Chapter 14 #2
“See? The nice lady says you can’t do that. I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s a nice, big, king-sized bed,” Miles grunts, walking toward the elevator.
“Coach, why are you carrying a girl?” someone asks. My hair is in my face, and my cheeks burn as I push it out of the way to look up.
“That’s what I’m asking myself,” I snarl.
“She’s feral, stubborn, and a pain in my ass,” Miles says.
Making a face, I pinch said ass since it’s in front of my face.
“Fuck!” he yells, jumping up. “Dammit, I didn’t think this through.”
“Well, she can clearly defend herself,” a player mutters.
“My stun gun is in my boot, so I’ll use my resources wisely,” I complain, twisting. “Miles, you’re being ridiculous. I’m not staying in your room.”
“I’m even more intrigued now.”
“Caelia, the team. Team, my very reluctant scent match,” he grumbles.
This situation is kind of funny since I’m hanging upside down, and it makes it difficult to be scared of him. Especially when he introduced me in a way.
“Well fuck me six ways to Sunday,” another player breathes.
“No thank you,” I reply, making Miles laugh out loud.
“Get some sleep,” he says, walking toward the elevators.
I can’t see Levon and Santo, which means they must have gone to their room already.
“Is it really going to bug you that much to sleep in my bed?” he asks, walking inside the elevator car and hitting the fourth floor button.
“Ah, I’ve never slept in anyone’s bed but my own,” I say. “I can walk, Miles.”
“I’m good,” he says. “If you run, I’ll chase you, and I’d prefer you to be snarky instead of scared of me.”
It’s a very honest statement and I blink as I struggle to figure out how I feel about that. My jeans are ripped at the thigh near his face and he rubs his cheek against it before he groans.
“You’re way too damn tempting, Caelia. You smell like a ripe treat, but I am a grown fucking man who can control myself,” he says, as if he needs to hear that.
“That’s good to hear…”
Blowing out a breath, he stalks out of the elevator as soon as the door opens.
“What are you wearing under these jeans? Shit, that sounded worse than it did in my head. What I meant was, I—” Miles may need to be rebooted.
“They’re tights but skin color with fleece on the inside,” I explain quickly before he can bury himself any deeper. “I’ve been really cold recently, and this is how I get around it.”
“Cold how?” he asks.
“I spend so much time at the rink, it seems to take forever for me to get warm after,” I say, happy to move the conversation away from my legs.
“You’re not producing enough heat,” Miles says. “Maybe you need a coat that heats from the inside. I have one, but it’ll swallow you up.”
He places me on my feet, and the blood rush is enough to make me grab a hold of his shirt as I sway. His corded arm wraps around my waist as he unlocks the door, lifting me again as he walks. It’s like my boots are barely skimming the ground.
For the moment, I don’t mind it because the world is spinning.
Miles gently pushes me down to sit on the edge of the bed, and I wince as my body finally acclimates to no longer being hung upside down.
“Okay, I need to get you something to sleep in,” he says, talking to himself as he turns away to dig into his suitcase.
“I was going to sleep in my clothes,” I say, though it’s a lie. I can’t go with my preferred choice if he’s here.
“That’s a lie,” he replies. “Your scent changes when you’re not telling the truth. I may not be around you very much, but I study you like I’m about to take the most important test of my life.”
Turning, he holds out two different articles of clothing: a long sleeved shirt and a sweatshirt. Tugging on the sweatshirt, I hug it against my body.
“There’s a couch here that I’ll sleep on. You can have the bed,” he continues, yawning. “The bathroom is just there.”
It’s a fairly standard hotel room, though on the smaller side. Standing, I leave him to change. We had a really good date, I relived some trauma, and now here we are. What the fuck is my life?
My back sags against the bathroom door as I bring his sweatshirt up to my nose and breathe in deeply.
I’ll skip the self heating coat and take this instead.
Sighing, I set it aside on the counter and pull off my clothes.
His sweatshirt hits my thighs with our height and weight difference, and I wince at how uncomfortable my panties are against me. They’re wet with slick.
Hesitating for less than a second, I pull them off and hide them in my clothing.
Looking through the bottles on the counter, I find face wash which surprises me, and lather up my skin to wash away all the makeup.
While I did use a lighter hand, I like dark colored eye shadow and liner.
Add to that the fact that I cried earlier, and I’m grateful to have clean skin.
Patting my face dry, I squeeze out some toothpaste onto my finger and quickly brush my teeth the best I can. Lastly, I use the toilet, wash and dry my hands, and say goodbye to my bubble of escape.
“All good?” Miles asks, wearing a pair of sleep shorts. This alpha has muscles for days, and I almost swallow my tongue as my eyes move over his body. “Caelia?”
