Runaway - Chapter 32
Friday
I slowly opened my eyes. My head was on Miller’s chest and he was breathing softly.
Each rise and fall of his chest made me smile more.
I couldn’t imagine being any happier. Although…
there was something I wanted to do. Well, two things.
But the first thing had to wait until the snowplow came through and we could go to the store. Which left the second thing.
“Miller, wake up.” I kissed his cheek. “It’s a snow day.”
He groaned.
“Come on.” I lightly slapped his butt and sat up. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d gotten to play in the snow. Sometime before my mom had gotten sick.
I climbed out of bed and opened up my backpack, knowing full well that I didn’t have anything warm enough for the snow.
Miller had wandered out to my car to grab it last night.
He’d come back with his teeth chattering.
If we weren’t going to touch my dad’s money, then I was going to need to get a job as soon as the snow cleared.
Miller needed a warmer winter jacket. And I needed one too.
I started rummaging through his drawers. I found another pair of sweatpants and layered them with the ones I’d borrowed yesterday.
“What are you doing?” Miller said with a laugh. He was sitting up in bed rubbing his eyes.
“It’s a snow day.”
“So you’ve said.”
“Which means we’re going out and playing in the snow.” I tossed a pair of sweatpants at him.
“It’s freezing out there.”
“It won’t be cold when we’re running around.” I pulled on one of his sweatshirts.
“We need to get you some appropriate clothes.”
I laughed. “What I need is for you to get your big butt outside.”
He just sat in bed, smiling at me.
“Come on!” I hurried out of the room. I figured I only had 30 minutes tops before I was completely frozen. But that was still 30 minutes of fun.
It took us a little time to be able to walk outside.
We pushed the snow away from the back door.
But once we cleared a small path, we realized that it hadn’t snowed quite as much as we thought.
It had just drifted against the house. There was only about half a foot of beautiful white snow.
I ventured out, ignoring how cold my sneakers were in the snow.
It was the perfect amount of snow to… oof.
A snowball hit me right in the back. “Hey!” I turned toward Miller just as he threw another snowball right at my stomach. Oh, it was on. “You are so dead.”
He laughed as I ran after him. But he wasn’t running very fast. It was almost like he wanted me to reach him. I jumped onto his back.
He pretended to lose his balance and toppled us both onto the ground. And I had no idea how he did it, but I somehow wound up on top of him, staring down at his smiling face.
He started to make snow angels even though my entire weight was pressing down on him.
It was just like how he’d acted at the beach. Playful and fun. But instead of sand all over him, it was snow.
“I love you.” The words just kept spilling out of me. Like I had no control over them.
He stopped making snow angels and grabbed both sides of my face with his snow-covered gloves. He kissed me. He kissed me like he loved me.
But…he still didn’t say it back.
After everything we’d been through…I got it. I did. And yet…did his feelings change? Matt’s feelings had changed… Stop.
Just like I wasn’t sure why I kept repeatedly telling him I loved him, I had no idea why I grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it down his hoodie.
He yelped.
But I was already off him and running down to the lake.
“New rule!” he yelled after me. “No snow under our clothes!”
“There’s no rules in this house!” I tapped the frozen lake with my toe. It seemed solid enough. I stepped onto it and my feet slipped. I landed with a thud on my butt. Ow.
Miller slid onto the ice next to me but stayed gracefully on his feet. “No rules in this house, huh?” He put his hand out for me.
I grabbed it and pulled him down on top of me.
He laughed and caught himself so he didn’t smush me. “So our home is a lawless one?”
“Yes.” God, I loved when he was on top of me like this. It made me forget that we were in the snow in very inappropriate snow clothes. I didn’t even feel cold. Hell, it made me forget I was outside at all. And all I wanted to do was wrap my legs around his waist.
“So you wouldn’t mind if I…I don’t know…did this?” He picked up a big handful of snow and I dodged it right before he tried to shove it right in my face.
I squealed and tried to stand up on the ice, but slipped again. I tried to crawl away on my hands and knees.
But he grabbed me from behind, pulling me against him.
And I was instantly turned on. Him behind me like that. Holding me around the waist, my ass tight to the front of him. I stayed completely still.
“Lawless,” he said, one gloved hand slid to my hip, holding me in place. “That’s what you want?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if I did this?” He pushed my double layers of sweatpants down, exposing my ass to the cold.
“No rules,” I said. “So why would I mind?” I heard his glove drop to the ground.
