Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
MILES
H er on my bike, with her body pressed up against me, feels like the best damn feeling in the world. She was made to be my backpack. Nothing has ever felt so right.
And all she wants is one night. One fucking night out of thousands left in this lifetime.
I know she’s made up her own assumptions about me, and she’s not wrong.
I have had more one-night stands than I can count, but I’m not a bad guy.
I’m always honest with the girls, and they know exactly what they are going to get out of me.
I don’t play games, and I don’t lead them on.
I don’t see anything wrong with two consenting adults having a little fun.
I’ve never felt the desire for anything more.
It’s not that I won’t do a committed relationship.
It’s just that I haven’t found anyone I want to commit to.
I never even believed in soul mates until Ryder met Eve at seventeen.
He knew right away she was the one. Same with Travis and Jake.
If I’m going to give my heart to someone, I need to feel that unmistakable soul connection that I know is out there.
I feel Olivia’s hand on my stomach, and it feels like my skin is on fire against the fabric.
If she just wants one night, then I’m going to damn well make sure it’s the best night of her fucking life.
There won’t be an ounce of her body that won’t be touched by me.
I want her to feel me for days after and remember exactly what I can give her.
I turn onto my street and slow down as I approach my house.
All the lights are off except for the soft glow of the porch light.
Savi’s probably already sleeping since she has to be up early for work.
I’m not going in the main house anyway because I have no plans of sharing her if Savi does come out of her bedroom.
I’m not wasting this one night I’ve been given talking with my sister.
The garage door lifts as I park inside. Kicking the kickstand, I take Olivia’s hand and help her off before removing my helmet. Running a hand through my hair, I watch her do the same.
Her face is flushed, and I can see the excitement in her eyes. I love that she loves my bike.
“So…how was your first ride?” I swing my leg over and take the helmet from her.
“I can see why you love it. It’s so freeing and such a rush,” she grins.
“I’m glad you liked it.” I smile at her giddiness and set the helmets on the shelf next to my bike.
“Your house is beautiful. Do you live here all by yourself?”
“No, I share it with my brothers and sister. At one time, we all lived here, but it’s just my sister now. My brothers moved out and got places of their own once they got married. We still all use it for the summer and holidays, and my parents stay here when they aren’t traveling.”
I take her hand and lead her to the stairs.
“I wanted my own space so I could practice with the band. We built an apartment above this garage, and that’s where I stay.”
I open the door once we get to the top, and she steps inside. Her eyes take in my living area and stop once she sees the drums.
“You’re a drummer?”
“I am.” I shut the door, and she walks over to the set.
“I don’t know why, but I pictured you more of a lead guitarist or vocalist.” She brushes her hand over the smooth drum before tapping her finger on the cymbal.
I watch her as she feels the musical instrument and touches each part. This drum set is an extension of me, and with her, it feels intimate to have her imprint on something so important to me.
“I can hold my own with singing a few notes and playing the guitar or piano, but it’s always been the drums for me.
Most don’t know this, but the drummer is the heart of the band.
Every instrument builds off the sound of the drums. It’s the heartbeat and sets up the entire energy behind the music.
” I walk over and pick up the sticks lying on the table.
Twirling them in my hands with ease, I stop and hold out the sticks to her. “Let’s see what you’ve got,” I grin.
“Your ears might regret this,” she laughs and takes the sticks. She sits down on my stool and does what every person does when they first sit in front of a drum set. They start whacking away at each cymbal and drum without any hint of a beat.
“You’re right,” I say, cringing and covering my ears as I pretend to be in pain, even though I enjoyed every minute of her sitting behind my drums with her dimples plastered to her face as she lets loose.
“I warned you,” she giggles.
“Here,” I say, moving toward her and helping her up before I sit down and bring her onto my lap. My dick instantly responds as her ass presses against me. Her small gasp tells me she feels it, too. She shifts ever so slightly, and I close my eyes briefly as our bodies settle together.
Reaching over, I slide my hands down her arms and cover her hands with mine.
“Just let my hands guide you and let your body feel the beat,” I say softly in her ear. She nods her head, and I feel her body relax against me. Her sweet honey smell surrounds me, and I breathe deeply, wanting to soak every bit of her in like the ocean draws in the waves.
My hands start moving of their own accord as I do a simple backbeat. It’s as natural as breathing to me as I move along each piece.
“Playing the drums is a lot like sex,” I murmur in her ear.
“It’s feeling a deeper connection to something bigger than yourself.
” I pick up the beat a little bit and feel her breathing increase with mine.
“It’s a complete physical experience, putting your whole body into it, creating an intense, rhythmic release.
” I slow down and finally end the beat. I lay the sticks down on the set as I feel our energy swirl around us in a tight, coiled spring just waiting to be sprung loose.
It’s complete silence except for our breaths being forced through our lungs at a fast rate.
My eyes go right to the little bee on her neck, and I press my lips to it, desperate to taste her again. Her head goes back on my chest as she exposes her neck more to me. Grazing my teeth against her skin, I suck deep, pulling at her flesh.
She moans her approval and grabs the back of my head as her fingers sink into my hair. My dick throbs painfully against my pants as I move to her ear, giving her lobe a slight tug before releasing it with my teeth.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I breathe against her skin .
