Chapter 22 #2
Myles gripped my hand again, and this time I sucked in a ragged breath as I touched his warm skin.
I stopped breathing altogether as he guided me down to his boxers, and I felt his dick.
All I could hear was the sound of my heart in my ears as my fingertips traced the entire length of him. The silky softness surprised me.
“That’s it, grip it ya won’t hurt me,” he whispered and then kissed me hard, his tongue drawing mine out.
He groaned, and the tension radiating off his body was palpable as my fingers tentatively wrapped around him for the first time.
I was slow to draw my hand up and then down again.
“Harder, grip me harder,” Myles panted against my lips.
The sound of his voice set me on fire. “And faster, oh dear Lord.”
His hips pushed harder into my hand, and I did as he asked and tightened my hold. His kisses had become wild as he devoured my mouth and bucked against me faster.
“Oh fuck, yer gonna make me come,” he said, his voice strained.
His breathing was ragged, and my body tightened.
All I could picture was him touching me like this.
I wanted to know what it would feel like to have his hand on me the same way.
He pushed harder and faster into my palm, and I hardly registered we were moving again.
“Fuck Snowflake, aye, that’s it, so close.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Not even if it’ll kill me,” he said. Myles groaned louder. I had no idea if Blake could hear him or not. He pumped furiously, and I bit my lip, the excitement flowing through my body as I rubbed my legs together. He suddenly stiffened, and his dick seemed to swell.
“Fuck,” he growled, his body jerking. I licked my lips, wishing I could see his face.
It flexed in my hand until he shuddered one last time.
Something hot ran over my fingers, and I pulled my hand out of his boxers.
“That was fuckin’ amazing,” he said and kissed me.
“I’ll give ya my shirt to clean yer hand. ”
“No,” I said. Curiosity pushed me to try it, and I slipped a finger into my mouth.
“Did ya just suck your finger,” he asked. I smirked as I licked the second one and moaned a yes. “Aw hell, yer gonna make me hard again. I wish I could see ya.”
Myles’s wish was granted when the trunk suddenly opened, and the light came on. I blinked at the brightness. “Oh shit, that is so fuckin’ sexy.”
“Dude! Did you just come in my trunk? If there is a stain anywhere, you’re paying for the cleaning bill.”
I went from aroused and feeling badass to mortified in one second flat.
“I’d fucking pay for a new car to have her do that to me again,” Myles sniped back.
“Yeah, well, don’t expect me to help you out now,” Blake said and walked away, grumbling while stones crunched under his feet.
“Well, that was embarrassing,” I said, but Myles lifted my chin and kissed me before grabbing my fingers and sucking them into his mouth. I was caught in a whirlwind of emotion as my body soared with heat all over again.
“Never be ashamed, Snowflake. We care about each other, and there is nothin’ wrong with what we did.”
“Maybe, but I feel bad for Blake.”
“Naw, he’s seen worse,” Myles said, and then his face paled as I glared at him. “I didn’t mean with me…well, maybe once or twice, but…I should stop talkin’. The I’m gonna kill ya look says I’ve fucked up.”
“You think?”
“Shite,” he said. “Snowflake, I’m sorry it just slipped out.”
“Let’s go, you two, fuck,” Blake yelled.
Myles hesitated, his eyes searching my face. “Shite,” he said again.
I didn’t really have anything to be mad about. I knew he had a ton of experience, and that meant he had dated and was active sexually, but still.
Myles climbed out of the trunk and zipped himself up before reaching in to help me, but I shooed his hands away.
I didn’t like this jealousy or the insecurity that always accompanied it.
I didn’t cling, I didn’t mope, and I certainly didn’t worry about a guy leaving me, but Myles had all my wires crossed and shorting out.
Hopping out, I tugged down my leather jacket and tried to calm the bubbling anger so it didn’t rise any higher. I walked around the side of the car as Myles closed the trunk, but he grabbed me and turned me around to face him before I could get in the back seat.
“Don’t, Myles, I’m fine. I just need to cool off.”
“Na, we’re not doin that. I know girl speak and fine means yer ready to kill me. It was stupid to say, and I’m sorry, but ya know that I dated before.”
I sucked in a deep breath, and he swallowed as I glared and balled my hands into fists so I didn’t tackle him.
“You’re right. I do know that which is why I never ask stupid questions like how many girls you’ve been with because I know that it was before us.
But you also know that I haven’t dated anyone.
” I pointed at the trunk. “That insane moment was my first real anything, and you snapped your fingers and made me feel like it was nothing to you. Like it was common and every day or a blip on the screen of what all of you’ve done.
I mean, what is a hand job compared to sex, right?
I just…it felt special to me, and you stomped on it even if it was an accident.
” I was shaking but felt better that I got it out rather than letting it fester.
“So yes, I’m fine. I get it, but I don’t have to like the reality, okay?
Can we go now,” I asked, looking up at the rustling trees sprinkling snow down on us.
Instead of letting me go, I yelped as he pushed me back until I was up against the car. His hands gripped the roof as he caged me in.
“Snowflake, I really am sorry, but I have a serious case of foot-in-mouth disease. Ya need to know that nothing and no one has ever meant to me what you do. I need ya to understand that when ya look at me, it means more, never mind anythin’ else.
” His lips hovered just over mine, and all my anger dissipated and floated away.
“I can’t promise I won’t say somethin’ dumb again.
In fact, I’ll probably say somethin’ tonight, but don’t ever think that what we do isn’t special to me. ”
His lips touched mine. The kiss was soft and gentle, nothing like in the trunk, and yet it held so much more emotion.
The whir of a window was the only thing that stopped Myles as he glanced at Blake.
“Now that you’ve kissed and made up, can we go?” Blake didn’t wait for a response before the window went back up.
“I’m sorry,” I said, suddenly feeling like I’d overreacted.
“Don’t be. I love it when you get all jealous over me. It’s really fuckin’ hot,” he whispered in my ear. I shivered as he stepped back, smiling, and pulled open the door for me. As soon as he hopped in, Blake looked back at us.
“Really?”
“Onward, James. This car is not going to drive itself, and we have places to be,” Myles said, putting on a fake English accent that had me laughing and Blake calling him an asshole.
Myles linked our fingers together. His amber eyes were so sexy in the dark backseat, and I couldn’t help the sensations circling in my chest. Myles was like riding a rollercoaster, and we’d just whipped through a corkscrew, leaving me confused and breathless.