Milo
Ray tells me I have a tendency to bite off more than I can chew. He’s my best friend, but he’s full of shit. Or at least that’s what I thought until this very moment…
Whose bright idea was it to poke the giant bear? Oh, yeah…that’d be me.
When I asked Rowan to fuck me until I couldn’t do anything but scream his name, I didn’t think he’d take it literally.
It’s a saying, right? People say stuff like that all the time, I’m sure. I wouldn’t know since my celebrity status means it’s been me and my hand for far too long.
I blame that for my current predicament. I’m all boneless limbs and a puddle of pleasure under Rowan. We’d moved to my bed after Rowan thoroughly fucked my brains out on the couch, and now we’re on condom number…who the hell am I kidding?
I can barely recall my own name, never mind the number of condoms we’ve gone through. Rowan makes good of manifesting my words, and his name is the only intelligible thing that’s come out of my mouth all night.
Or is it day now?
Weak light streams through the corners of my blinds, but let’s face it, I’m too far gone to really take anything in besides Rowan’s hot body on top of me and his sexy, hoarse voice whispering my name like a prayer.
The extent of our conversation over the last few hours has gone like this:
Rowan.
Milo.
Rowan.
Milo.
And on and on, like they’re the only two words that exist in this world.
Rowan thrusts into me, hitting that electrifying spot again, eliciting another orgasm out of me. He murmurs my name one last time, stills through his own pleasure, then falls on top of me like a cozy weighted blanket.
I’m warm. Safe. Protected in his arms and far from alone.
It’s the last thought I have before I lose consciousness.
“What the hell happened in here? Milo! Are you okay? Milo!”
Loud, thundering footsteps have my head pounding. I’m comfortable and covered in something warm. I must have purchased a new blanket that smells so delectable that I just want to snuggle deeper into the scent.
My cozy blanket moves—which, weird, but okay. Maybe this new blanket has a vibrating feature or something? It wouldn’t be the first time I’d purchased something strange off the internet.
What’s impossible is my new blanket rumbling out a “Fuck.”
“Dear lord! This is exactly how I imagine the Olympic Village would smell. I’m sure the entire place would be littered with condoms like it is here if they didn’t have a condom shortage.”
My eyes pop open at the sound of my best friend, but I’m quickly met with darkness as the blanket is thrown over me.
Not the nice, cozy blanket I’ve been dreaming about and now realize was Rowan, but my actual one.
The one I once thought felt like cuddling with the clouds, but now know is a poor imitation of sleeping in the arms of Rowan.
“Is everything okay?” Rowan asks on full alert.
“Aside from it looking like someone ransacked the place and the scent of sex filling—holy hell!” I hear when the bed shifts. “Don’t tell me you stuck that weapon inside my best friend. Is he even alive under there?”
Anger and possessiveness overcome me, and I throw the blanket off to stand and throw a pillow at Ray.
“Stop staring at him!” The jealous tone comes out before I can even restrain it. I don’t want Ray, or anyone else for that matter, to see Rowan’s glorious naked body, so I jump in front of Rowan to try to block Ray’s view.
“Fuck, Milo,” Rowan curses and hooks his arms around my waist to use his hand to cover my private parts, as if he’s feeling the same possessiveness over my body that I am his.
The thought warms me, and I’m turning around to shoot him adoring eyes. Rowan is caught off guard by the action. His hand is still around me, covering my ass now, I’m sure, but his eyes are flicking between Ray and me before finally settling on me with the same gentleness I’m sure he sees in mine.
And it’s like yesterday all over again. Nothing else exists besides the two of us—Rowan and Milo. The only two words that played on repeat all night, and I’m sure will today as well—
“Sorry to break up this moment—actually, you know what? I’m not. Don’t forget I’m still here.”
Our little bubble shatters, and I turn around to face Ray again, while Rowan adjusts his hands so he’s properly covering my dick again. It doesn’t change the fact that we’re still two naked bodies…and Ray.
Ray throws his hands up. “For fuck’s sake. It’s not like this is the first time I’m seeing him naked. And you”—he turns his narrowed gaze to me—“stop acting like a petulant child. I don’t want your man.”
I let out a disgruntled huff and cross my arms, not caring in the slightest that I’m like a kid with his favorite toy that he doesn’t want to share. I don’t move out of the way as Rowan’s shield.
