Chapter 23
MILES
It’s raining on my Saturday.
The one day I have time to spend outside in the sunshine without thirty pounds of equipment strapped to my person. And it’s damn well raining.
My feet pound the dirt track, regardless.
Rawlins is right in front of me. Griff and Dex in front of him.
Puddles splash up my legs as I thunder through them, hot on Rawlins’s tail.
Each breath that puffs from my chest mists a little before it disappears. The days are getting cooler. The leaves are turning that amber hue the shorter days bring.
We round the last bend in the track, and I push forward, chasing the guys to the finish. Griff and Dex walk circles, hands on their hips, as Laws bends over with a groan.
The rain lets up a little, but the drizzle sets in.
We’re all pretty fit, but the elements bring out the nuances in your body that perfect conditions leave untouched.
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Running a hand through my damp hair, I slide it out of my running shorts.
London.
At the park with your girl. Want to catch up for lunch?
I smile at the message and tap out a reply.
My place. You eat Mexican, right?
Um, only always.
I chuckle and slide my phone back in my shorts.
“By the look on your face, I’d say you’re about to get laid, bud.” Dex winks at me.
Motherfucker will never grow up.
“Shut it, Dex, or I’ll do it for you.”
Laws shakes his head, padding for the coffee cart in the clearing of Central Park.
“Getting serious, Milo?” Griff asks, stretching his leg on the railing behind the benches flanking the paved park area.
“When was it not?” I raise a brow.
“Dude, relax. Everything is always life-and-death with you, bro.” Dex squats, rolling his head on his shoulders.
“Yeah, there’s a reason for that, bud.”
“A reason for what?” Lawson asks, handing me a bottle of water.
“Old Mr. Safe and Serious over here.” Dexter’s gaze shifts to Laws.
“Leave him alone. Just because you two ingrates argue for a living.” Lawson gives them a warning look.
“The best in this chaotic jungle, I might add.” Dex’s grin should be illegal.
The guy is all sunshine and fucking sunflowers, yet he’s the greatest manipulator the city’s law sector has ever seen.
Griff, well he just litigates until only ashes remain.
He’s kind of hardcore. If anyone deserves the Mr. Serious title, it’s him. Swear the guy’s never smiled.
Lawson chugs his water like he’s dying of thirst before tossing the bottle in the trash can on the sidewalk. “Well, guys, I’m out. As much fun as you three are, I’d rather spend my limited downtime with someone much prettier than you lot.”
“What’s wrong with my face?” Dex feigns a shocked expression, and Laws chuckles.
“He has a point,” Griff says in a matter-of-fact tone.
Yeah, I’m all but done here, too.
“See you jokers next week.”
“Same time, same place bud.” Dex waves as I wander for home.
I check my phone one last time before deciding home, sooner rather than later, is where I want to be. This rain is needed, but it’s got my shirt sticking to me.
Six minutes later, I slide my key into my door.
This man needs a hot shower and to dry off.
I’m in the bathroom a beat later, peeling the wet clothes from my body.
Turning on the water, I roll my neck on my shoulders and step in.
The hot water is sublime over my muscles.
I groan and tilt my head back, letting the water cascade over my face.
I straighten as the sounds of keys clinking echo down the hallway.
The only people who have spares are Lawson and London. I know which I’d prefer to see right now.
Footsteps pad for the shower, and I see the smaller figure close in.
“You read my mind.” Her words curl through the steam as she slides the curtain back.
“Hey, beautiful. You coming in?”
“You think there’s room?”
“Anywhere I am, there’s always room for you.”
She chuckles, pulling her shirt off her body and tossing it to the floor. “Miles Hammond, you are so corny. I guess the Mexican can wait.”
Down to panties and a bra, she stops, her gaze traveling my body, which now hosts a raging boner from watching her undress. Can you blame a man? She’s stunning and all kinds of perfect.
Releasing her mass of wavy hair, she shakes it out and unclasps her bra.
My last breath in gets stuck.
Fuck me.
Before my brain can catch up with my thoughts, I’m stepping out, hands hauling her off her feet. I plant her on the vanity and tug her panties from her. Tossing them over my shoulder, I sink my mouth over hers.
She moans into my mouth, hands crashing through my hair.
I’m dripping all over her.
My cock painfully hard as I devour her mouth.
“Miles, gorgeous man, slow down,” she pants, fingers curled around my jaw, holding my face inches from hers.
“I’m fucking dying, beautiful.”
“I know, but I really need a shower.”
Lifting her from the vanity, I step back into the tub, pulling the curtain back across. The bathmat is soaked from leaving the curtain open, but I couldn’t care less if I tried.
