Chapter 16 Myles
Myles
When she said with such certainty that I felt the same way about her, I couldn’t lie. It was written all over my face. It’s true. And hearing her say it made the pain and guilt that much heavier on my soul.
I haven’t felt happiness in twenty years. Any woman I’ve been with was just a distraction. I didn’t see anything further than sex with them. They were always aware. I didn’t see a life. Not like when I look at her. I can see my life with her in it every fucking day. And it’s killing me.
“You need to tell her.”
The sound of my inner voice hisses, but I shake my head and push away the thoughts.
I know it’s selfish, but I’ve never wanted someone more in my life. Why is it so horrible to just let myself have this one night…Let us have this night?
“He was your best friend.”
I ignore my inner voice scolding me as I kiss down her body.
Her skin is soft and warm beneath my lips.
I lick and bite against her more sensitive spots.
Her nipples, her ribs, and her hips, before settling on my stomach between her thighs.
She looks down at me with a soft smile on her lips.
She runs her fingers through my hair as my tongue runs up her inner thigh.
I barely let my tongue touch her clit. I tease her, peppering kisses all around where she wants me. Her eyes narrow as I pass over her clit again.
“Myles…” she growls, but her growl turns to a moan as my tongue circles her clit. “Oh, God.” Her fingers tighten their grip on my hair.
I can’t help the laugh that slips out. The hot air mixed with the vibration of the laugh makes her thighs tense, and another soft moan comes from her.
I slip both arms under her thighs. I loop around them and pull her closer and lock her in place.
Her thighs are spread wide as I continue to taste heaven.
“Oh fuck, Myles. Please, don’t stop.”
The sound of my name on her lips has a warmth spreading through my body.
My cock throbs, thickening as it’s pressed between my body and the bed.
I rock my hips, grinding against the bed for some form of friction.
Her legs wrap over my shoulders and tighten.
When my tongue sinks inside of her, a low growl vibrates from deep inside me.
This woman makes me feel fucking feral. Everything about her turns me on.
I slide a single finger inside her, and I can feel her pussy tightening around it. Fuck, she’s perfect. I press my finger in and out, stroking her closer as I alternate between licking and sucking her sensitive clit. Her moans and whimpers are filling the room. Filling it with life.
She grips my hair and tugs, pulling my attention away from her delicious pussy.
“I…I want you inside me…Please,” she begs between her breathy pants.
I tighten my grip on her hip while I press my tongue flat against her clit. She whimpers, and I can feel her legs starting to tremble.
“I want to taste you coming apart on my tongue first. We have all night, Sunshine. I want to savor this.”
I slip a second finger inside of her as I latch onto her clit and suck. Her pleas and whimpers turn to screams as I feel her pussy throbbing around my fingers. I can feel her body shattering, and it’s fucking euphoric.
As her trembling slows, I slide my fingers out. I lick her slowly a few more times, making sure to tease her sensitive clit. Her body twitches with every touch.
I kiss her body up to her neck, then kiss her lips deeply.
I let her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth as my fingers tangle in her hair.
I press my body against hers and prop myself up on my arm.
My other hand teases her ribs before cupping her jaw.
Her eyes are still closed as she’s lost in the post orgasmic bliss.
“You’re perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
She opens her eyes to look up at me. Her lips part like she’s going to say something, but I silence her with a kiss as I slide inside her. She gasps as my cock stretches her. I still once I’m fully inside, letting her adjust.
“Fuck, Mina…” I whisper against her lips. “We fit together perfectly.” I slide out, then back in slowly. Her pants and whimpers are slowly dissolving my self-control.
I sit up to look at where my cock is disappearing inside her.
Fuck, I wasn’t lying when I said we fit perfectly together.
I slip out as I rest on my knees and lift her hips to pull her up onto my lap.
My cock thrusts back inside, and I watch her eyes roll from the new angle.
I can fuck her deeper at this angle, and that’s exactly what I want to do.
If I only have tonight, I want to make her feel me even after tomorrow.
My fingers press into her hips as I fuck her. Each time I hit against one particular spot inside, I can feel her body tensing. She’s getting close. I’m grateful for that because I’m not going to last much longer. This feels too fucking good.
“Fuck, Mina.” My thumb circles her clit as she plays with her nipples. So close. I can feel her tightening around my cock.
