46. Miles
MILES
L uckily, there is no one on the road this Thanksgiving, because I drive over the speed limit, barely making every light, desperate to get us to Jenna’s house.
She is leaning across the center console, staring at me, stroking my thigh while I drive.
My erection throbs beneath my jeans. I have never wanted anyone so bad in my life.
I glance sideways at her, and she gives me a seductive grin.
“You’re trouble,” I tease, taking the turn onto her street a bit too widely.
“I want you, Miles,” she whispers.
I roll the car up to the curb in front of her house. “Your wish is my command.” I tip her chin and kiss her softly before hopping out of the car.
I don’t even make it to her side before she’s on the sidewalk, looking at me with those hazy bedroom eyes. She makes a come-hither motion with her index finger and then takes off for the front porch, laughing.
I chase after her and catch her around the waist, kissing her neck and earlobes from behind.
Happiness blooms in my chest and a knot forms in my throat.
I can’t believe I get to call her mine. She stops fighting me and basks in the desire growing rapidly between us.
I let my breath linger in her ear for a second, our pulses racing synchronously.
Then she whirls around to face me, the playful mood suddenly gone, replaced with urgent need.
Jenna tangles her fingers in my overgrown curls and her mouth finds mine.
The kiss starts slow, drawing me in with its quiet urgency.
It’s as if time itself has paused to make room for the innate connection between the two of us.
I’m breathless and longing for more when Jenna pulls away, her lips plump from kissing, curved into a mischievous smirk.
She takes my hand and leads me up the front steps.
I don’t let go while I wait for her to unlock the door.
Neither of us speak once we’re inside. The house is drafty, but I’m warm all over. I pull Jenna close to me again, pressing my erection into her and kissing from her neck to her collarbone. Jenna moans softly when I reach the nape of her neck, just above her shoulder.
“Miles, I need you,” she whispers. “Take me upstairs.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I scoop her up the same way I did at the beach, carrying her all the way up to her room, kicking the door open. I stand at the foot of her bed, laying her down gently as she gazes up at me.
“Jenna, you are so beautiful,” I croak. “I am the luckiest man alive.”
Jenna props herself up on her elbows, biting her lip. “What are you waiting for, then?”
That’s all it takes.
The urgency is gone, replaced by something smoother, something to savor.
I slip off my sport coat, never taking my eyes off Jenna as I slowly unbutton my dress shirt.
Then I hover over her, lifting her hooded sweatshirt up and over her head.
Her brown locks cascade around her shoulders.
The sight of her in her black bra, wild hair, and seductive gaze is enough to undo me right here and now.
Jenna leans forward and starts working my belt buckle, sliding my jeans to my ankles.
My dick is begging to be let out, but I push Jenna gently back onto the bed and kiss all the way down her body until I get to the waistband of her leggings.
I slide them off and then hover over her, letting the heat of our bodes meld together.
“Let’s take our time,” Jenna whispers, sliding up to the pillows.
I follow, crawling over her, kissing her neck and jawline. “What about the pie?” I tease through kisses.
“This is so much better than pie.” Jenna grins, pulling my face up toward hers. She kisses me hungrily, nibbling on my lower lip. Our breath combines with each tender kiss, a mix of relief to be together and desire to melt into each other.
I move down, unclasp her bra, and take each of her nipples in my mouth, eliciting a moan from her that drives me wild. I swirl my tongue around the erect, pink tip, dragging my teeth gently behind. Jenna cries out, and I groan in response, our noises carrying unspoken pleas to start anew.
“Miles, I need you.” Jenna reaches for my boxers and tugs them down, freeing my pulsing erection. She grasps it firmly, pumping up and down, sending shivers through me.
I pull back slightly, tugging down her panties and settling between her thighs.
I pin her hands above her head and look into her eyes.
“Jenna, I love you so much,” I murmur. “Let’s never break up again.
” My mouth finds hers; the kiss is a gentle reassurance that what was broken between us can be put back together.
Jenna reaches down and rubs my dick over her slickness. I groan. “You’re so wet for me, baby,” I rasp in her ear, sucking on the lobe. “I need to be inside you.” I reach down and slide two fingers in and Jenna cries out, grinding against my hand.
“Do you have a condom?” Jenna asks breathlessly.
I push up on my arms. “I was optimistic, but not that presumptuous,” I smirk. Then more seriously, “I wasn’t sure you’d take me back.”
