38. Avery #2
“What are you doing?” I half-laugh against his chest.
“Holding you together,” he says. His tone seems light and airy, but I can tell he means it. He wants to shield me from whatever feelings are crashing through me.
“Just make me forget for a few minutes,” I say. I know it isn’t really possible, but maybe we can escape into each other for a sliver of time.
He tilts my chin up so I’m looking at him. “Good thing I’m up for the challenge,” he says. Then, he kisses me. He nips at my bottom lip before swiping his tongue over it.
I can feel him getting harder between us.
“Fuck,” he growls between kisses. “Why didn’t I take my boxers off? Now I can’t be all smooth like mister no-hands over there,” he says, gesturing in Owen’s direction.
A genuine laugh burst out of me, and it feels so damn good. It’s a lightness in the depths my heart’s trudging through right now.
That’s what Miles is, though. He’s my joy. My hope.
He starts squirming around, trying to get his boxers off. I roll over onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow as I continue to laugh.
My laughter turns into a soft gasp when his body settles over me, pressing me further into the mattress.
He slides my hair to side. “You laughing at me, gorgeous?” Goosebumps spread over my skin at the feel of his breath against my neck.
“Not anymore,” I rasp out.
“Mmhmm,” he hums, pressing gentle kisses down my neck and across my shoulder.
His knees spread my legs just enough, so he can settle between them. His cock teases at my entrance, and I’m desperate for him to be inside of me.
“Miles,” I say on an exhale, trying to press my ass back against him.
He moves one of his hands between us, guiding his cock to my entrance. I’m so wet, he easily slides all the way inside of me.
He grunts at the feeling, settling his weight back down on top of me. It’s almost suffocating, but I welcome it. I want to be as close to him as humanly possible.
His hips start to rock against my ass. He’s rooted so deeply inside of me that every motion lights up parts of me I didn’t even know existed until this very moment.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, not understanding how my body is already starting to build toward yet another orgasm. I don’t even know how it’s possible at this point.
Before tonight, I would have said there was no way my body could sustain this amount of pleasure. Apparently, I was dead wrong.
“My thoughts exactly,” Miles says.
He swivels his hips in a circular motion, and I swear I’m transported to heaven for a second.
His hands slide up my arms that are gripping the top of the pillow. Long fingers lace with mine. His head rests against my shoulder. I twist my head as far as I can to the side, meeting his eyes.
Soft kisses land on my forehead, nose, and finally my lips. The warm ball of pleasure inside of me starts to unfurl.
Something that started as teasing and playful has now turned into something so much more. The way we’re looking at one another is something I’m scared to put a label on, but it sure feels a hell of a lot like love.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper against his lips.
“Me too, gorgeous,” he says.
My toes curl against the sheets. I can feel his abs contracting against my back. Within seconds of each other, we combust. He presses his lips against mine to keep us both quiet.
We are slicked with sweat as our ministrations slow. His body curls around mine, a weighted blanket I never want to lose.
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath of everything that is Miles Kingston. Fuck. I’m going to miss him.
I must doze off because the next thing I know, the stickiness between my legs is gone, and a strong hand is rubbing up and down my spine.
Moving my hair out of the way, I maneuver onto my side. Will’s there laying on his side, facing me.
“Hey you,” he says, his hand still gently moving over my back.
“Hey,” I say, emotion heavy in my voice. “How long was I asleep?” A pang of regret hits me, knowing I missed out on some of this night with them.
“Maybe twenty minutes,” he says.
I nod, moving a little closer to him. I can sense Owen and Miles behind me on the bed, but my sole focus right now is Will.
I press a kiss to his jaw, making a silent promise to myself to savor every second I have left with them.
He leans his head back an inch, his eyes locking with mine. “Baby,” he whispers. “You’re exhausted.”
I start to shake my head from side to side, tears springing to my eyes.
“No,” I say, frantically. The thought of never getting to be with him again terrifies me to my very core. “No,” I rasp out.
“Okay… okay,” he says soothingly. His thumb wipes the tears away that have started to fall. “Don’t cry, baby. Don’t cry.”
The words are tumbling from my mouth before I can reel them back in. “Make love to me.”
He freezes for half a second before rolling me over onto my back and looming over me. “Is that what you want?” he asks. His own voice is thick with emotion.
“Yes,” I get out as a few more tears escape. I’m not even trying to stop them anymore.
At this point, it’s just an inevitability I can’t escape, much like the way I feel for the man looking down at me with an emotion that feels like it’s going to tear me in half.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. He gives a quick nod, seemingly more for himself than for me as he comes to a conclusion.
I’m not privy to his thoughts, but the look in his eyes tells me enough. He’s decided to do this, even though it will probably destroy us both.
His hand slides down my body. Hooking it around my leg, he presses it up until it’s damn near flush against my chest.
His cock teases against my clit before easing inside of me. He moves at a maddeningly slow pace, like his cock is mapping out every inch of my pussy.
When he bottoms out inside of me, his lips press against mine. Our bodies move together as my tears continue to fall. Somehow, my heart is breaking and being pieced back together in the same moment.
I swear I see a few tears fall from his eyes, but with my own tears clouding my eyes I can’t be sure.
My body doesn’t have much left to give at this point, but my orgasm is still there building along the edges of my consciousness.
When it hits, it isn’t a sharp explosion. It’s rolling waves of pleasure that comfort me, heart and soul.
In the midst of my orgasm, Will rests his head against my shoulder. “Avery,” he groans. Every muscle in his body goes taut as he comes inside of me.
“Will,” I breath out as a sob wracks through my chest.
As he rolls to his side, he slides out of me. I know that’s probably the last time any of them will ever be inside of me, which causes a new wave of tears to fall.
Will bundles me against his chest, holding me tight as I continue to cry. Another hard chest presses against my back. Miles.
Fingers soothingly run over my side, my arm. A blanket is protectively draped over me.
I hope for sleep to quickly claim me because I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how I’m going leave them.
I just don’t think it’s possible without ripping myself in half.