25. Brenna
25
brENNA
I’m off the ground and in Milo’s arms before I can I blink, the smooth voice of an old country crooner I can’t name creating a force field around us so electric that my skin tingles. I’m as light as the air I just flew through, unable to hold back the giddiness that has taken over.
There is something about being in Milo’s arms that makes me feel like I am the center of the universe. Not his universe. The whole universe. Like I alone have the power to move mountains and redirect water sources. Make miracles happen. It’s a feeling I wish I could bottle. Not only for moments when I need a boost, but also so I can reciprocate.
I want to make him feel the same way.
My heart beats faster with each slow, steady, swaying step we take in time with the beat. It’s unhurried, our bodies pressed together as close as possible, from our hips to our cheeks, and I can’t help but wonder if Milo can feel my heart pounding against my chest. Against his chest. And if he knows that it’s for him.
The hand on the small of my back flexes, pulling me impossibly closer, and my breath hitches, as if that small movement could stop time. Could hold us here, allowing me to inhale Milo’s manly scent, gripping his biceps, letting the rest of the world fade away. Could stop tomorrow from showing up, when we have to worry about jobs, and futures, and all sorts of things that matter.
Because in this moment, the only thing that matters is the way he is making me feel. And how badly I want him to return those feelings.
Feelings I’m too afraid to say out loud.
“If I didn’t know any better,” Milo whispers, both his breath and his beard tickling my cheek, “I’d think you were made to fit in my arms.”
Butterflies take over my insides as I swoon, heat crawling up my skin. I bury my head in his shoulder, trying to hide the silly grin that I couldn’t wipe off my face if I tried. Not sure why I’m trying to hide it—he knows he got to me. I can tell by the way he tightens his grip and the smile I feel against my cheek. Still, my inability to control effervescence bubbling up in me makes me want to curl into him more and more by the second.
I do my best to find my composure. To come up with some kind of response that is witty, or sexy, or just as romantic. But I come up empty-handed. Because my composure is nowhere to be found. All that’s in its place is a twitterpated young woman who is dizzy with desire. And love.
Milo doesn’t seem to be bothered by my silence though. If anything, my lack of verbal response, paired with my physical one, seems to be what he was after. And he ups the ante.
Humming along with the tune, he nips at my earlobe, sending a zing through me. My body is already on high alert—ready and waiting to answer the call for whatever this man wants. With my heart leading the charge, making it that much more dangerous.
This hasn’t been a fling for a while, despite what I’ve been telling myself. Maybe it never was. Can one really go down the road of sleeping with the first man you loved—even if it was fake little kid love—and it only be a fling? And now, with him kissing his way along my jaw, humming along with an old love song, holding me like he owns me, it’s all over. Because whether or not he knows it, he knows.
Milo Hayes owns my heart.
And no matter what happens, he’s worth it.
Even if it ends in heartbreak.
Heartbreak isn’t how tonight is ending though. That’s a promise.
One that’s pressing against me through Milo’s jeans with each sway of our hips. Lifting my head, I slide my arms around his neck, meeting his gaze. The sun has all but fully set, but there’s enough light from the beams of his truck for me to see his face, the familiar angles making my heart squeeze. Those baby blues are bright enough, though, that even if there wasn’t, I’m pretty sure I’d still be able to find them. And they’d still light me up inside like a candle in a cave.
“Can I share a secret with you?” I ask, placing a single, light kiss on his chin.
“I like secrets.”
I lift one corner of my mouth, trying to be coy. Here’s hoping this works.
“Well, you see…I was a good girl in high school.”
Milo narrows his eyes at me, and I can see him trying to work out whether or not to take the bait. We’ve gotten a number of good laughs on poor Muldoon’s behalf this summer thanks to my good girl/clever girl quip, but I’ve also discovered that I enjoy that phrase in other ways. Very specifically when uttered by Milo while we’re naked.
