16. Miles
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Miles
Blinking my eyes open, I see it’s still completely dark outside. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I check for any texts from Owen. Nothing.
You never know how long he’s going to be gone on these search and rescue calls. Sometimes it’s only a few hours. Sometimes it takes days.
With a big yawn, I peek out into the hallway. His door is still open. It’s always closed when he’s sleeping, so I know he isn’t in there.
Sometimes when he gets back late, he won’t be able to go to sleep right away, so he’ll hang out downstairs for a while. Deciding to check, I make my way downstairs.
He isn’t here. With a sigh, I turn back toward the stairs, but something catches my eye out the front windows. Owen’s truck.
Stepping closer to the window, I verify that it is indeed his truck that’s parked in the driveway. The moonlight gives just enough light for me to see that he isn’t inside of it.
Where the fuck is he?
The cool air chills my skin when I step onto the porch. I forgot I was only wearing boxers. Oh well.
Leaning over the rail, I squint my eyes to look for him. There are still a few lights on in the guest house.
Why the hell would Avery still be awake right now? Unless…
Maybe she saw him come home. Maybe he was hurt, and she’s taking care of him.
I should probably go back inside to put more clothes on, but I don’t. Gingerly, I walk toward where the dim light is streaming through the front window.
The door isn’t fully closed.
Fuck. Did someone break in? Is she hurt?
I quietly pry the door open, looking inside. I don’t see anyone in the small living room or kitchen. Rustling noises and mumbled voices draw my attention to the bedroom.
Needing to ensure she’s okay, I step in that direction. My feet come to an abrupt halt in the doorway.
Avery is splayed out on the bed, her perfect tits on full display. Owen is kneeling between her legs, his fingers gripping the hem of her pajama shorts that are already pulled down just below her ass.
Well… fuck me. I probably shouldn’t be standing here right now. Scratch that, I definitely shouldn’t be. But damn. She is a vision to behold.
Just as I’m about to sneak away, her eyes lock with mine. She makes a soft gasping noise that’s a cross between surprise and eagerness. My whole body freezes in anticipation of whatever she’s about to say or do.
Yell. Throw things.
Owen must realize where her attention now lies. His hands still with her shorts now pulled down to mid-thigh, and his eyes narrow in confusion when he glances over his shoulder, finding me standing there in the doorway.
Oh right… And I’m still only wearing a pair of fitted black boxers that are doing little to hide my hardening length.
It isn’t my dick’s fault, though. I mean, look at the girl. She’s fucking stunning.
Owen stares at me for a few more seconds, a million questions swimming through his gaze. He doesn’t voice any of them, though. His head turns back to face the girl laying below him.
Avery’s eyes slowly pivot between the two of us. Owen. Me. Owen. Me.
I find myself holding my breath, like I’m waiting for a jury’s verdict on a murder trial.
Okay… maybe not murder. That’s a little dark. Embezzlement? Yeah, we’ll go with that.
A soft smile tilts the corner of her mouth as she reaches toward me. I’m standing at the side of the bed with her hand in mine a breath later.
“I want both of you,” she says in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.
I want you too, gorgeous. But… Owen…
I turn to look at my brother, expecting a glare to be aimed my way given the history I know they share. He didn’t need to tell us every juicy detail of what happened between them for me to put the pieces together.
I know him well enough to sense that he knows Avery intimately. To top that off, the connection they have could be felt across a football field.
When my eyes lock with Owen’s, all I see is openness, even if it’s sprinkled with a little apprehension.
He gives me a curt nod, and I do the same in return. Being as close as we are is pretty freaking awesome in moments like this. Words aren’t always needed to understand each other.
If this is what she wants, then that’s what we’re going to make happen.
“That’s what you want, angel?” Owen asks, staring down at her with a fiery intensity.
“Yes,” she says, confidently.
Damn. I love woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to just take it.
Owen and I share one last knowing look where we come to a silent agreement. We’re both okay with this. Then he’s tearing her remaining clothes the rest of the way down her legs.
Her legs fall open, letting us see her perfect, pink pussy. And when I say perfect, I mean it. It’s already glistening and begging for attention.
Attention I very much want to give her.
“You’re both wearing too many clothes,” she says, shoving Owen’s T-shirt up as much as she can from where she’s laying on the bed.
He rips it over his head, then looks over at me. “Why are you only wearing underwear?” he asks.
“I was sleeping,” I say with a shrug.
“But why are you wearing them out here ?” he asks, eyeing me in the way only older siblings can.
“Long story,” I say, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers.
“It always is,” Owen says, shaking his head.
Avery lets out quiet snort that halts in her throat when my hard cock springs free. I’m so fucking hard it almost slaps against my abs when it’s freed from its confines.
She licks her lips, staring at it greedily.
Not wanting to have all the attention on me, Owen moves off the bed. He pulls off his socks and underwear.
She stares at Owen’s cock like she’s seeing a long-lost friend for the first time in years.
I was right. They did fuck back then.
In an airport? Damn. Props, brother.
Maybe I should feel jealous that my brother has already been with the woman I’m currently lusting over, but I’m not. I’ve never really been the jealous type.
I think they were there for each other in a moment when that was what they both needed. I just hope I can be a piece of what she needs now.
Avery bites her lip, eyes roaming over every inch of us as we loom over her. Owen and I move in unison, like we planned out this whole thing, not something we stumbled into blindly just moments ago.
We crawl onto the bed on either side of her.
Her head tilts toward me. I’ve wanted to kiss her again since that moment in the greenhouse, so I do just that. She moans at the first breath of contact between our lips, which only spurs me on more.
I’m so focused on the way her lips feel against mine, I don’t even know what Owen is doing to her. She’s clearly enjoying whatever it is, though, with the way she’s writhing between us.