Ray rolls his eyes. “Just get dressed and come downstairs,” he says with a snort, then leaves and closes the door behind him, thank fuck.
I turn to Rowan with a glare that startles him. “Why’d you get up and expose yourself like that?” I demand.
Rowan fumbles with his words, then settles with, “I had to see what all the commotion was about. And I wasn’t going to let him see you naked.”
“Well, I don’t want him seeing you naked!” I argue back.
We stare at each other in silence for a second, then burst into laughter.
Rowan’s hands find their way to my waist, and I suddenly can’t remember why I’m laughing.
It’s the heat of his hands that plagues my mind. I’m not sure who makes the first move, but suddenly my legs are wrapped around Rowan’s waist as we’re kissing. He’s holding me up with his hands, our naked bodies pressed together, and our hardening cocks meet to say hello.
“I’M STILL HERE!”
The shout from downstairs has us jolting apart. We glance at each other and share a smile.
“You think he’ll leave if we keep ignoring him?” Rowan mutters.
I give him a look, and that’s all the answer he needs. We both know Ray is not one to give up until he gets what he’s after.
Rowan sighs and carefully sets me on my feet. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead that almost has my system crashing.
Maybe it’s been so long since I’ve been with someone, and that’s why I’m feeling like a schoolboy with his first crush. Rowan and I had sex, and the chemistry between us is undeniable, but that’s all there is to it.
Just two people who are attracted to each other…right?
It doesn’t explain my possessiveness over him, or the way my heart flutters when I catch a whiff of leather that reminds me of him, but hey, I never claimed to know all the answers.
“Fuck, my clothes are downstairs,” Rowan mutters, moving like he’s about to head downstairs naked.
Not on my watch!
I quickly grab my robe from the bathroom and toss it to him.
“Wear that,” I order.
Rowan obliges and squeezes himself into my robe. It’s two sizes too small and barely hangs to his thighs, but it covers all the important parts at least.
I head into my walk-in closet to find some clothes for myself. It’s only as I’m tugging on a hoodie that I realize my body isn’t sticky and covered in bodily fluids like I remember it being last night before I passed out.
Rowan must have cleaned me up while I was asleep. My chest aches again at the thought of him taking care of me like that. I have to rub the area over my heart to make the feeling subside as I finish dressing.
Ray is sipping on what’s probably a protein shake while sitting at the kitchen island, scrolling on his phone. He glances over at us as we descend the stairs and snorts a laugh when he catches sight of Rowan.
“When I told you two to stay home yesterday, that was not code for fuck each other’s brains out all night. Jeez, how many condom boxes did you guys go through anyway?”
“None of your business,” I mutter. “And why didn’t you text before you came over?”
“I did,” Ray insists. “Why didn’t you reply and tell me your place was currently a sex dungeon before I arrived?”
I open my mouth, but no words come out to refute his claim. There was a lot of sex happening here over the last twenty-four hours.
“Fuck,” Ray mutters and rubs his temple.
“I should have known this was going to happen the first time your eyes landed on him, even after I warned you to be careful after what happened with Jamie. I had half a mind to make a contingency plan then, and I really should have. So what, you guys a thing now?”
“We—”
I glance at Rowan, whose expression is rock hard, and it’s impossible to decode what he’s thinking. His mouth is a flat line of unspoken words that I can’t decipher.
It was just sex. A release of sexual tension that’s been brimming between us.
But I can’t bring myself to say that out loud. The words feel too minuscule to describe this, whatever this is.
I’m saved from having to answer when Ray interrupts.
“You know what? Let’s deal with one fire at a time.
I’ve talked with the publicist, and we’ve worked out a plan.
The article was met with mixed opinions, but it seems a majority of the fans have dismissed the article as unfounded speculation.
We can work with that to try to make this yesterday’s news instead of something big. ”
“So the plan is…” I prompt.
“The plan is for you to do absolutely nothing. We keep everything as it is,” Ray says with a grin. “We all agreed that the best course of action is to act like this article doesn’t exist. It won’t become a thing if we don’t make a big deal out of it,” Ray explains.
I nod, though I’m not really sure if this plan will work. Then again, I’m not an expert on these things, so what do I know?