Chapter 18 Skye #2
He moves to my next breast, licking and sucking all the while thrusting his hand deeper and deeper.
As his mouth moves down my stomach, the tide inside me swells. He brings his lips to my slit, swirling and sucking. My hips move, needing more pressure.
“Did you bring a condom?”
He’s across the room in an instant, messing with his discarded jeans in a shot and back, the foil package already open, the condom rolling on. “Are you sure?”
“Miles, I want you inside me. Now.”
“Yes, mam.”
He takes my leg and puts it on his shoulder. I take him, the weight of his cock heavy in my hand, and guide him to my center. He eases in an inch at a time, and I lay back, relaxing my muscles, letting him fill me.
I bring my hands to my breasts, and Miles grunts out. “Fuck yes.”
I squeeze them together as his thrusts get harder and faster. The pressure inside me is building. “More oh, Miles.”
He thrusts all the way in, his hand tight on my thigh, his other hand moves to my slit and swirls. Stars explode in my vision. My body fills with warmth and tingles. My heart races as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
Miles swells under me, his arms shaking as he calls out my name.
We are lying on the bed, both completely spent. Our clothes strewn all over the wee room. As rooms go, it is nicer than I remember. There’s an en suite bathroom with a stand-up shower. The window overlooks the streets of Foyers. Most importantly, it has a large bed that came in extremely handy.
Miles is lightly tracing the contours of my stomach and hips.
In past relationships, I’ve always been self-conscious about my stomach.
I don’t know if it’s maturity or Miles, but I don’t feel that way with him.
A tiny voice in the back of my head pipes up.
“Maybe it’s because this is not a real relationship. None of this is real.”
I turn on my side in an attempt to muffle the voice.
Miles smiles and props himself up on his elbow. “Hi.”
“Hi yourself,” I say in my best old Hollywood starlet voice.
He smiles. He looks so completely and utterly relaxed. I haven’t noticed how much tension he holds in his face, except now in its absence.
I run my hand on his jaw to feel its contours, the roughness of his stubble prickling my hand, and remember how hard his face looked as Elsie led him in the hall earlier today. Without thinking, I ask, “What happened in the dining room today?”
He sighs and throws his body back on the pillow.
I quickly backpedal. “Sorry. You don’t have to tell me.”
“It’s fine. I just feel dumb. I almost hit Ty. I would’ve if Elsie hadn’t been there, but thankfully she was.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing. I mean, he said some shitty things, but really, it's what happened before.”
“Before?” I say.
Miles props himself back on his elbow, facing me and tracing my hip again as he launches into it.
“I worked on a film in Barbados. It was a small cast and crew, like this one. I got Ty a role in the film. At the time, he was my best friend. All the main players were all in our early twenties—Ty, and the main actress Lana, and me. We all got really close.”
“Lana? As in Lana Freeman?” Lana Freeman—model turned actress, and as it happens, she turned into an excellent one.
She won the Golden Globe last year for a limited series where she played Maria Sharapova.
The likeness was uncanny—same high cheekbones, same flowing blonde hair, same intensity in the gaze, same uber-toned physique.
I resist the urge to cover my body with the sheet.
Miles nods. “Yeah. She and I started seeing each other. She’s the one I told you about.”
I nod. I remember him telling me by the loch.
“I was reading this great script for a period drama that was going to start production soon. It was about Shakespeare, but the man, not the legend. It was funny and poignant. Some of the more insightful lines were delivered by the best friend. They were interested in me for the role.”
I sit up. “A Dhia! You were going to be Antonio in A Walking Shadow?”
That movie was massive when it came out. It was delightful. They completely swept the Oscars that year and the Golden Globes. I’m trying to remember who ended up playing Antonio in that movie, when suddenly I can picture him clear as day, walking on stage to accept his Oscar.
Ty Marshall.
“I don’t understand,” I say, shaking my head.
Miles shrugs. “Lana and I had just started seeing each other, and I was so sure she was the one. I pictured our whole life together—big house in Malibu, kids, the whole thing. I turned them down.”
“You turned down the role?”
Miles lies back on the pillow again, rubbing his hands over his face. “I sure did.”
“Oof. That’s rough.”
He laughs, but there’s no real humor in it. “Oh, but wait, there’s more.”
“Oh no.” I run my hand along his side, and he gives me a genuine smile.
“We kept shooting, and I was really head over heels for Lana. I had a ring shipped there from Tiffany’s.”
I gasp. “You were going to propose? How long was the shoot?”
He laughs, a real one this time. “It was too soon to propose.
I knew that. It was more about showing her how I felt.
I went to her bungalow and found she wasn't alone. She and Ty were together. It was… quite a show. After that, I kept to myself, kept my head down, and just got through my lines. I tried to get back into A Walking Shadow. My agent contacted the people about the role. They had already filled it.”
“With Ty.”
He nods. “The movie thing really gets me. I mean, all of it was awful, but…I thought we were close, Ty and I. There was a whole day in Barbados where I thought I lost the script. I was frantic. It was confidential. I shouldn’t have left it lying around my bungalow in the first place.
I confided in Ty, and he kept telling me not to worry, it would turn up.
The next day it did, but not before he probably made copies. ”
I run my hand over Miles’s arm. “Maybe they had sent the script to both of you?”
“I thought that too. We both have a similar look. We’re up for a lot of the same roles.
In the film in Barbados, we were playing brothers.
Hell, in this picture we’re playing brothers.
” Miles shakes his head. “My agent got the scoop, though. Ty sent in an audition video to the director. He wasn’t even on their radar before.
It’s a great video. It’s in the extra features on the Blu-ray. Have you seen it?”
I shake my head.
“Beautiful white sand beaches behind him. Crystal blue water. The voice that laughs at the end and says, amazing is Lana.”
I gasp, my eyes going wide. “No.”
Miles laughs. “Oh yeah. It’s the betrayal that gets me, you know? And the what if? What would my career look like right now if I had taken that role? If I hadn’t been so blinded by my puppy-dog crush?”
His eyes are far away, and his jaw is clenched.
I caress his cheek softly. He nuzzles his head into my hand, then turns his face to kiss my palm.
He grabs my hand and kisses his way up my arm, laying me all the way down on the bed, and climbs on top of me.
He doesn’t stop his traveling kisses until he’s between my thighs.
We lose ourselves. All thoughts of Lana, Ty, betrayal, and everything else fades away, eclipsed by the light of us.