Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
OLIVIA
O ur lips are so close that his breath fans my lips.
“They are watching us. We wouldn’t want to disappoint them.
” He runs his thumb over my cheek, and my body betrays me as I lean into his touch.
My eyes dart to where Kate and Vincent are, and sure enough, they are grinning at us with stars in their eyes.
I turn back to the greys, and a knowing smirk plays across his face. He’s going to take every single advantage he can tonight and knows I can’t do a damn thing about it. I went with the lie, and now I’m forced to play it out until we leave.
“Just one kiss, Miles. And no tongu…”
He cuts me off like he's starving for oxygen as his lips come crashing down on me. My body instantly melts into him as I cling to his white dress shirt. When his tongue finds mine, I know I should back away, but I’m drunk on his kiss as I hungrily take what I’ve been trying so hard to resist.
The whole world disappears around us, and all I can feel and see is him as he slowly kisses me like it’s his first real drink of water in days .
When he finally pulls away, he leans his forehead against mine, our breathing hard and heavy.
“I think you’ve more than made it convincing for them,” I say quietly.
“I wasn’t doing it for them. I was doing it for me.”
“I need some more wine.” I break away and put a smile on my face like a woman in love would do after she’s just been kissed by her husband. If I’m going to keep up this charade, I need more liquid courage in me.
“Then let’s get you some.” He places his hand on the small of my back, and I’m annoyed at how much I like that small gesture as he guides us to the outside bar. “We wouldn’t want my wife to be thirsty.”
“You do know that you don’t have to keep calling me your wife, right? They’re not even within earshot,” I say, pointing through the window to where Kate and Vincent are inside talking to a group of people.
“Helps me stay in character.” He takes two full wine glasses off the tray at the bar and hands me one. He can lie all he wants, but I know he loves to push my buttons and get my feisty side out of me.
“Something tells me you’re lying,” I say quietly, raising the glass to my lips and taking a drink of the smooth red liquid.
“Something tells me you are, too,” he smiles and takes a drink. I watch his throat move as he swallows, entranced by the simple movement.
Even his Adam’s apple is sexy as hell.
This is the first time I’ve seen him all dressed up, and he did not disappoint.
His white button-down shirt is open at the collar, revealing his ink and tanned skin underneath.
He kept his forearms bare, with his rolled-up cuffs exposing more sinful skin covered in black swirls.
My eyes skim down his black suit pants and dress shoes that complete the outfit, making him look every bit like the forbidden fruit he is.
Why couldn’t God do me a solid and give me some kind of ick about him that I couldn’t tolerate?
“What am I lying about? Except for the fact that I’m going along with this little charade you started.”
“This little charade helped you get that account,” he points out. “I’m talking about how you are lying to yourself that we can remain just friends . That kiss we just shared was anything but just friendly.”
“I was in character, just like you are.” I feel the effect of the wine making my head fuzzy, and I welcome the carefree calm it brings me.
“You keep telling yourself that,” he chuckles into his glass. A slow song comes on, and he takes our glasses and sets them on a nearby table before grabbing my hand.
“Where are we going?”
“To the dance floor. I want to dance with my wife,” he grins.
The wine effect has me giggling, and I’m suddenly finding this scenario funny. He stops and pulls me into his arms. His sandalwood and leather scent surrounds me as I wind my arm around his neck and play with his hair that I’ve been dying to touch again.
“What would you say to one more night?” His words fan my skin as he nips my earlobe with his teeth.
I try to focus on his words, but I can’t think straight when he’s this close.
“Afterwards, we can go back to just friends if that’s what you want.
I just need to be inside you one more time,” he whispers, tracing my tattoo with his tongue.
“Please,” he breathes against me. That single word is said so quietly that I almost miss the plea coming from his lips, but it has the effect on me that he wants as I consider what he’s asking.
“One more night with no strings attached? ”
“Whatever you want, I promise.” I feel his heart beating in a strong rhythm against my chest as I fight the battle inside of me. The only one who will get hurt in this situation is me if I let myself fall for him. If I can keep my feelings out of it, then one more time shouldn’t matter.
