Chapter 19 Miles
Miles
Damn, I want this to be my life forever.
I adjust my arms behind my head and take in the sight of Georgia asleep in my bed. She’s on her stomach, one bare leg curled out of the sheet and bent at the knee, toes peeking over the mattress’s edge.
My gaze shifts down the smooth curve of her back to where the sheet rests on top of her. It barely covers her ass, and my dick twitches back to life.
I try to ignore it and watch the sun filter through the porthole. Everything about the moment is perfect, just like the curve of her shoulder, the faint freckle on her neck, the tension still in her jaw even as she dreams. The urge to brush my lips along her skin is almost too much to ignore.
She shifts in her sleep, mumbling something I can’t catch, and her hand lands blindly on my thigh, fingers searching. She does this every morning she’s in my bed, like a reflex, as if she needs to confirm I’m still there and haven’t vanished in the night.
Maybe she’s more like me than I thought.
I let her find me, and when her palm grazes my hip, she relaxes. She sighs, body melting into the mattress, and I feel my own muscles unclench in response. It’s only been a week since Savannah, and we all had the big talk.
But it’s been heaven.
She wakes a few minutes later, blinking slowly at the ceiling before rolling over. “Morning,” she murmurs, voice thick with sleep.
“Morning, gorgeous.” My thumb drifts up her spine.
“You always wake up first.” She squints up at me, blue eyes still glazed over. “How long have you been watching me?”
I kiss the top of her head. “Long enough to be deeply, irreparably obsessed with you.”
She groans, hiding her face in the crook of my arm. “No one should be that charming before coffee.”
“I’ll try to be less charming. For you, I’ll make the sacrifice. Though I have to admit, it’s a pretty strong compliment, given my reputation.”
She snorts and stretches her whole body. The sheet drops away, exposing both breasts and the ridge of her hip bone. I can’t help but stare. She’s got the kind of body that makes you want to take your time, even when you’re starving.
“You’re drooling, Miles,” she hums, tracing her fingertip along my jaw.
“You’re beautiful,” I answer, turning to catch her finger with my lips, kissing it.
She pushes up on one elbow, hair falling forward, and gives me a slow, lazy smile. “Are you gonna do something about it, or what?”
I grin. “Perhaps.”
She bites her lip, and her hand starts moving down my torso, tracing the lines of my abs, and then the trail of hair leading to my cock. “You’re so sexy,” she whispers, dropping her hand. Her fingers curl around me, and I’m already hard just from looking at her.
I let out a slow breath. “What would you like this morning?”
She bites her lip. “I want you to take your time.”
“You got it.”
I roll her onto her back, and she drags her hands over my shoulders, pulling me down to her mouth. Her lips are so damn soft. Her thighs part for me automatically, her calves curling around my waist and holding me there.
I kiss her everywhere. Her mouth, her jaw, and pause at the place beneath her ear, where I can feel her heartbeat. I suck one perfect nipple between my teeth and tease her until she writhes against me, her nails digging lines into my shoulders.
I use my fingers first, sliding them along her pussy, already wet for me. I use one finger, then two, then just the tip of my tongue until she’s a mess of gasps and half-formed pleas.
“Miles, why are you so fucking good at this?” she whines, her fingertips tracing my skin.
I want to taste her for hours, but after a few moments, her hands get frantic, pushing my head away so she can look at me. “Now,” she breathes, “now, please, Miles…”
I chuckle, grinning at her. “You won’t even let me get you there, huh?”
She shakes her head. “Maybe I don’t want it slow anymore.”
I push myself upward and line my cock up, easing into her just a little, then stopping to savor the heat. I watch her face, the way her eyebrows draw together and her lips part.
She wants it rough, but I’ve never been one to follow orders. So, I push in all the way oh-so slowly, and both of her hands clutch my biceps.
“Fuck, yes,” she hisses. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
I set a pace that’s painfully glacial, just long, deep strokes, slow enough to make her crazy.
She rocks against me, her little hips desperate for more, but I hold her down with one hand on her chest, loving the way it drives her insane.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I say, and she shudders against me, squirming.
“Shut up,” she pants. “Just fuck me, Miles—”
“Not until you come first.” I peer down at her, locking onto her gaze.
She gives me a pitiful look, but then I thrust again, leaving her lips parting into a pretty moan.
I keep going and reach between our bodies, locating her throbbing clip. My thumb makes tiny circles there until her whole body locks up.