“What about this?” He cupped my ass in his hand.
I moaned. “That hardly feels lawless. This backyard is private. No one can see us. Who cares if my butt is out?”
“You’re right. No one’s watching.” His fingers slipped between my legs, his cold thumb brushing against my clit. “How about this?” His voice sounded tight.
I moaned. I was really liking lawless Miller.
His index finger slid inside of me. “Fuck, you’re so warm.”
I laughed, because it was a ridiculous thing to say. “Warm, really? That’s very sexy pillow talk.”
“Does it look like we’re snuggled up in bed right now? And you just shoved snow down my shirt. I’m fucking freezing.” He moved his finger faster, making me lose my train of thought for a moment.
“So is this supposed to teach me some kind of lesson about not putting snow down your clothes? Because I’m learning quite the opposite.”
“Fair point.” His fingers stopped.
Damn it, why had I said that? I didn’t want him to stop.
“This is probably a better lesson.” He grabbed a handful of snow and shoved it right against where his fingers had been.
“What the hell!” I shrieked. “You’re going to give my naughty bits frostbite!” I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he was still holding me to him.
“That was your punishment. But I think you’ve learned your lesson. How about I warm you up?” He flipped me over, cradling my ass in his hands so I wouldn’t touch the ice.
I was freezing, but something about the fire in his gaze made me stop moving. He slowly lowered his mouth to the snow he’d just shoved between my legs. He thrust his tongue inside of me, pushing some of the snow with it.
I screamed. “It’s so cold! Miller…” but my voice trailed off. Because it suddenly wasn’t cold anymore. All I could feel was his hot tongue between my thighs, lapping up the snow off my skin. Replacing the feeling of cold with unbelievable warmth.
One of his hands still had a glove on it, so when he pulled me even closer to his face, the rough material scratched my skin. It burned. It felt amazing. I didn’t even know how to describe…
He thrust his tongue even further.
“Miller.” I grabbed the top of his hat to pull him closer. But it wasn’t necessary. He was licking me like he was eating his favorite flavor of water ice. I’d thought last night had been hot. But this? I was seconds away from coming and he’d barely even started.
He groaned like he couldn’t get enough. Like he’d never get enough of me.
I felt my thighs tightening around him.
“I love the taste of you.”
It wasn’t the confession of love I’d been waiting to hear. But it was good enough right now.
He brushed the tip of his nose against my clit as he thrust his tongue even deeper inside of me.
“Miller!” I felt myself pulsing around his tongue.
Fuck. My fingers dug into the back of his neck as he kept swirling his tongue inside of me.
I never wanted him to stop. I never wanted this moment to end.
I’d be happy to spend eternity right on this ice with him.
Even in the freezing cold there was nowhere else I’d rather be.
He groaned and placed one last stroke against me before lifting his face from my skin. He pulled my sweatpants back up and wiped the wetness off his chin. “Did you learn your lesson?”
I moved to my knees and grabbed the waistband of his pants. “Yes. But it’s only fair that now I get to cover you in ice and lick you like a popsicle.”
“Yeah…” he caught my hand before I reached into his sweatpants. “Guys don’t work like that. It’s cold. So he’s not having it.”
“Really? Even after what we just did?”
He raised his eyebrow at me. “I would never lie about such things.”
I pulled the waistband of his sweatpants anyway and peered inside. “Hey there, Little Dicky.”
“You’re so dead.” He started to make a snowball.
I scrambled to my feet. “I call a truce!”
He didn’t stop making his snowball, so I started to run, my feet skidding along the ice.
“Brooklyn wait!”
I ran faster, my feet finally adjusting to the sleek ice.
“Stop!” he yelled. He sounded really upset.
Probably because he couldn’t reach me with his snowball. I took another step and I heard the ice crack. I froze, but my feet skidded farther. The sickening sound of the ice cracking echoed around me.
“Don’t move,” Miller said.
Some cold water started coming through the cracks, soaking my sneakers. I wasn’t fucking going anywhere.
“I’ve got you,” Miller said calmly as he took a step on the cracking ice. The sound grew worse. “Shit.” His feet froze. “I need you to get down on your hands and knees, Brooklyn.”
“What?”
“I’ve got you, okay? But I need you to get down on all fours. I need you to trust me.”
I didn’t even hesitate to follow his instructions this time. Of course I trusted him. I got down on my knees, not caring about the cold water biting my skin.
“Crawl toward me, okay. Really slowly.”