“Fuck,” Owen grunts, maneuvering so he’s lying across the bed. He reaches out his hand toward Avery. “Come here, angel.”
Her hand slides into his as she moves up onto her knees. She shuffles across the bed until she’s kneeling at his side. She lets out a shriek of surprise when he grips her by the hips and moves her until she’s straddling his face.
Mmm… Okay…
She hovers over him.
“Get down here,” he growls, wrapping his hands around her thighs to pull her closer to him. She opens her mouth to say something, but he cuts her off. “Don’t you dare say you’re going to smother me or something. Sit on my fucking face, Avery.”
Not giving her another second to contemplate it, he pulls even harder on her thighs. The moment he makes contact with her pussy, she collapses forward with a lust-filled gasp.
She catches herself with her arms outstretched on the mattress. I slide off the bed, moving to stand in front of her.
My fingers slide through her dark strands until she peeks up at me.
“Feel good, gorgeous?”
She moans as she nods, a blush creeping over her chest. Her lips press a chaste kiss to the tip of my leaking cock, and now it’s my turn to moan.
She gives me a smirk before taking the tip in her mouth, sucking… hard.
Fuck me. I’m not going to last two minutes like that. She moans as she takes more of me into her mouth, sending vibrations straight to my balls.
I don’t know if she’s moaning from the feel of me in her mouth or from how Owen’s making her feel. It doesn’t really matter, though, because it feels fucking amazing.
I pull her hair back in a makeshift ponytail to keep it away from her face. I want to enjoy every second of my cock sliding in and out of her perfect mouth.
It has been far too long since I’ve had a release because I’m already about ready to blow. I try to focus on not coming too soon and looking like a complete amateur, but it’s pointless.
She takes me all the way to the back of her throat, then gently grazes her teeth up the underside of my cock. With her lips wrapped around the tip, I lose the battle.
The orgasm hits me so hard and fast I don’t have a chance to warn her in case she wants to pull back, but she swallows it down eagerly. Every lap of her tongue against my sensitive flesh sends shivers through my whole body.
Her forehead rests against my hip as her moans and whimpers pick up in intensity. She’s obviously close.
Letting her hair fall over her shoulder, I rake my nails across her scalp. “Come for us, gorgeous.”
Her whole body locks up as wave after wave of tremors wash over her. My cock makes a half-hearted jerk at the filthy noises spilling from her mouth.
The orgasm seems to go on forever. Finally, she leans up, trying to scramble off Owen.
“I… It’s too much,” she says, flopping down against the pillows. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath.
Owen chuckles. There’s a grin on his face as he licks the remnants of her orgasm from his lips.
I have seen far too little of that smile over the last few years. If doing this brings that side out of him, then I’m all in.
The beautiful girl who just gave me the best blow job of my life doesn’t hurt, either. Not one single bit.
“Get your dick over here,” Avery says, looking at Owen but not budging from her spot.
He quirks a brow at her, which just makes her scowl. Fuck, she’s cute.
“You got me all orgasm drunk. I’m not moving,” she says in an almost growl.
Owen and I both laugh as he moves until he’s on his knees beside her. She wraps her hand around him, starting to move slowly.
With her distracted, I sit beside her and run my fingertips up her leg, sending a shiver through her. Wanting more, I tease her slick folds.
“Ahh,” she gasps, jerking up onto her elbow to look at me. “Miles,” she groans.
I can’t tell if it’s from overstimulation or pleasure, but I know for certain I love hearing her say my name like that.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
She stares at me for a beat but finally shakes her head, flopping back onto the pillows.
I’m easily able to slide one finger, then another into her. She’s squeezing my fingers so tightly, I can only imagine the bliss it would be to have her wrapped around my cock.
Hopefully, one day.
I keep my pace slow and even, curling against that sensitive spot inside of her. I can feel her starting to spasm around my fingers.
She and Owen orgasm within seconds of each other. Jets of come land across her perfect tits. I continue the torturous pace of my fingers until every bit of pleasure has been drawn from her.
“What the fuck?” she asks, laughing. Her eyes are swimming with wonder as they roam between me and Owen.
“That was hot a hell,” I say, licking her release from my fingers. My cock jerks again at her taste alone.
I need to taste that straight from the source one of these days.
Owen disappears for a minute, coming back with a wet washcloth. He stops just shy of touching her.
“I really don’t want to wipe this away. It’s kind of making me into a caveman right now.”
I’ve missed this version of my brother. The carefree part of him that would joke with people and flirt with girls has been pretty much nonexistent lately.
It’s like he locked it in a vault when we found out about Olivia’s diagnosis, and he hasn’t been able to find the key since.
She flutters her lashes at him. “Well, clean me up, then you can be my personal heater tonight.” Her gaze moves in my direction. “You too, mister.”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I grab my boxers off the floor, sliding them on. I find her tank top and panties and hand them to her after she’s cleaned up.
With all of us partially clothed, we snuggle in together. Thank goodness this is a king-size bed or this would be a little more difficult.
I bury my face in her hair with her back pressed against my chest. She smells like a mix of almonds and cherries.
She rests her head against Owen’s chest, taking a deep breath. It doesn’t take long before her breathing evens out as she falls asleep.
Owen and I lock eyes over the girl sleeping between us.
“This can only be for the summer,” he says quietly.
“I know,” I say with a small nod, not wanting to jostle her.
“Are you okay with that?” he asks.
My eyes dart down to look Avery for a minute. “Yeah, I am.”
He nods, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Are you okay with it?” I ask in return.
He drags in a deep breath. His reply doesn’t come for so long I think he might have fallen asleep, but finally he says, “I have to be, or I don’t get her at all.”