“You’re still a good girl ,” he replies, lowering his voice to an almost growl as he says the magic words. “My good girl . ”
A shudder rips through me, goose bumps crawling up my skin despite the warm temps and thick humidity. I swallow hard, holding myself back from climbing him like a tree right here and now. I’m trying to be sexy and seductive.
“Different kind of good girl. Meaning I wasn’t ever the kind who would be alone in a field with a boy after dark…” I continue, letting my voice drop as the words come out. Taking a half step back, I unloop my arms from his neck, taking my fingers and walking them down his chest. “And I’ve always wondered what it might be like to come out here and get up to no good.”
Toying with his belt buckle, I lick my lips and look up at him through my lashes. Part of me feels ridiculous, but part of me feels sexy as hell. And I sure hope I look the latter. Based on the fire in his eyes and the flare in his nostrils, that seems to be the case.
“Have you now?”
“Mmmm-hmm…”
“And just what do you think no good looks like, Brenna?” Milo waggles his eyebrows, issuing the challenge.
Challenge accepted.
Grabbing hold of his buckle, I spin him around and walk him backward to his truck. I have just enough momentum from catching him off guard to do it, stopping only when his backside hits the grill. Eyes going wide and pupils going dark, Milo’s hand grabs the nape of my neck, and he yanks me into a hot, hard kiss. I moan, his tongue finding mine instantly. There’s so much power behind this kiss that I feel it shoot through me like a bolt of lightning.
He doesn’t let up either, continuing to kiss me with as much passion as he can muster. Like our lives depend on it. Like everything’s resting on this one kiss, one hand still on my neck, the other one digging into my hip. I hold on to him just as hard, wanting the same connection. Afraid that I’ll lose whatever this is if I let go. It’s not enough though.
There’s still something stirring in me. Something down deep. The same thing that made me push him up against the truck like this in the first place. What made me want to get him in this position. The motivation and desire to give him what he’s given me.
Placing my hands on his chest, I push hard, separating us. It’s jarring at first, and takes me a moment to adjust, but the same lust rushes right back through me the second my head clears. He’s right where I want him.
My hands are back at his belt, undoing the buckle in a flash, then the button and zipper. I can feel Milo’s eyes on me as I work, and it sends a thrill through me, knowing he’s watching. I hope he’s enjoying the show. And that he enjoys what’s next.
“Whatcha doin’, Bren?”
I don’t reply. Instead, I slide my thumbs into his pants, past the elastic of his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, already hard and begging for attention. Attention I have every intention of paying. Tenfold. Dropping to my knees, I look up at Milo, giving him a wink and licking my lips before taking him in my hand.
His hips buck slightly, and I can tell he’s holding back, trying not to react. But I know him. I have him right where I want him. Stroking him slowly—once, twice, a third time — I smile inside as he inhales deeply, enjoying the feel of my hand on his length. It’s still not enough. I want him desperate. Ready to come undone. And I know exactly what will really push him over the edge.
Sticking out my tongue, I lazily drag it along the underside of his cock. Milo hisses, cursing under his breath and slamming his fist against the hood of truck.
Bingo .
Not wasting anymore time, I take him fully into my mouth. And suck. Hard. More hisses, more cursing. But more importantly, my own desire rushes through me with each swipe of my tongue. Wetness pools between my legs, the taste of him fueling me to the point where I’m not sure how much longer I can go without relief of my own.
“Brenna…” Milo growls, breaking my concentration. I glance up, expecting to find a pleasure-drunk man returning my gaze. But what I find is something very different. I find a barely contained animal ready to pounce. “Here’s the thing, baby. You’re not the only one who wants to get up to no good.”
Reaching down, he tugs me up with enough force that I’m almost airborne. I wobble, but thankfully Milo is there to help me catch my balance, kissing me. We’re a tangle of limbs and movement as we shuffle back toward the blanket, kissing, caressing, and undressing. In a flash we’re both naked, our mouths still fused together, Milo scooping me up and lowering us to the ground.