“Okay,” I nod against his shirt. “One more time,” I say quietly. I feel like I’m making a deal with the devil, but somehow that excites me even more.
He quickly lets me go and pulls his phone out.
“Who are you calling?” I giggle.
“Uber. You made an appearance. We stayed and mingled to seal the deal, now it’s time to get my wife home.”
“Again with the my wife ,” I laugh softly. I will take it to the grave with how much I love hearing him say that. I quickly shake off the thought and focus on keeping my emotions at bay.
“Shit, it’s a forty-minute wait,” he sighs, confirming the ride before putting his phone away. “I should have just driven,” he mutters.
“That just means we have enough time to have a few more glasses of wine,” I grin, taking his hand and leading us back to the table where our drinks are. The more drunk I am, the less I have to think about the choices I may or may not regret tomorrow.
I refill our glasses as we sit at a corner table and enjoy the band.
String lights go across the patio, and with the slight breeze, it’s a beautiful night tonight.
His hand finds my thigh under the table as his thumb traces lazy circles against my skin.
We listen to the music and get drunk on wine and each other as the energy builds up between us, only getting stronger as each minute passes.
By the time the Uber arrives, I’m more than ready to leave and return to our room.
We sneak out before anyone can stop us and climb into the backseat of the car that's waiting for us. He makes sure I’m buckled in, but keeps his body pressed tightly against mine.
Our thighs touch in the darkness as we pull away from the vineyard, and it’s like an electric current running through my veins.
His hand finds the slit of my dress as he grips my thigh again. This time, though, he skims along my skin until I feel him close to my center. I press my legs together to keep him from going further, and I hear him softly chuckle in the dark beside me.
Leaning close to my ear, I feel his breath warm my skin.
“Be a good girl and spread those legs for me,” he whispers so only I can hear.
“You know there’s a part of you that wants this.
To feel the excitement of doing something you know you shouldn’t be doing, but doing it anyway because you can.
” He kisses my neck, and his tongue swipes along my skin.
My legs open on their own accord, and I feel him grin against me. “There’s my naughty girl who wants to play.”
My heart is pounding like a rabbit that is about to be eaten by a wolf. I glance at the driver as he’s humming along, oblivious to what’s going on two feet behind him. We are in the backwoods still, and the only light is the dim glow of the dashboard.
I feel his hand skim my panties before they are pushed to the side. He’s knuckle-deep in two seconds flat as I bite back a moan and close my eyes.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he quietly moans against my ear. “Does it excite you that my fingers are deep inside you and he’s right there with no clue that you are about to cum all over my hand in his backseat?”
I shake my head quickly, knowing it’s going to be impossible not to make a sound and give away what we are doing back here. There has to be some law we are breaking. I’m sure climaxing in the backseat of your Uber driver’s car is one of them.
“Now that I’m in your pussy again, I’m not leaving until you cum.” His fingers go deeper, and I grip the leather seat in a fight to remain quiet.
The wine has me so relaxed and horny that I’m almost to the point of not caring and just letting go. That will teach Miles not to put me in this situation again.
“Do you mind turning the music up?” I hear him say through my sex-induced haze. “My wife and I love this song.”
“No problem. It’s one of my favorites, too.”
He cranks it up, and the music drowns out his fingers pumping harder into me. His thumb presses on my swollen clit, and I’m teetering on the edge when I hear his voice in my ear.
“Bite down on my neck,” he growls softly. “I’m about to shatter you.”
My head drops down to his neck as I feel my walls tighten around his fingers. With a flick of his fingers, he hits me right where my ignite button is as my body explodes around him. My teeth sink into his flesh as I muffle any incoherent sounds that want to fly out of my mouth.
The taste of metal hits my taste buds, and I realize I’ve broken his skin as I clamp down on him harder.
My body trembles against him as the last of the tremors fades away.
I slowly release my grip on him and run my tongue along the place where my teeth just were, hoping to soothe the area if it hurts.
His fingers slowly slide out of me, and just like last time, he puts them in his mouth, wanting to savor my taste.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper in his ear.
“For what?” I can hear the confusion in his voice as his hand finds my thigh again. He straightens my dress so I don’t flash the Uber driver when the dome lights come back on.