His shoulders tremble with repressed laughter as I force my eyes back to his face.
“Yes?” I ask, blinking hard. “Don’t laugh, Miles. Have you seen yourself?”
“Clearly not through your eyes,” he admits. “I’m really enjoying how much you’re appreciating my body.”
Ugh, this alpha. Moving over to the bed, I find my bag and shoot my dad a message that I’m safe before putting my phone on silent.
“I have a couple of chargers on that side of the bed if you want one,” Miles says before he goes into the bathroom.
Finding one that’ll work for my phone since I left my charger in the car, I climb into the bed.
I feel tiny inside of it and bite my lip as I move into the middle of it as if that’ll help.
Dropping back on the soft pillows, I stare at the couch that’s more like a chaise, unable to figure out how Miles is supposed to sleep on that thing.
He catches me scowling as he comes back out of the bathroom.
“You can’t sleep on the couch,” I announce.
“Yes, I can,” he says, ignoring me.
“It’s going to wreck your back.” I add.
“I already did that when I injured myself playing hockey,” he shrugs.
“Miles.” I watch as he attempts to get comfortable on this tiny excuse for a couch and growl.
“What are you getting all upset about?” he asks, his lips twitching.
“You know what. Get in the fucking bed!”
“Are you going to be in it with me?” Miles asks.
“Yes,” I groan. “You can’t sleep on that fucking thing.”
“Such a dirty mouth,” he teases, getting up and walking over. He plugs his phone in, turns out the light, and I feel more than see as he gets into the bed.
His body depresses the mattress, and I attempt to scoot more to give him room.
“Caelia,” he murmurs, as if in admonishment, making me freeze.
“What?” I ask.
Miles presses his body against my back, and I feel as the tension he seems to carry seems to bleed away.
“If I’m sleeping with you, I want to hold you,” he says. “Can we do that?”
His arm slides under my pillow and his other hand settles on my stomach. I feel like the little spoon in this cuddle session.
“Um, I think we can,” I murmur, hoping he’ll fall asleep first because I don’t think I’ll be able to with him plastered against me. I am toasty and warm though.
I wait silently, listening to his breathing, before he snorts in amusement.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, pushing his leg between mine. “You’re stiff as a board.”
“I don’t know how to do this,” I confess. I’m achy, I have slick sliding down my leg, and I’m ridiculously turned on. Sleep isn’t going to happen.
I voice none of these things, because I simply don’t know how I’d even begin to be able to.
“Hmm,” he growls, the scruff on his face tickling me as he rubs against my throat. “You’re in my sweatshirt, in my bed, baby. I can smell your slick. I hope you leave some on my sheets so I can lick it up when you’re gone.”
“Holy shit,” I whine, my toes curling as I force myself not to writhe.
His hand moves to squeeze my thigh, slowly gliding over my bare skin.
“Miles,” I gasp.
“Yes?” he asks, kissing my throat as I drop my head back.
“I’m…not wearing underwear.”
His fingers still and he makes a deep sound in his chest as his dick begins to harden against my ass.
“I was doing so fucking well until you said that, Baby Girl,” he whispers in prayer. “Dammit, now all I want to do is sink my fingers in your warm cunt so you can milk them until you come.”
Whimpering, my fingers clench on the sheets as I writhe.
“I wonder,” he says. “Can you come just from the sound of my voice?”
“I’m,” I gasp. “…pretty damn close.”
“Want to know what I’ve noticed?” Miles asks, his fingers moving over my skin again, but at an agonizingly slow pace.
“What?” I pant.
“You’re so responsive,” he purrs. “I can feel the goosebumps rising along your skin.”
“I like…your touch,” I say brokenly. “I think I like you more than I thought I would.”
“Well that’s a relief,” Miles snarks, his fingers pushing the sweatshirt I’m wearing up. “Do you like this?”
“Yes,” I murmur, eyelashes fluttering.
“Good,” he murmurs, squeezing a handful of my ass. “Your skin is so soft. Ugh, I shouldn’t want to go further than this.”
“No?” I ask.
“No,” he rumbles. “I just want one kiss, and then we have to go to bed. Turn around for me, Caelia.”
I really want him to kiss me. Wiggling until I’m able to move, I turn to face him.
“Now you listen,” he says, hooking my thigh over his hip and pulling me close. I can feel his hard length against my arousal and stiffen. “Sorry, fuck. Let me move back.”
“I just…wasn’t expecting your cock against me like that,” I say. “You feel really big.”
“Goddamit, you can’t say things like that to me,” he mutters, moving his hips so he’s not pressed against me. He brushes his nose against mine sweetly, and I lift my lips toward him.