“I think I have kissed every inch of your body this summer,” he says, working his way down my neck, planting open-mouth kisses, as hot as a brand along my skin. It’s like his own personal mark, my body reacting over and over again with each new touch as he moves over my clavicle, stopping to lave at my nipples. “And while you really do have the most perfect tits, they are only my second favorite place to kiss.”
“Second?” I question.
Milo nods, continuing his way down. Pressing kisses against my belly, he swirls his tongue around my belly button, making my pussy tingle.
“Yup.” Sliding in between my legs, he gently pushes them wider, that trademark smirk making an appearance. “This glorious pussy of yours takes the top spot. ”
He licks me from base to clit, flicking the little bundle of nerves so quickly, I barely feel it. Still, it’s enough to know that I need him to do it again. And again.
“What…what about my mouth?” I manage to ask through my lust-filled haze.
“Oh no, don’t use that hot-as-fuck brain against me,” he playfully scolds, repeating his move from a second ago. My body reacts the same as it did, but with even more need—if that’s possible. “Don’t make me punish you.”
I start to open my mouth to tell him not to threaten me with a good time, but his tongue hits my clit and I lose all focus. The world goes dark, nothing but the hummingbird-like flutter of pleasure against the bundle of nerves screaming out Milo’s name filling my brain. I grab ahold of the blanket, needing something to ground me. Something so that I don’t get so lost in whatever this is that I can’t find my way back.
More pleasure courses through me, my climax on a collision course now. I feel like an out-of-control freight train, rushing toward a dead end track, nothing in my way to slow me down or stop me. Just more fire, more pleasure, more…
Oh shit…
Milo reaches up, running his rough, calloused hand along my body until he finds my hand, and interlaces his fingers with mine. His signature move.
I detonate. My orgasm slams into my freight train self, creating an explosion like I’ve never experienced. Stars, planets, and entire solar systems collide, making me dizzy. Every inch of me is on fire, pulsating with need. My entire body goes taut, the hand holding Milo’s clenching for dear life as I scream into the night, the sound so feral I barely recognize my own voice. Wave after wave of white-hot, intense pleasure radiates through me, pushing me over the edge.
And that’s just physically .
Emotionally, I’m long gone. A puddle if there ever was one.
Milo whispers my name, peppering kisses along the insides of my thighs as the aftershocks of my orgasm still pulse through me, making my heartbeat skitter. As if my pulse wasn’t already beating his name, this somehow ups the ante. Stakes the claim even more.
“Milo…”
“Right here, baby.”
He slides up my body, cupping my cheek with his hand, kissing me slowly. Lazily. Like we have all the time in the world. I can taste myself on his lips, and I wonder if any of him still lingers on mine, enjoying the way it all mingles together as we get lost in one another. In a world I want to stay in and never leave.
Silently, Milo reaches behind him, fumbling for something. He breaks our kiss, sitting up and leaning back, so I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him, taking in his beauty. Turning back toward me, he holds up the small foil packet, winking at me as he tears it open.
I can’t take my eyes off him, scanning up and down his glorious chest, thighs, and cock, and as he sheaths himself, shivers of anticipation rush through me. But it’s more than just the thought of how he’s about to be inside me.
Looking at him like this—naked, beautiful, and passionate—I fall even more. Because this is the real him. This Milo isn’t my brother’s best friend. He isn’t the second oldest Hayes child. Or the owner/operator of Southern Brothers Brewing. Or any of the other labels this town has put on him.
No, in this moment, all he is, is the kind, generous, sweet, loving man that I’ve fallen for. And he’s all mine.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he mutters, crawling back to me.
“Funny, I was just thinking that about you.”
“Were you now? ”
Kissing me softly, Milo settles himself between my legs. Part of me wants to tell him to hurry up, that I want to feel him inside me now, but another part is enjoying the drawn-out anticipation, knowing that it’s going to make that first moment that much better. Still, when the tip of his dick brushes against my clit, I mewl, unable to help myself.
