10. Milo
Author’s Note:
This chapter was almost on time, but then my boyfriend got hit by a car. Don’t worry, he’s fine! Just a few scrapes and bruises, but of course I had to inspect every inch of him and make sure he was really okay. He was very inspirational for this chapter. (wink, wink)
MILO
I leaned up to kiss Rowan—he had made me breakfast, which was like the sweetest thing ever—and I meant to just leave it at a quick peck on the lips.
Rowan obviously had other ideas. My god, my man could kiss.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close while our lips danced against each other.
He licked at them, and I opened my mouth for him, ready to be devoured.
Only he didn’t just thrust his tongue in and go all caveman on me.
No, his tongue flirted with mine, touching mine then withdrawing, then touching again, tentatively exploring my mouth and my lips.
His hands reached down and cupped my butt, and I wrapped my hands around his back and gripped him tightly.
His hands squeezed my ass, gently caressing, and I couldn’t help the little thrust I gave against him.
He moaned into my mouth, but he still kept the kiss light and teasing.
It was driving me fucking nuts. I grabbed his head and pulled him down, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and nipping at his lips.
When his tongue came out to touch mine, I sucked it into my mouth, making us both groan again.
Rowan deepened the kiss. This was the devouring I needed—Rowan unleashed and sexy as fuck as he kissed me senseless.
His hands continued to knead my ass, and I ground against him, hard and wanting.
Without much thought, I lifted his shirt up, breaking away just long enough to pull it over his head.
He complied, and I pulled mine off in the next breath, then I was back to kissing the man.
“Milo…” he groaned.
“Yes,” I groaned back, because I was on board for whatever this man wanted.
“Can I—” he started.
“Yes,” I answered again, because he could do anything he wanted with me.
He undid my pants, pushing my boxers and jeans down with both hands.
Being freed from the constraints of my pants along with the cool air on my skin felt amazing, because my dick was literally on fire because I was so fucking turned on.
He kissed me again as I felt him unbuttoning and pulling down his own pants, and then he had his hand on both of us.
“Fuck,” I ground out.
His hand was hot, his dick was even hotter, and the slide of skin against skin was unbelievable. If only…
Like Rowan had read my mind, he pulled away for a moment to reach behind him, and then his other hand was on our cocks, slick with oil.
I was never so happy that I left oil out on the countertop as I was in that moment.
Because holy fuck. The wet, slick glide of his hand and dick against mine was a slow build of pleasure.
He continued to gently kiss at my lips, but all our attention was focused on the sensations cascading through us.
Rowan was once again gentle and easy, not rushing at all.
We were both panting and moaning, but he still kept his pace light.
It felt like we kissed and he jerked us both off forever—like the pleasure was a river running through me, touching every part of my body. It felt so fucking amazing that I wanted it to go on forever. I almost didn’t want to come because this felt so fucking good.
Eventually, the friction and pressure got to be too much.
I felt tingles along my spine and and in my stomach, and like Rowan could sense that, too, his pace quickened just the tiniest bit.
I fell into my orgasm with a crash, and I was dimly aware of Rowan stroking us both through it, his hand covered in cum.
I felt his dick jerk against mine, and knowing that he was coming too had more cum seeping from my slit.
Fuck, it felt like the pleasure went on and on and on.
Of course, all good things had to come to an end, and eventually I came down from my orgasm high.
Rowan still lightly gripped both our dicks, and he had me pulled close to him in a hug, my arms wrapped around him, too.
I could hear his heartbeat in his chest, and it was oddly reassuring and comforting.
We stood like that, holding each other, until I gave a little squirm.
The air was a little too cool for a cum covered dick.
Rowan chuckled, and he leaned down and pecked my lips. Then his hand was letting me go, and while I stood there, sort of dazed, he grabbed a paper towel and wet it, cleaning me off first and then himself.
I stared at him as he did it, and I realized the man’s dick was huge. I mean, sure, I’d noticed that while he was jerking us off, but I’d been far more focused on all the sensations cascading through me.
“I wonder if I could get the whole thing in my mouth,” I said aloud, still staring at his dick. It twitched, and I smiled at its valiant effort to partake in round two.
Rowan just growled, though, pulling up my pants and then his own. “Breakfast,” he murmured.
I obediently sat down and started eating my omelette, even though cold eggs are not the best thing in the world.
Still, Rowan was a good enough cook that I kind of didn’t mind that it wasn’t hot anymore.
He sat down next to me at the table, and every once in a while I fed him a bite of omelette, which he happily took.
My strawberry milkshake was amazing. Good sex, a good cook, and good at killing people—what more could a guy ask for?