As she pinches her nipples, I pinch her clit and feel her come. Fuck, it feels so fucking good. I’m close. I need to pull out, but she wraps her legs around me. She leans up, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kisses me.
“Mina,” I pant. “I’m going to…”
She kisses me deeper as she wraps around me, keeping me inside her. She grinds herself on my cock, and I can feel the warmth building in my core. I pull away from the kiss and bury my face into her neck as she continues to bounce up and down.
“Lumina!” I groan as I clutch onto her.
I grip her hips, holding her in place as I come. My cock fills her as she pushes down further.
“Fuck!” I growl against her neck, and she laughs.
“That was amazing.” She says as she yawns.
“Let’s go clean up, then get you to bed.” I laugh as I kiss her neck. I pick her up and carry her into the shower.
I take my time washing her body again. Some of our wounds broke back open, so more blood has been smeared from both of us. I had the crew stage the house in case I did a showing. They brought in all toiletries and necessities for it to look like this home was actually lived in.
She sighs as she leans against me in the warm water. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck. I hate how perfect this feels right now. Like everything in my world is finally complete.
I can feel her falling asleep in my arms as her head rests back against my chest.
“Let’s get you in bed, Sunshine.” I grab a towel and wrap it around her. The sleepy smile on her face makes everything worth it.
I have her relax on the counter and open the cabinet below the sink, and thankfully, there’s a first aid kit.
I take my time, kissing her soft skin on her neck as I place butterfly stitches along the slice on her shoulder.
The one along her throat isn’t as deep as the one on her shoulder, and I’m able to close it with the liquid band-aid stuff in the kit.
I use more butterfly stitches for the one on her chest. Only once I kiss every injury he caused on her, do I wrap her in the towel.
She sits there watching me with that sleepy smile on her face as I clean my own wounds.
The one on my face isn’t deep and can be covered with a liquid band-aid.
The ones along my chest, not so much. I have to use butterfly stitches for most of them.
The one just over my heart is the worst. He pushed the tip of the knife in and twisted.
I had to put gauze in it and put a covering on it.
I’ll see if Alexandria can stitch me up when I get back home.
She seems to have extensive knowledge of tending to stab wounds…
I don’t even want to know why after what I just dealt with.
She falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. I stay and watch her for a long time, keeping track of the rise and fall of her chest. She’s in a deep, peaceful sleep. Void of any of the nightmare events she just went through.
I found some old clothes that hardly fit me in my old closet. A pair of basketball shorts and an old Van Halen T-shirt. I lean to kiss her on the cheek before leaving the room. It’s dark. The only light in the pool house is the dim one hanging in the kitchen and one bulb in the living room.
I make my way slowly into the living room, letting the nostalgia of this place hit me in waves.
Adam and I lived here together at one point when we were sixteen.
He didn’t want to live with his parents anymore, and apparently, living in their pool house was far enough from under their thumb for him.
Along the wall is a row of bookshelves. I run my fingers along their leather spines until I find the one I’m looking for. It’s a photo album Angie made for me for Christmas. The album is dusty from years of sitting on the shelf. The leather is cracked and worn.
I sit on the couch and flip it open. The pages crinkle and stick from the years it’s been sitting untouched. I turn each page and am overwhelmed by the memories that come flooding back.
I spend hours lost in the past, so long in fact that the sky is beginning to lighten in the distance along the horizon. With each page turned, it becomes more and more clear what I have to do.
I close the album and go into the kitchen. I grab a pad of paper and a pen out of the junk drawer and begin writing out the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write.
I remove my keys from the keyring and step back into my old room. I place the photo album on the nightstand, lay the note on top, and set her phone on top of that. I set her backpack on the floor next to the nightstand. I saw it last night in my back seat and went out to grab it this morning.
Mina is still asleep. I take a moment to memorize everything I can about her. The way her lips have a small smile tilted at the corners as she sleeps. Her long, dark hair splayed across my pillow. She’s so beautiful. She looks peaceful as she lies in my bed…Her bed.
It's hers now. Everything is hers.
I lock the pool house before closing the door and take one last look around the property. This home has been in Adam’s family for years. It was his parents before it was his. And now, it belongs to her.
I climb into my car. My fingers clutch onto the steering wheel as a cold hand grips around my heart. I don’t want to leave her. I…I think I’m falling in love with her. But that can’t happen.
This is how it has to be.