Then she explodes.
But when she does, it’s with a moan that’s more vulnerable than anything I’ve ever heard from her. I lose it, then—thrusting hard, burying myself to the hilt as I come inside her, biting her shoulder to keep from shouting.
Oh fuck, she feels so goddamn good.
We lay like that for a long time, until her heart rate slows, and she runs a hand through my hair over and over again. If I died right now, I’d die a very happy man.
But the universe has other plans.
“I was wondering if you were alive in here.”
Emmett stands in the doorway with Brody behind him. Brody hovers, arms folded, face unreadable but eyes fixed on Georgia’s exposed body.
Emmett flops onto the bed and lands half on top of me, half on top of Georgia.
“You know,” Emmett says, “you could’ve invited us to join.”
I laugh, still trying to catch my breath. “You’re such a slut, Emmett. We haven’t exactly talked about sharing in that way.”
He grins. “Talking is overrated.” He then turns to Georgia, cupping her jaw in one hand and kissing her, deep and messy.
She melts into him, arching her back and pushing her breasts into him. Emmett wastes no time, ducking down and sucking a nipple into his mouth, while his other hand finds her clit and teases it until she’s squirming all over again.
Brody finally steps all the way in, closing the door behind him. He leans against the wall, watching, but his gaze isn’t cold. It’s hungry. “Are you just going to watch?” Georgia teases, her fingers playing with Emmett’s hair as he sucks on her tits, but her eyes are locked on Brody.
“Maybe,” Brody says, voice low. “Or maybe I’ll just wait my turn.”
The electricity is immediate, thick enough to taste. Emmett glances up at me, a wicked gleam in his eye. “You good to go again, counselor, or do I need to carry the team for us all?”
“I’ll supervise for now,” I say, propping myself up on one elbow. I watch as Emmett goes down on Georgia. His tongue and fingers work her until she’s moaning and her thighs are shaking.
I know exactly how it feels to be him, and my cock starts to throb just watching.
Brody moves to the side of the bed, kneeling down, his hands bracing Georgia’s shoulders as he leans in to kiss her. She wraps both arms around his neck, pulls him closer, and then bites his bottom lip until he groans.
Fuck, this is so goddamn hot.
“Oh, Emmett.” She comes again, her back arching. I stroke myself as I watch, and Brody’s fists clench with restraint. He wants her so badly, it’s torturous to watch.
I grab Georgia’s wrist, pull her up to a sitting position, and she laughs, breathless and glowing from two orgasms. “You boys are insatiable.”
Brody tugs her forward, sliding her onto his lap. His cock is already hard, leaking against his abs. She straddles him, lowering herself slowly, eyes never leaving his. He gasps as she sinks onto him, both hands digging into her hips as he starts to move.
Emmett and I flank her, each of us taking a breast, a hand, a kiss wherever we can.
I press my lips to her neck, stroking my cock more vigorously with every moan that slips from her throat.
She cries out, orgasming again. This time, it’s while Brody’s cock is inside her, Emmett’s mouth on her breast, me kissing her neck. She turns to Emmett, leaning back and taking his cock into her mouth.
He tips his head back and groans as she sucks him deeply while grinding against Brody. The sight is almost more than I can take, and I explode a second time, coming all over Georgia’s breasts. That sends Emmett over the edge as well, and Georgia moans as she gulps his cum down.
This is the most fucked up, amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.
I watch as Brody finishes, his hands guiding her hips and his eyes focused on her face. When he finally loses control, he groans out and buries his face in Georgia’s shoulder, body shaking with the force of it.
Emmett breathes out a sigh, collapsing onto the bed. I pull Georgia down beside me, kissing her temple, her cheek, the tip of her nose. Brody settles in on the edge.
“Fuck, we should do this more often,” Emmett chuckles. “I have so many ideas.”
“We’ll see,” Brody mutters, his tone impossible to read.
“I loved it,” Georgia peers around at us, her face a mix of pure bliss and fatigue.
“I bet you did,” I chuckle. “And if that’s the truth, we definitely have to do it again.”
We fall into a comfortable silence. Eventually, Georgia stirs and lifts her head. “I don’t want to ruin the moment, but we should probably shower before breakfast. I think we’re all a little… messy.”
Emmett grins. “That’s the best part. It’s like a badge of honor.”
Brody just shakes his head, smoothing Georgia’s hair away from her face. “You’re impossible, Emmett.”
