20. Brenna
20
brENNA
Holy shit.
Milo carries me up the stairs, holding me close to him, our mouths fused together. He pauses only long enough to open the door to the apartment, never breaking our kiss. He’s a lot more sure-footed than I would be, seeming to know where each step is and every obstacle to dodge. Add that to the growing list of incredibly sexy things about him.
Kicking the door closed behind us, he pauses. The apartment is dark, only the light of the full moon streaming in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows making it so that we can see the outline of each other. My heart thuds, making my chest rattle, feeling Milo’s baby blues on me, even though I can’t fully see them.
He stays like this for another long moment, then lowers me to the ground, setting me on my feet. One hand firmly on my hip, the other tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, then caresses my cheek.
“Say the words, Bren, and I’ll walk you to your door instead of mine,” he says, voice heavy and full of want. My insides flip, recognizing that feeling .
“And if I don’t?” I counter.
“Then you’re coming with me, to mine. So I can do unspeakable things to you.”
“What if I want to do unspeakable things to you ?”
Milo sucks in a harsh breath, tightening his grip on my hip. Excitement races through me, liking that I have this effect on him. He’s made me see stars on more than one occasion now, and I am desperate to return the favor.
His free hand finds my other hip, latching on and yanking me into him. Our bodies collide, both of us catching our breath but neither one moving beyond that. Both wanting, waiting. The air crackles around us, as if at any moment flames could erupt, leveling this building.
“Is that what you want?”
Running my hands up his torso, underneath his T-shirt, I drag my nails along his bare skin. Milo hisses, and it sends a bolt of lust through me. I want him more than I can say. My panties are already ruined from what he did to me in the back of the truck, but after this, they’re extra ruined.
I look up, trying to find his gaze in the darkness. Shadows shift, illuminating his beautiful face just enough for me to see the corner of his mouth quirked upward, waiting on my answer. My knees wobble as I search for words that are sexy and fun. Something that will make him feel as wanton as I do. But I got nothing. So I go with the only word I can think of.
“Yes.”
Hands grab my ass, and I’m airborne before the last of the word dissipates from the air. Milo’s growl rings out, filling the open space of the loft as he captures my mouth with his, our tongues finding each other almost instantly. I feel weightless, like I’m soaring as he carries me up the stairs with the same ease as before.
He doesn’t bother to close the door behind us. Simply sits down on the bed and flicks on his bedside lamp, keeping me in his lap and holding on to me like I’m the most precious thing on the planet. It’s a mix of tight and loose that ebbs and flows, that can only be described as reverent. Like he can’t stop touching me, but doesn’t want to break me either. Which is exactly the way I’m feeling about him.
My hands run over his torso, the cotton of his shirt soft under my touch. But it’s not what I want to feel. I want to feel him. I want to run my fingers along the lines of his tattoo, tracing the intricate details. Discover if his skin is as soft as I imagine it to be, or if it’s more like the calluses on his fingers from working at the brewery.
I pull back, feeling like a woman possessed. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, I yank, desperate for it to come off. Unfortunately, it fights back. I don’t know what magic Milo possesses that makes removing this thing look so effortless, because it’s not. I huff, frustration getting the better of me.
Milo chuckles. “Want something?”
“You. Naked.”
Waggling his eyebrows, the trademark smirk makes an appearance, and I melt.
“I like this side of you, Brenna. A lot.”
Reaching behind his head, he grabs his collar, tugging the garment over his head. Fuck, it looks so much easier when he does it. But there’s no time to dwell on that, because I got what I wanted. Well, partially. Bare-chested and grinning like he’d won tug-o-war all over again, Milo looks good enough to eat.
I place my middle finger on his pec, running it along the lines of the tribal design. The hard muscle under soft skin is spectacular, leaving me mesmerized like I’ve never seen a shirtless guy before. Somehow, with Milo, it’s different.
Because everything with Milo is different.
“Here’s the thing, beautiful,” he whispers, leaning forward and nipping at my ear. “I just don’t think it’s fair that one of us is naked and the other isn’t.”
“You’re not all the way naked yet.”
“We can fix that. But not until you are and I’ve tasted that sweet pussy of yours again.”
OMG…
Milo’s words catch me off guard, igniting every inch of me. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head, every inch between is now on fire. I blink hard, the ability to respond escaping me again. It’s like he stole all the oxygen from the atmosphere, making it hard to breathe. Yet, it’s the only thing I can still manage to do.
Milo nips at my ear again, before kissing his way down my throat. I moan, losing myself in the scratch of his scruff against my neck. It’s almost as good as between my thighs, and knowing that’s where he’s headed makes me dizzy with lust. Being with him like this is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Maybe I’ve never been with the right person, or the age difference between us has given him a chance to hone his skills. But whatever it is, I know that nothing will ever be the same after this.
In a flash, he has me out of my shirt and is removing my bra, laving at my nipples. It’s too much and not enough all at once, my hands flying to his head, trying to keep him there. In my haze, I hear his laugh, as if he knows he’s got me right where he wants me.
