27. Miles
Twenty-Seven
Miles
I wasn’t sure how Sadie was going to react to everything I told her about the family, but I’m one happy man that she’s staying. She has enough faith in me to protect her, find her, and to love her.
In the car she asked about Cain, and that was a whole different conversation, but when I told her all about his past and The Pit, she cried.
She felt bad for him, but she’s still scared of him which made me laugh, then she asked about Trixie, and that again set off the waterworks for her.
She did ask about Hayden and Olivia because to everyone they are this couple who have been together forever, but if I had to tell her about how they finally got together I’m sure she would cry at their story too.
So, I was happy I didn’t have to tell her about that one.
I park the car, take a look around to make sure there isn’t anyone around, because these fuckers come out of nowhere.
Walking into the house, I pull Sadie close, lift her so her legs wrap tightly around my waist, and carry her up the stairs without breaking stride.
Her mouth crashes against mine halfway up, open and hungry.
I taste her desperation, the soft little sounds she makes when my tongue slides against hers.
By the time I kick the bedroom door shut, her fingers are already buried in my hair, pulling me closer like she can’t get enough.
And I can't get enough of her.
I drop her onto the bed and follow her down.
Our clothes come off quickly. Her dress is shoved up and over her head, my shirt ripped over my head, jeans shoved down.
The second I’m free I shove her thighs wide and thrust into her in one deep, hard stroke.
She’s soaked, so wet the slide is easy and filthy.
The tight heat of her grips me like she was made for this.
We’ve both been waiting for this, I’m not sure who’s been waiting longer, but I’m going to be fucking her all night.
A broken moan spills out of her. Her back arches. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Fuck, Sadie,” I growl against her mouth. “You’re already dripping for me. This pretty pussy was made to take my cock.”
I don’t start slow. I fuck her hard from the first thrust, my hips snapping against hers, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room.
One hand slides up between her breasts and wraps around her throat.
I squeeze firm, controlled and her eyes flutter.
A deeper, throatier moan leaves her. She loves it.
I can feel it in the way her pussy clenches around me every time my fingers tighten.
“That’s it, baby,” I rasp. “Take every fucking inch. You love being choked while I stretch this tight pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice is strained under my hand. “God, yes…don’t stop!”
I keep choking her while I drive into her, watching the flush climb her chest, watching her lips part around every desperate moan. She’s so wet, so greedy for every inch. When her thighs start to shake, I pull out, flip her onto her stomach, and yank her hips up high.
“You look beautiful in this position too.” I slap her ass as I slam back into her from behind in one brutal thrust. She cries out into the pillow, the sound muffled and needy.
I grip one hip hard enough to bruise and wrap my other hand around her throat again, pulling her back onto my cock with every stroke.
The new angle lets me go deeper. Her ass presses against my hips, her walls flutter around me.
“Look how well you take me,” I growl, thrusting harder. “This pussy is mine. You’re going to come on my cock just like this, on your knees with my hand around your throat.”
She pushes back to meet every thrust, moaning my name like a prayer. I reach around and find her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles while I fuck her. The dual sensation makes her shake. Her moans turn high and broken.
“Miles…oh fuck…I’m gonna come…”
“Then come,” I demand. “Soak my cock. Let me feel how much you love this.”
She shatters with a scream, her walls pulsing hard around me, soaking my cock as the orgasm rips through her. I keep pounding her through it, never slowing, until she’s trembling and gasping for air.
I don’t give her time to recover.
I flip her onto her back again, hook her legs over my shoulders, and bury myself to the hilt. Face to face. I wrap both hands around her throat this time and drive into her like an animal, deep and relentless. I’ve wanted her so bad, it fucking hurt not being able to touch her.
Her eyes lock on mine. Tears of pure sensation slip from the corners of my eyes. She’s flushed, panting, and completely gone for it.
“Look at me while I ruin this perfect little pussy,” I snarl. “You’re mine. Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”
“Yours,” she moans, nails raking down my arms. “I’m yours…please…harder!”