Fuuuuck…
“You like that?” Milo teases. I nod, unable to speak. He does it again, my hips bucking from the pleasure. “Seems like my girl is ready for me.”
I nod furiously, so ready to beg if necessary. “Please…”
“Good. Because I need you, Bren…” His voice is low, gruff, like a plea whispered before going into battle.
“I'm yours. All yours.”
All of me. If you only knew…
Words aren’t needed at this point, and we both know it.
Milo shifts, positioning himself at my entrance, waiting there for only a heartbeat before sliding inside me. My eyes slam shut, the glorious stretch of him entering me almost too much after all the teasing and anticipation. It’s everything I need and more.
Talk about being made to fit somewhere. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Milo and I were made to fit together exactly like this. Especially once he starts to move, finding that rhythm that only we can. Our bodies work perfectly together, in complete harmony, a synchronized dance only we know. Fast and slow, long and short, I meet Milo thrust for thrust, a mess of limbs and movements as we work toward the one thing we both want.
I lose all track of time, knowing only the sound of my heart beating and the feel of Milo in and against me. All my nerve endings are hovering just under the surface, ready to fire at will. Right along with all my emotions. With each new kiss and thrust, I tumble further and further into the great unknown of my feelings for Milo. Willingly. Gladly.
“Bren…” Milo says, in between labored breaths. “I need you closer. Need to see you.”
Wrapping his arms around me, Milo rolls us. It’s a move I’m not prepared for, startling me. I dig my fingers into his arms, holding on as tight as I can, as he settles us, him sitting up, me in his lap straddling him. I reposition myself, moving my hips to find a new tempo. Milo groans, letting me know I succeeded.
“Fuck, Bren. You have no idea what you do to me.”
Same, Milo, same…
Milo leans forward, his forehead hitting mine. The gesture is sweet, intimate, and so loving that I can’t stand it. My heart is ready to burst. I slam my eyes shut to fight back the tears that are starting to form, my feelings climbing up and ready to get the better of me. I feel everything all at once, and there is so much I want to say. So much I want Milo to know.
So I let my body do the talking. I kiss him harder than I ever have before. Reaching between us, I find my clit, circling it furiously, needing to fall apart in his arms. I pick up speed, Milo thrusting faster as well, the both of chasing that high.
“Milo…” My words come out more prayer than anything else. “Come…with…me…”
My request was all he needed. A roar erupts from Milo’s chest, his fingers digging into me as he pulls me into a punishing kiss. My orgasm rips through me, taking over all my senses. It overwhelms me in a way I can’t explain. Words fail me, and all I can feel is Milo throughout every inch of me. I melt into him, letting whatever this is take over. He is all I need in this moment.
I collapse into him, my body going limp against his as the last of my climax subsides. I have no idea how long we stay like this, me in this lap, his hand absentmindedly running up and down my spine, but when he does finally ease us backward, I’m thankful he’s still holding on to me. Being in his arms is the only place I want to be.
It’s been a big day, with a lot of big feelings. And when tomorrow comes, there are going to be a lot of big decisions that are going to have to be made. Many that might put some of those big feelings in jeopardy. But tonight, I don’t have to think about those. Don’t want to think about those.
So I’m going to continue to enjoy this moment for what it is.
“I never took you for trouble, Brenna Rawlins.” Milo chuckles. “Guess I got you all wrong.”
“Trouble?” I scoff. “A little bit ago I was your good girl. Now I’m trouble?”
“You’re both. For me at least.”
“Can I share another secret with you?”
“Always.”
“When it comes to you, I’ll be whatever you want.”
“Then I’ll settle for mine .”
I smile. Same dopey smile from earlier when he said that he thought I was made to fit in his arms. This time I don’t hide it though.
“I’ll take it.”