Two can play this game.
I grind my hips into him, angling my core just right, making sure I make contact with the telltale bulge that has been present since we were in his truck. The one I’ve been dying to get my hands on. Dying to see, feel, play with. Milo groans, and I can’t tell if it’s out of pleasure or frustration. Either way, I don’t care. I simply like knowing that he’s as turned on as I am .
“Brenna…”
He lets go of my nipple with a pop, eyes flicking up to mine. Eyelids heavy with desire, the deep blue of his irises is the most gorgeous color I’ve ever seen. One I know that I will never forget. And yet, I want more. So, so much more.
I grind again. Harder. This time, I watch as the pleasure surges through him, washing right over his face, the animal he’s done such a good job at keeping caged starting to show. Yes, please.
“I told you. Not until I’ve tasted your pussy again.”
“Then what are you waiting for? She’s all yours.”
I’m on my back before I can blink, Milo looming above me, hands planted on either side of my head. He lowers himself, almost as if he’s doing a push-up, stopping with his lips a whisper away from mine. His breath tickles my skin, the anticipation of his kiss swirling in me. But it doesn’t come. Instead, he holds this position, teasing me for a long moment, before pushing back up.
Fuck…
My pulse jumps. I’m surrounded by him, his presence, yet we aren’t touching. I reach up, cupping his cheeks, running my fingers through his beard. Smiling, he twists his head just enough to kiss the inside of my palm. And I’m done for.
Everything inside me melts. Lust mingles with something else, my heart squeezing. I don’t know what this feeling is, and it’s hard to focus on as Milo kisses down my body, in between my breasts, over my belly, removing my shorts. I’m a mix of lava and shivers as he touches me, his hot, wet, open-mouth kisses feeling like a brand on my skin. Each new touch makes me crave more. Not only of what he’s doing to me, but what I want to do to him.
He doesn’t waste any time, spreading my legs and settling between them. The warmth of his exhale on my inner thighs sends anticipation racing through me. I’m one big bundle of want at this point, and I know that Milo is enjoying every second of it.
“I’ve been dying for another taste,” he says, swirling his finger through my sex. I moan, my body quivering from the faint touch. I prop myself up so I can look down at him, our eyes meeting as he licks his finger, waggling his eyebrows. “You are so fucking sweet, Brenna.”
Holding my gaze, Milo sticks out his tongue, licking me from entrance to clit. I don’t know if it’s because of the eye contact, or his dirty words, or something else, but it’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. My whole body comes alive, every nerve standing at attention. Like having an orgasm without actually having one.
Holy shit.
He does it again. And again. My eyes slam shut, my muscles giving in, and I fall backward as I lose myself to everything I’m feeling. If I thought he knew what he was doing to me on the boat, well, fuck. He’s upped his game since. He sends me flying, straight into outer space. I lose track of what he’s doing to me—licking, sucking, nipping, who the fuck knows at this point. All I know is that I have never felt anything like it.
His tongue hits my clit and I scream. My hand flies to the back of his head, holding on for dear life as my orgasm rips through me. Milo doubles down, not letting up, while at the same time, reaching up to grab my free hand and interlacing our fingers. The move is easy, gentle. Like he’s keeping us connected through more than just his mouth.
And fuck, do I love it.
It makes me feel like I mean something. Like whatever this is between us means something.
Keeping our fingers interlaced, Milo slides up my body, the heat of him enveloping me. I reach out, wanting to pull him closer. Wanting to feel his skin against mine. I get just that as he kisses me, plus the taste of myself on his lips. The sweet, tangy taste mixed with him pulls me under his spell again. He’s like a drug, and that first hit has me addicted.
Except this time, I’m a lot more focused on something else. Because that makes twice now that he’s made me come. And he’s still wearing his damn pants. I want to play.
Dragging my nails down his chest, I head straight for the button on his jeans. I try to undo them, but that’s easier said than done given the angle and the distraction that is Milo’s mouth. Still, I manage to get the button free, my fingers on the zipper when his hands stop me.
“Let me.”
Standing up, Milo makes quick work of the zipper, tugging his pants and skivvies down in a single move. His cock stands at attention, free from its confines, and my eyes go wide. My mouth waters and my hands ache, wanting to touch. He is every one of my fantasies personified. And standing right there.
Large and local is an understatement…
“Like what you see?” he asks, trademark smirk cemented in place.
“You have no idea.”
I scramble to the end of the bed, taking him in hand. Stroking him long and slow, I bite my bottom lip, loving the moan it elicits. I’ve seen Milo shirtless before, but there is something about the whole package—and especially his package —this is just…breathtaking.
The perfect combination of soft and strong, he’s not chiseled like some over-roided fitness model. Instead, his strength comes from everyday hard work. His muscles are earned. But more importantly, behind all that is a heart and soul that runs deeper than most know. To be able to see a side of him like this is something I don’t take for granted.
Milo groans, placing one knee on the bed by my hip, kissing me as he climbs up. I lose my grip on him, but not for long as he wraps an arm around me and pulls me on top. He runs his hands along my sides, licking his lips as his eyes dance up and down my naked body.