Releasing her to her feet, I spin her around and sweep her hair to one side, letting it fall over her shoulder.
I dust kisses up her neck and back down, nipping her shoulder and wrapping my body around hers.
She fits perfectly in my space. Like one of those Russian dolls set inside the other.
“Shower, babe,” she whispers.
“On it.”
With a squirt of body wash in one hand, I lather it up and rub it over her curves, her lithe limbs, her plump ass, one cheek at a time.
The blood in my body has sunk, leaving a dull thud through my head and veins. The ache that started in my cock with her undressing is now torturous.
But I take my time, and when she’s all lathered up, I hand her the showerhead. “All clean, beautiful.”
She runs the water over one shoulder before the other, then over her back and her chest. I watch with ridiculous envy as droplets roll over her hard nipples. Wishing I was in the water’s place. Wishing my tongue, lips, and mouth were in its place.
When her body is clean, I make work on her hair. Shampoo suds in between my hands, and I weave my fingers through her locks, massaging her scalp as methodically as I can.
London’s shoulders slump, a moan slipping through her lips.
“You like that?” I whisper.
“You have no idea.”
I dig my fingers in a little firmer, and she moans again.
“Good girl.”
“Oh fuck, Miles.”
“Almost done, baby.”
“No . . .” she whines.
Fuck. If those are the sounds a massage gets me, I’m desperate to hear what she sounds like wrapped around my cock.
Fuck.
Retracting my hands despite her protest, I rinse the shampoo from her hair. It takes a while, and she watches me with those big brown eyes, her head turned back, as I rinse the last of the suds from the ends.
“I think I’m clean, sir.”
“I—”
She turns back, hands capturing my face. I take over the kiss and walk her back a step until her back meets the tiled wall.
Over the claw-foot tub is awkward. So, hauling her to my hips, I step out of the bath and pad to the bedroom.
“Where are you taking me?” she breathes.
“Wherever you want, London.”
Her eyes study mine. “As far as you can.”
Christ.
Still dripping wet, I walk us onto the mattress on my knees. Laying her down, I spread those pretty thighs with a hand while suckling her nipple into my mouth.
Her back arches off the bed instantly.
And I’m rewarded with one of those sweet sounds that slips past her lips. Sinking two digits into her soaked pussy, I pump my fingers, swirling my thumb over her clit.
Hands crawl through my hair as she writhes underneath me, desperation contorting her face.
Good girl, London.
“I need to taste you, beautiful. I’ve been desperate for you since last time.”
She moans, her head nodding as her hand leaves my hair to grip the duvet.
I crawl backward, spreading her thighs a little further. She’s fucking soaked for me, her pussy glistening with need.
Wasting no time, I send my tongue through her center, and she cries out. I pin her hips to the bed with my hands and suckle her clit.
“Fuck, Miles . . .”
We’ll get there, beautiful.
I promise.
She writhes with every lick, every suckle and nip I lay down on her. And a man has never witnessed anything more intoxicating. London in pleasure is . . . everything.
Releasing my grip of one hip, I send my fingers inside her wet heat.
The groan leaving my lips vibrates through her clit, and her back snaps off the bed. “Oh, fuck . . .”
Suckling down hard, I coax her walls tighter.
A mewl slips and her hands stray from the duvet, hunting for me.
“Enough, I can’t wait a second longer,” she pants.
I crawl my way over her and move my mouth to hers. She opens, tasting herself on my mouth, lips, tongue.
“What do you need, beautiful?” I rasp.
“I—” Her eyes flutter closed.
Fine hands press against my chest. I move backward and off the bed.
For me, it’s been a long time.
And this moment feels too important to rush. So, I sit at the top of the bed and take her in, one hand pumping my cock. If I don’t hand over control to London now, I won’t fucking have any.
Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth before she shuffles closer. “Permission to come aboard, sir?”
Her words are breathy, quiet, as her breaths disintegrate to puffs.
“Granted, beautiful.”
Climbing over my lap, her knees either side of my hips, she clasps my jawline and nips my bottom lip.
“Slow, please. It’s . . . I—”
“Beautiful, is this your first?”
My face is strained under the weight of what her answer will be.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I slide a hand behind her neck, and her forehead meets my own.
“You’re in charge, then.”
Her gaze drops to my cock before swinging back up to me.
I’m dizzy with anticipation. With the need to take over. To ruin this pussy for anyone else. She’s mine.
She has been since the day we met.
I dip my head and send my tongue around her nipple.
“Oh, god. Miles . . .”
Her hips move, the sweetest moan spilling past her lips. I suck down hard and my cock jerks. Fuck a man sideways, this is one memory I’m going to make last a lifetime.