I give it to her harder. Every thrust punches another broken moan out of her. She’s so tight, so wet, so perfect around me that I never want to leave. I can feel her getting close again, the way her walls start to flutter, the way her breath stutters.
“Come for me again,” I growl, my thumb finding her clit while one hand stays locked around her throat. “Let me feel this greedy pussy milk every drop out of me.”
She comes with a shattered cry, her back arching hard off the bed, her pussy clamping down around me in strong, rhythmic pulses. The sensation pulls me under with her. I slam deep one last time and come with a guttural groan, flooding her while her walls milk every drop out of me.
I stay buried inside her as we both come down, breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together.
My hands loosen on her throat but stay there, feeling her pulse race under my fingers.
She’s still trembling, still clenching around me in soft aftershocks, and the look in her eyes says she loved every filthy second of it.
I lean down and kiss her slow and deep, tasting the soft, satisfied sound she makes against my mouth.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her lips. “You took me so fucking well.”
“I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispers, still breathless, “the masked man and the one I’ve been crushing on… taking me to be theirs.”
She unwraps her legs from around my waist. I pull out of her slowly, watching my cum leak from her swollen pussy onto the sheets. The sight makes my cock twitch again, but I force myself to step back.
I walk into the bathroom, wet a soft towel with warm water, and return to the bed.
She’s still lying there, her thighs slightly parted, flushed and beautiful.
I kneel between her legs and gently clean her, wiping away the mess with careful strokes.
She watches me the whole time, her eyes soft and dark with lingering heat.
When she’s clean, I toss the towel aside, lower myself, and press a slow kiss to the inside of her thigh. Then another. I move higher. Her breath hitches.
“Miles…”
I don’t answer with words. I spread her open with my hands and drag my tongue through her folds in one long, deliberate lick. She’s still sensitive, still tasting of both of us, and the soft, broken sound she makes goes straight to my cock.
I lick her slowly at first, savoring every drop, circling her swollen clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it gently into my mouth. Her hips jerk. Her fingers slide into my hair, she’s not pushing me away, just holding on.
“Oh god…”
I settle in properly, one arm pinning her hips down while the other keeps her thighs spread wide.
I eat her like I have all night, long, thorough strokes, teasing flicks, and deep sucks on her clit that make her thighs tremble around my head.
She’s already so wet again, I savor the taste of her flooding my tongue.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that perfect spot while I suck harder.
Her moans turn higher, more desperate. She’s grinding against my face now, chasing every movement of my tongue. I add a third finger, stretching her, fucking her with my hand while my mouth works her clit relentlessly.
“Miles…please…don’t stop.”
I don’t. I double down, licking and sucking and curling my fingers until her whole body goes tight. She comes with a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around my head, pussy pulsing hard around my fingers as another wave of wetness coats my tongue.
“Yes!” she moans as she comes again.
I keep licking her through it, gentle now, drawing out every last tremor until she’s shaking and gasping for air.
Only then do I crawl back up her body and kiss her deep, letting her taste herself on my mouth. She melts into it, her arms wrapping around my neck, still trembling.
I pull her against my chest and hold her there, one hand stroking slow circles on her back.
We lie in bed together for a few minutes, her head on my chest, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her bare back. The room is still warm with the smell of sex and her skin.
“I love your tattoos,” her voice is soft as her finger traces over the owl.
I go to reply but stop when the computer starts beeping like it’s trying to climb out of the desk.
I sit up fast. The progress bar on the main monitor is finally solid green, 100%. Two weeks of brute-forcing that encrypted partition, and it’s finally cracked open.
“About fucking time.”
I swing out of bed, pull on sweatpants without bothering with anything else, and drop into the chair.
Sadie follows, wearing only her panties and my T-shirt.
I shove a high-capacity drive into the port and start dumping everything: files, message logs, financial trails, location data as fast as the system will allow.
“What’s happening?” she asks, her voice still soft from what we just did.
“I’m in. Two fucking weeks and I’m finally in.” My fingers fly across the keyboard, copying folders, verifying checksums, forcing the transfer to prioritize the critical data. “This is the whole upper tier. Names. Accounts. Safe houses. Everything.”