“I wasn’t done playing…”
“Too bad, beautiful,” he growls. “Because I need to be inside you. Now.”
Ohhhhh…fuuuucckkk…
Lightning rips through me, my entire body shuddering. Inside me. Milo wants to be inside me. I close my eyes, trying to ease my racing pulse. If I was concerned that he and I wanted different things in this moment, I don’t have to be anymore. Because he put my every desire into words.
Sucking in a deep breath, I open my eyes and find Milo sheathing himself. I watch intently, equally mesmerized and impatient—something that is clear to Milo by the look on his face and by the way he grabs my hips the second he’s finished. Still, he doesn’t rush the moment. The urgency on his face is perfectly matched with the gentleness of his touch as he lines me up with him, and I sink down slowly, enjoying every inch of him entering me.
“Brenna…” he exclaims, half curse, half prayer.
And I know exactly what he means. Because oh my goodness…is that the most glorious stretch of my life. Sitting still for a moment, I let myself adjust, knowing that after this, I’m ruined for anyone else. Even Sherlock. Nothing is ever going to compare to Milo.
And still, I need more.
So I move. I swivel my hips, slowly at first, trying to find a pace that suits us both. I find it quickly, as if I’ve been doing this my whole life. Like our bodies know exactly what to do. An automatic setting.
Pleasure surrounds us, enclosing us in our own world. Everything else disappears, because nothing else matters but us. Not my test. Not the brewery. Not the age difference between us. Not the fact that he is my brother’s best friend. All that matters is Milo and me and our connection. A strong, unbreakable connection.
“Milo…” I whimper, the telltale tingle starting to creep in.
“I’m right here, beautiful…I’m right here.”
Grabbing hold of my hands, he weaves our fingers together, just like before. Connecting us. Tethering us together in a way that is inexplicable. That transcends everything. It’s so far beyond my understanding, and I’m not sure I want to understand. I simply want to live in this feeling forever. I don’t know what it has more of an effect on—my heart or my sex—but either way, both clench. And I’m that much closer. So close, yet so far.
“That’s it, baby, use me,” Milo grunts, picking up speed. I gasp from the change in pace, but meet him thrust for thrust. “Come for me. Come on my cock.”
I am. I’m going to. I need to. I just need…a little more…
Milo lets go of one hand, his thumb landing on my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. And I erupt. I scream his name, or at least I think I do. It’s hard to know exactly what comes out of my mouth because I am no longer in control. I am nothing but light and fire and heat and all sorts of other things exploding at will as my body convulses in waves of ecstasy.
Off in the distance, I hear a roar and feel Milo go taut underneath me. He seems so far away, even as his arms engulf me, hauling me into him. I bury my head in his neck, inhaling his manly scent and letting that take over as the last of my climax skitters through me.
I go limp, relaxing against Milo, who doesn’t ease up on his grip. If anything, he holds on tighter, our chests heaving in time with one another. I have no idea how long we stay like this. Frankly, we could spend the rest of time this way and I’d be fine.
“Can I ask you a weird question?” Milo inquires after we’ve caught our breath.
Uh-oh…
“Sure?”
“Are you a clean up right away , or a we can do it later kind of girl?”
Clean up… What’s he…
I pull back, eyes scanning down his glorious body. He’s still wearing the condom, and it hits me. Right, I need to…except I’m not sure exactly how this works. I guess I just go back to my room? Do the walk of shame across the living room? Is it considered the walk of shame if it’s across your own living room? I’m not even sure where all my clothes ended up. But that can be a later Brenna problem.
Now Brenna has to deal with how to make a graceful exit while not revealing that she might have gotten her heart involved in all this. And that said heart is now more than a little crushed.
“Brenna?” Milo repeats, this time his face morphing into what looks like concern.
“Umm, whatever. If you want the shower or whatever, I can wait.”
I start to push up to go, but an arm around my waist stops me and yanks me back into bed. The two little lines between his eyes are now more pronounced, making my heart skip a beat. Fuck, he does things to me that should be illegal. Both emotionally and physically.
Leaning in, he kisses me softly, slowly, like he did back on the tailgate earlier tonight. The butterflies that fluttered then return, and I try to tell them now is not the time. But I can’t help it.
“Maybe I need to rephrase. Would you prefer I go get a washcloth and clean you up now, or are you okay waiting until I can clean you up in the shower tomorrow morning?”
Oh…My…God…
And just like that, all the little pieces of my heart are put back together.
“You…you don’t want me to go back to my bed?”
“We were left with strict instructions that no strange men were allowed in there, and while I don’t think I qualify as strange, I figure it’s best that you just stay here. Because I absolutely plan on holding you all night long.”
I swoon. Even at the mention of Brandt’s stupid instructions. He’s the last person I want to be thinking about right now, which is easy to accomplish when Milo Hayes is telling me that he wants to hold me all night.
“Is both an acceptable answer?”
“Yes.”
“Then both.”
“Consider it done.”