“And you love me for it.”
“Against my better judgment… yes.”
Georgia laughs, grinning at us all as she untangles her limbs from ours.
I watch her get up, stretch, and gather her clothes. She doesn’t bother to cover herself, and neither do any of us. For a minute, I’m absolutely sure this is the life I want.
I never thought sharing someone could be so… fulfilling.
“We’ll be back in New York in three days,” Brody announces, taking a sip of coffee and then eyeing the mug Georgia is filling. “Hope everyone’s ready for civilization.”
Emmett shoots him a grin. “Some of us are a little more civilized than others.”
“Shut up.” Brody gives him the look, and Georgia bumps his hip with her perky little ass.
“No need to get grumpy,” she winks at him, and then takes a long draw of her coffee. “Let’s eat some breakfast.”
I pour myself some coffee, then busy myself setting the table, pretending not to notice the heat of Georgia’s thigh when she squeezes in next to me.
There’s a comfortable hush, punctuated by the clatter of plates, the grind of ceramic against marble countertop, the sugar bowl shuttling back and forth.
“So,” Brody says at last, as we all sit around the table with hot biscuits and eggs in front of us. “We’ll dock at St. Augustine. My team will handle the transfer, but—” he looks at all three of us in turn, lingering on Georgia. “That’s when the fun starts. We’ll need to decide… everything else.”
Georgia sips her coffee, eyes wide above the rim. “Like what? What do you mean?”
“Well, for starters, how we make this work,” Brody says. “We’ve never done this before.”
Emmett barks a laugh. “You can say that again.”
Brody ignores him, gaze still fixed on Georgia. “This is going to be hard, you know. Out there. In the real world. People talk.”
Georgia nods, gaze steady. “Let them. We’ve already faced part of the problem head-on.”
I want to believe it’s that simple, but in my lawyer’s mind, I can see the hundred ways this could crash and burn. I cut in before Brody can continue. “We’ll need ground rules. And a plan.”
“Always a plan with you,” Georgia says, but she’s smiling, teasing me with her eyes.
Emmett plucks up a biscuit. “Here’s an idea. Maybe we all get an apartment together. Like one of those bad sitcoms, but with hotter people. And a lot more sex.”
Brody scoffs. “What about your lease? We all have places already.”
Emmett shrugs. “Fuck my lease. I want to be wherever you are, Georgia.”
“That’s certainly tempting,” Georgia admits, then looks at me. “What about your work?”
“I can do most of it from anywhere.” I surprise myself by how easily the words come out of my mouth.
Brody’s jaw clenches, like he’s working out a problem in his head. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to choose, Georgia. Not between us, and definitely not between this and whatever life you want. I know you have hopes and dreams.”
She turns in her seat, searching his face, then Emmett’s, then finally mine.
“You guys are ridiculous,” she says, her voice softening.
“I spent my whole life thinking I needed to pick one path. One dream, one man, one… everything. I don’t want to go back to that. I want all of it. I want all of you.”
I study her, trying to predict how this will end. It’s part of my nature. I can’t stop running the scenarios.
But there’s no precedent for this, no case law, no rules to cite.
All I can do is hope. And that feels dangerous.
Georgia looks at each of us in turn, as if daring us to challenge her. “I don’t care what my dad thinks,” she says. “I don’t care if my friends think I’m crazy. I want to try this. For real.”
Brody is first to respond, reaching across the table to take her hand in both of his. “Then we try,” he says. “And if it doesn’t work, we’ll just try something else.”
Emmett grins, wild and unashamed. “I was in at ‘more sex’ to be honest.”
She laughs and shakes her head. We all pile our hands together in the center of the table, a fucked-up, perfect little stack, fingers lacing tight.
It feels like a contract. A verbal one, at least.
“So we just… see how it goes? When we get there? In three days?” Georgia breathes in a long inhale and then exhales sharply.
“That’s all any of us can do,” I say, voice low.
There’s a beat of silence, and then Brody clears his throat. “We’ll need to decide where you’re going to live, Georgia. Get all your things. We’ll need to—”
She stops him with a look. “Can we just eat breakfast for now?” She gestures at the food, her smile radiant.
“Of course,” Brody gives her a nod.
I dig into breakfast, but as take a huge bite of my biscuit, I can’t shake the knot in my gut.
This thing feels too good to be true.
And as life has taught me, if that’s how it feels…
Then it probably is.