“If I hurt you. I didn’t mean to bite you so hard.”
“Honey, it would take a lot worse than that to hurt me. I’m hoping you went deep enough to leave a mark. If not, I’m going to need you to go harder next time. ”
We pull up to the B&B, and I don’t get the chance to respond.
“Let’s go see how strong that little bed is.” I can feel him grinning against my neck, causing me to giggle again from all the wine.
“You’re on,” I laugh, stepping out of the vehicle with him. We are both swaying a bit as we try to be quiet, entering the inn. A small lamp is lit in the sitting room, but other than that, the place is asleep.
“Shit,” I whisper loudly, hitting my shin on the coffee table. “Who puts a coffee table in the middle of the hallway?”
“We’re still in the living room,” he laughs. “The hallway is this way. Here,” he says, flinging me over his shoulder. “It’s my duty as a husband to get my wife safely to bed.”
“Are you drunk?” I giggle against his back.
“Maybe,” he laughs. “Are you?”
“Maybe,” I say, giggling harder as we try to find room thirteen. “The guy at the counter is right.” I reach my hands down further and cup his gorgeous ass. “Room thirteen is a lucky room.”
He finally gets the key in the door, and we clamor inside. Dropping me on the bed, he hovers over me. “You have no idea how lucky room thirteen is about to be,” he grins before we both are tearing each other’s clothes off like a bear in the wild.
I hear my panties rip as the last of my clothes fall away. I scamper on all fours like our first night together, and for a brief second, I think he’s going to argue with me when his hand follows my spine. I breathe a sigh of relief when he doesn’t push my decision to keep this less personal.
Sex is easy. It’s the connection I feel whenever I look at him that scares me.
“Grab that headboard,” he says, breaking the silence with his rough voice. I quickly reach up and clutch the wood. I feel him again at my entrance, and I softly moan as I try to sit back on him. His piercing teases my center as I move against it.
“You like that, Olivia?” He grabs his dick and rubs his metal ball against my clit.
“Yes,” I moan, moving my hips in circles to tease myself more.
He drags it along my skin as he tortures me by slowly moving through my slick arousal.
“Please, Miles,” I whimper, wanting him inside me.
“Please, what?” He asks, reaching over me to pinch my nipple hard. I cry out as heat spreads to my core.
“More,” I whisper, bringing his hand to my other breast.
He pinches my other nipple hard, and I gasp at the sensation it brings.
“Spread your legs more for me,” he orders, and I happily obey.
Keeping a grip on the headboard, I spread my legs wider for him. I feel him at my opening as he pushes his tip into me. His hands dig into my hips as he slams into me on my next breath.
“Oh God, Miles,” I moan loudly, biting back my scream and tasting blood again for the second time tonight as my teeth dig into my cheek.
“So fucking tight,” he pants against my back. “You are going to wreck me.”
He quickly sets a rhythm that has me white knuckling the headboard.
“I’m going to paint this ass tonight,” he pants, picking up speed and bringing us both to the brink of having it all. “I want my cum dripping from you.”
My walls start to tighten as his filthy words turn me on even more. He angles his hips and goes deep, causing me to splinter into a thousand pieces. My body constricts around him as I let go for him again, moaning his name from deep within my soul .
He makes sure I feel every last bit of my orgasm before he lifts me from the headboard.
“Lay your head on the bed,” he grounds out, pushing me down until my ass is in the air. “Fucking perfect,” he growls, squeezing my cheeks hard before pulling out roughly. I feel warm liquid hit my bottom and shoot onto my back as he releases all over me with a deep groan.
I hear him panting hard as the very last drop of him lands on my skin. His finger runs along my crevices, making sure every piece of me down there is marked before he sits back and watches it drip from me.
“Jesus, that’s a beautiful sight,” he rasps. “You were made to wear me all over this perfect body.” He reaches over slowly and grabs his t-shirt off the floor to clean me up. When he’s done, I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.
I curl up on my side, wishing I had the strength to curl up against him, but knowing it will only lead to heartache. Sleep takes me under before I can question why my heart hurts so much whenever I think about this being our last time.