I’m halfway through a second copy when I hear the noise.
A floorboard creaks downstairs, one that shouldn’t. The alarm system I left in silent mode flashes a single red indicator on the secondary screen. I freeze mid-keystroke.
“Shhh.”
I open the bottom drawer of the desk, grab the loaded Glock, and chamber a round. The metallic click is loud in the sudden quiet.
Sadie makes a sound. It’s small, not a full word, just her breath catching on its way out.
I look at her and she's gone white, standing in my t-shirt with her arms wrapped around herself like she's cold, and I know she's not cold. Her eyes are locked on the gun in my hand. Her whole body has gone rigid, the same way it did on the path when she couldn't move her feet.
"Miles," she says, it’s barely a sound. Her hands are shaking, and she presses them flat against her thighs to stop it, but it doesn't stop. "Miles, is it them?"
I get to her in two steps. I take her face in my free hand and make her look at me instead of the door.
She's trembling under my palm. That's what does it, more than the floorboard, more than the red light on the screen. I've spent two weeks reading files about girls who ended up somewhere they never came back from, and now the fear is right here in my hands, and it's hers.
I keep my voice low and absolute. "Whatever happens, I promise I will find you. Just have faith I will find you."
"Mile…"
The door explodes inward.
Splinters of wood spray across the room.
I shove Sadie hard toward the far side of the bed and rise, already firing.
The first man who comes through the door takes a round center mass and drops like a puppet with cut strings.
Two more push in behind him. Muzzle flash lights the room in harsh white bursts. Sadie screams, she’s terrified.
I put another round into the second man’s shoulder.
He staggers but keeps coming, blood is blooming dark across his jacket.
The third raises his weapon. I fire again and miss as he moves.
Something hot and vicious punches into my left side just below the ribs.
The impact spins me half around. Pain detonates through my torso like a red-hot iron rod driven straight through muscle and bone.
I feel the wet heat of blood instantly soaking my sweatpants, the sharp, sickening grind of something torn inside me every time I try to breathe.
My vision whites out for a split second.
I still fire, still try to put myself between them and Sadie.
Another shot cracks. This one hits higher, just under my collarbone on the right side.
The force knocks me back a step. My right arm goes instantly numb, and heavy as lead.
The Glock almost slips from my fingers. Fire radiates outward from the new wound in waves, each one worse than the last. Breathing feels like inhaling broken glass.
I force myself to keep shooting one-handed, my left side screaming with every movement, blood already running warm down my stomach and dripping onto the floor.
I hear Sadie screaming as one of them grabs her.
She fights, kicks, screams my name. I try to lunge, but my legs buckle under the twin fires in my body.
The room tilts. I put one more round into the wall near the last man’s head as a warning, but it’s not enough.
They drag her out. Footsteps thunder down the stairs, and a car engine revs outside.
A man stands in front of me. “We warned you.” And he leaves.
Then there’s just silence. I can’t stand.
Blood is pooling under me in a spreading dark stain.
The side wound is the worse one, it’s deep, ad pumping with every frantic heartbeat.
Every shallow breath sends a fresh spike of agony through my ribs.
I drag myself across the floor on my elbows toward the man I shot first. He’s still breathing, barely conscious, and has blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth.
I dig the handcuffs from under the bed where I keep a lot of my stuff, clamp one around his wrist, then crawl, hauling his dead weight with me, all the way into the bathroom.
The effort is pure torment. My left side feels like it’s being torn open with every pull.
Black spots dance at the edges of my vision.
I lock the other cuff to the heavy radiator pipe under the sink. He isn’t going anywhere.
My vision is graying. Every movement feels like glass grinding inside my chest. I crawl back out, leaving a dark smear across the floorboards, until I reach the phone on the nightstand.
It takes three tries to unlock it. My fingers are slippery with blood.
My right arm barely works, I have to use my left hand, which sends fresh waves of nausea through me every time I shift my weight.
I dial Mason.
He picks up on the second ring.
“Hello…”
“Home.”
The word is less than a whisper. The phone slips from my hand as the room tilts and goes black.