her folds. When she looked down at him, he was watching her, smiling devilishly against her clit.
“Oh, God.”
He groaned against her, and she whispered his name.
Applying the perfect amount of pressure around her nipples, the stars bursting behind her eyes made her moan loudly. When she unravelled again, she held his head in place, just where she wanted him, the rapid motions of his tongue never ceasing and coaxing her through the high.
“Shit, woman,” he breathed, rising until his hands caressed her hips. “You are the sexiest person I know.”
Gently, Indy cradled his jaw and he was the one to lean in and kiss her tenderly. She moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue,already wanting more.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“No, thank you . You’re incredible.”
As he helped her clean up with a warm cloth, then got her into sleeping clothes, she couldn’t help but notice the softness in his gaze, the blush on his face, the smile on his lips. He carried her into her bed, despite her complaints, and tucked her in.
“We’ll talk in the morning,” he promised, kissing her temple. “Good night, Daisy.”
Indy didn’t want him to go. Didn’t want this to turn into the situation she’d lived too many times.
She was too tangled in him. This was beyond physical attraction, and she needed him to reciprocate those feelings. She was tired of the heartbreak, of watching him walk away. She needed him to stay, but this time, she had a feeling he wasn’t going to hide. This time, she knew he was going to fight for her.