Alas, we did not get to round two. Instead, we were currently arguing with a dry cleaner.
“We do not clean weighted blankets. We cannot be responsible for the melting of the plastic inside that gives it weight,” the owner said for the fifteenth time.
“I get that,” I growled. “But, once again, I’ll explain that it isn’t plastic inside. It’s organic materials that need to be dry cleaned.”
“We. Do. Not. Dry. Clean. Weighted. Blankets.” He spoke slowly and loudly, and it was pissing me off.
“Look at the fucking tag—it says to dry clean it!” I growled.
The man crossed his arms over his chest and stared at me, which just pissed me off even more.
“I swear to god, I’m gonna climb over this fucking counter and strangle you if you don’t dry clean that fucking blanket by the end of the day and then deliver it to the owner, because it’s been TWO WEEKS and this poor woman cannot sleep and you people TOLD HER you could do it when she dropped it off! ”
I might have been yelling a bit, and I might have advanced threateningly toward the desk, but Rowan pulled me back. The asshole running the dry cleaners looked unmoved by my threats.
Rowan was still holding onto my arm. “Or,” he commented, “we can just blast the story all over social media. I think my sister has twenty thousand followers? Maybe it’s up to thirty thousand?
So hard to keep track of, you know. And of course that’s not counting the instagram followers.
Or the reviews we’ll leave everywhere. Businesses have ended over less.
But, you’ve made your choice, so we’ll just take the blanket and find someone who can do the job. ”
The man blanched at the mention of twenty thousand followers, and I swear he looked like a ghost by the end of Rowan’s little speech.
“Fine,” he eventually spat out. “It’ll be ready in a week.”
“No, you said that a week ago,” I snarled. “You’ll deliver it TODAY after you clean it. Are we clear?”
The dry cleaner looked unsure, but Rowan advanced on him. I don’t know what look was on his face, but the dry cleaner suddenly looked afraid.
“Yes. Okay. Today,” he said, backing up a bit.
Rowan gave a little growl, the guy backed up even more, and then Rowan turned around, grabbed my arm, and led me out the door.
“You okay, boo?” I asked.
Rowan growled as he led me to the car. Despite his obvious anger, he was gentle with me, and it made me fall for him a little more.
We climbed into the car and sat for a minute. I let my strawberry milkshake chill out, and he took a few deep breaths next to me. I looked over and he looked calmer, so I asked, “Where to?”
“I had my brother-in-law do some research, and he thinks there’s going to be a dog fighting event this evening. We can scope it out and see. It’s at an abandoned warehouse, and I’m guessing whoever is running this will be there getting shit ready.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I answered.
Rowan gave me the address, I plugged it into Maps, and off we went.
We were out of town in a few moments, and we were taking a road through a wooded area.
It was pretty deserted, and usually this stretch of road freaked me out, especially at night.
There were no streetlights at all, and there was no cell phone service for a couple miles, too.
I’d always joked with Aunt Anabelle that if I ever went missing, she should check route 529 because someone probably killed me and hauled me off into the woods.
Yes, I read too many horror books when I was younger.
I felt fine, now, though, and that was definitely partly due to Rowan. What did I need to worry about when I had a sexy, strong protector with me?
We were talking about the research his brother-in-law did, and I looked over at him for a second—I swear that’s all it was.
It was time enough to have something fucking HUGE hit the car, though.
“Holy fucking shitballs!” I cried, stomping on the brakes. The whole front hood was dented in, but there was nothing in front of the car.
I looked in the rearview mirror, and that’s when I saw it.
It looked like a woman, because there were boobs that were fit into a cute little crop top along with long hair and a feminine face.
After that, though, I didn’t know what the fuck it was.
It had dark wings, and its stomach led down from skin to feathers, where it had legs covered in feathers that ended in… Were those fucking talons?
“Did we hit a deer?” Rowan asked, looking around at the front of the car.
He went to open his door, but I grabbed his arm, my eyes still on the rearview mirror, watching the thing.
It was just sort of standing there, and it didn’t look any worse for being hit.
Or for landing on our car. I wasn’t even sure what the fuck had happened.
“Milo?” he asked.
“Rowan, I don’t want you to panic, but there’s some kind of creature behind the car,” I said carefully.
He turned around and looked, then he breathed out a sigh that sounded almost exasperated. “Fuck,” he murmured quietly.
“Do you know what it is?” I asked, fighting off panic. We would be fine. We had weapons. Maybe it wasn’t even unfriendly, although I sure as fuck wasn’t getting out of the car to find out.
“Yeah,” Rowan mumbled.
I looked at him, raising my eyebrows. He knew what this fucking thing was.
He sighed again. “Milo, meet my sister, Riley.”