She shakes her head adamantly. “I want this…need this. It’s been so long. I need to feel like a woman for a night.”
“How long?” I ask, being unable to stop my curiosity.
“Almost five years,” she admits quietly.
“Five years?” I repeat, completely shocked. “How in the hell can someone as gorgeous as you not have the guys on their knees to please you?”
“I’ve just been focused on my career and got busy,” she says quickly. “It’s not like I can’t take care of myself if I need to. My vibrator does the job.”
Images of her pleasing herself flash through my mind, and my cock feels like steel against her bottom.
“Honey, after tonight, nothing is ever going to feel as good as my dick inside you. Are you sure you want to ruin it for all other men and your little battery toy?”
My hand slides up the slit of her dress and fingers the lace of her panties.
“Can you be any more cocky?” She says breathlessly as she moves a little against my lap, and her body arches at my touch. I’m mere inches from what I know is going to ruin all other women for me as well. Once I feel her pussy, I have a feeling it will become my addiction.
“Not cocky…confident.” I move past her lace and find her smooth, bare center soaking wet for me. “I have no doubt with what I can make you feel.” I slide a finger in, and all my breath escapes me. “Fuck, Liv,” I strain out. “Your pussy feels so damn good.”
I slide another finger in, and her soft moans sound like the best music ever played. My other hand pushes her strapless dress down, and her breasts bounce free. I palm one and it fits perfectly in my hand as I squeeze hard before pulling her pink nipple.
“Oh God,” she sighs as I play with the other one. My hand palms her center, and my fingers memorize the spots that make her moan because I plan on finding them over and over again tonight.
Her first orgasm, though, is going to be right here on this stool with me. Every time I sit down to play, I want to remember how her sweet pussy feels as she clamps down on my fingers and cries out my name.
“Since I only have one night, I’m going to make sure you are thoroughly taken care of and every single inch of you worshiped.
” I tease her swollen bud, and her body bows in pleasure.
“You should feel like a woman every single day of your fucking life. You deserve so much more than a fucking toy between your legs, and my cock will happily fill it tonight.”
Her fingers grip my hair tighter, and I can tell she’s close to the edge.
My hand goes to her throat, and I clasp it tightly.
Her groan vibrates against my hand, and I grin against her hair.
I knew there was a wild side to her. She’s just gotten good at stuffing it down, but tonight…
tonight I’m going to pull it out of her.
My fingers dive deep, finding the spots that made her moan seconds ago while squeezing her neck with enough pressure to heighten her senses. Her body quickly responds as her walls tighten around me.
“I want to hear my name from those gorgeous lips of yours when you soak my hand.” My voice is low against her ear as I pinch her clit hard before curling my fingers and pressing into her sensitive spot. She explodes on contact, and I savor the feel of her pulsing against my skin.
When I hear my name released from her lips, a deep satisfaction rolls through me. It’s music to my ears and a song I want to hear over and over again.
I continue to please her until every last bit of her orgasm is felt. When she finally collapses against me, I don’t hesitate to suck off my fingers and enjoy her taste.
“Sweet as honey, just like I knew it would be.” I make sure I lick every last drop before I swoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bed. Eager to see all of her, I slide her dress down along with her thong and bend down on a knee to help her out of her sandals.
Her body is nothing short of amazing as I trail my hands up her thighs and over her round perfect ass.
“God, you’re beautiful.” I drop my other knee and kiss her inner thigh, making my way up to the area I want to dive into. Breathing deep, her scent fills me, and my mouth starts to water. She’s still glistening from her orgasm, and her skin is plump and pink.
“Miles,” she moans when my teeth graze her clit.
“Keep saying my name like that and one night is going to turn into two.” I swipe my tongue through her center and close my eyes in bliss.
“We agreed,” she rasps out as I continue to taste her. “One night.”
A flash of uneasiness floods my body as the two words are spoken. I don’t need the reminder. I’m fully aware she only wants me for one night.
“I remember what the terms are.” I dive in with my tongue, replacing whatever she was going to say with a cry. I may have agreed to them, but it doesn’t mean I’m not going to do everything in my power to renegotiate our terms.
She clasps my hair as her fingers dig into my scalp, my tongue eager to please her. I make sure my lip ring rubs her sensitive skin as the cool metal makes contact, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible.
“Jesus,” she pants, gripping fistfuls of my hair. I work her into a frenzy before standing up and sharing her sweet taste with her. She frantically pulls at my t-shirt, and I fling it over my head and onto the floor.
Fingernails claw my back, and I moan at the invasion, wanting to see her mark on me tomorrow.
My tongue seeks hers, and I press my body further into her curves.
I’m hard against her stomach, and when her hand goes down the length of me, I growl against her lip as she pulls my ring into her mouth, sucking lightly.
“I want to see all of you,” she breathes against my lips as her fingers fumble with my buckle.
“I’m all yours to see.” I take a step back and remove my socks and shoes before sliding my zipper down and stepping out of my pants. My black boxer briefs are all that’s left as her eyes roam my body. I see the hunger in them, and my cock strains against the front as I look at the sight before me.
Hooking my thumbs in my waistband, I free myself and drop the last bit of clothing to the floor. I see the moment she notices as her eyes widen. A smirk plays on my face as she lifts her eyes to mine.
“You’re pierced down there, too?”