“Oh, Miles,” Jenna breathes. “I never want to lose you again.”
“Me neither. I’m so in love with you.” I murmur. “But…”
“Screw the condom,” Jenna groans. “It’s me and you…and I need you.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I bite back a smile and then I sink into her, my mouth finding hers.
Our movements are slow and sensual, our hands linked together like a lifeline, anchoring us.
Skin to skin contact heightens every sensation—I won’t last long.
“Jenna, you feel too good, I’m not going to last,” I whisper in her ear.
“Harder,” she hisses. “Come for me.”
So, I do, and nothing else matters except the synchronous beating of our hearts, the mixing of our breath, and the weight of unconditional love.
Jenna tenses around my cock, her body going rigid, her soft whimper becoming loud moans.
I push deeper inside her and we both cry out, finding our release together.
I look down at Jenna, expecting to see a post-orgasmic glow, but her eyes are glistening with tears. A single tear escapes, and I kiss it away.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” I ask, alarmed.
Jenna shakes her head. “I’m just overwhelmed. I love you so much.”
I smile and kiss her tears away again as more fall. I kiss her, my smile brushing against her lips. “I love you so much, too,” I whisper. “More than you could ever imagine.”
Jenna pushes the hair off my forehead, gazing at me. “Really?”
“You have no idea.” I grin. “Now, how about that pie?”
If I wanted my plan to work, I had to let someone in on it.
Earlier in the week, I called Jake and told him what I had done for Jenna.
He was shocked and surprisingly impressed, so he agreed to help me.
I needed to make sure their Thanksgiving plans weren’t at the same time as my family’s, and I needed someone to encourage Jenna to come with me when I showed up at her doorstep.
Most importantly, I needed Jake and Leona to be on board with bringing our families together again.
That’s why, when we pull on our clothes, I suggest to Jenna that we go back to her aunt’s condo.
She pushes her lips together in thought. “She and Jake have probably cleaned everything up by now. Aunt Leona told me she and her friends like to get dinner over with early.” She shrugs with a smirk. “Something about senior citizens going to bed?”
I laugh. This is going to work out perfectly. “Okay, would you want to come over to my parents’ house?”
Jenna grins. “I would love that.”
“Great. Pete’s there and he really misses you.” I offer her a lopsided smile.
We hop in the car and drive across town to Perry Street. The street is crowded with friends and neighbors hosting their own Thanksgivings, but there are a lot of cars in front of my parents’ house. I pull into the driveway, put the car in park, and look over at Jenna.
“Ready?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow.
“Sure…but why is Jake’s truck here?” Jenna furrows her brow.
“I don’t think that’s his truck.” I play dumb.
Jenna nods emphatically. “No, it is. The surfboard is in the back.”
I shrug. “Let’s go see.”
We hop out of the car and link hands, walking into my parents’ house united once again.
Inside is my mother’s boisterous family, my parents, Nate, Caden, Jake, and Aunt Leona.
“Jenna!” Caden runs up and throws his little arms around Jenna’s legs. She looks around the room, laughing.
“What are you guys doing here?” Jenna’s eyes widen when she spots her family.
Aunt Leona stands up and walks over, joined by my mom and dad. “Jenna, there was once a time when our families were close. Your father’s death drove a wedge between us for many years.” Aunt Leona’s eyes fill with tears.
“But not anymore. We’re friends that turned into family again,” My mom wraps an arm around Aunt Leona, tugging her close.
“Framily!” Caden shouts excitedly.
Everyone laughs.
“Miles asked us to come,” Jake says, looking me in the eye. “He set all of this up for you, Jenna.”
Jenna turns to me, her eyes tearing again. “You did this? Brought everyone back together?”
I nod, nervously licking my lips.
Jenna says nothing else—she tugs my face to hers and kisses me. Everyone cheers.
When she pulls away, she glances around the room, smiling with her whole face, like she can’t believe she’s surrounded by family.
“Thank you all. This could have been a really hard day, but instead it’s perfect.
I’m so thankful for each and every one of you.
” Jenna sniffles, wiping away a stray tear.
A chorus of agreement fills the room as everyone smiles at her.
Jenna shifts, biting her lip uncertainly but then she breaks into another smile that crinkles her eyes. “Okay, enough of this sentimental stuff. Where’s the pie ?”