Chapter 44
Hayden
Miranda’s body is so soft and willing beneath me; I don’t want this moment to end. I can’t come up with the words to properly explain the depth of my feelings, or the immense relief I felt the moment she showed up here. All I know how to do is show her.
I take a moment to appreciate how beautiful she looks, naked and in my bed.
Her light waves are fanned out on my pillow, and her hazel eyes are on me.
Taking my time won’t be easy when I can’t wait to feel the way her pussy grips me.
Her center is already glistening with her arousal, and I haven’t really touched her yet.
“You’re perfect.” My voice is low as I continue to wrestle with my restraint. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
She lets out a whimper, and I lower myself as I gently spread her thighs. My tongue grazes the back of her knee, and she whimpers again, the sound turning into a moan when I begin kissing my way up the inside of her thighs, alternating between slow licks and gentle nips.
I lick the crease above her thigh and just below her pussy and then stop. The room is silent aside from her harsh panting, and her eyes are closed as she grips the sheets on either side of her.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes snap open, and I hold her gaze as I swipe my tongue from her entrance to her clit. She bucks her hips, and I let out a low chuckle before repeating the motion.
“Please,” she begs. “More.”
As much as I want to take it slow, I do as she asks. I swirl my tongue along her entrance before slipping it inside. When I finally work my way back to her clit, her fingers find my hair and grip hard. The sting only makes me more desperate for her, and I allow her to direct me where she wants me.
My cock is painfully hard, and I barely resist the urge to grind myself against the mattress. I spread her thighs even further and slide two fingers into her wet core as I continue teasing her clit with my tongue. Her grip on my hair tightens, and I know she’s close.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Come for me.”
I find that sensitive spot inside her and press as I draw her clit into my mouth. She comes apart, squeezing my fingers and letting out a string of curses as a rush of wetness coats my tongue and my hand.
“Good girl.”
Carefully sliding my fingers free, I crawl up her still-trembling body. She’s so damn perfect, I’ll never get enough of her. I cover her mouth in a kiss, and she eagerly kisses me back. Our tongues entwine, and I let out a low groan as we both savor her taste.
I line up at her entrance, stopping to study her expression. Her cheeks are flushed, and the trust and vulnerability in her eyes as she stares back at me nearly takes my breath away. She’s mine. No more hiding. No pretending. No fighting this chokehold we have each other in. Just us. This.
“Please,” she whispers. “I need to feel you.”
Slowly, I slide into her slick heat, and she grips me so tight I nearly see stars. “Oh, fuck. You’re so—goddamn, you’re perfect.”
I finally begin to move, setting a steady pace. We reach for each other, her warm hands caressing my back as I stroke every bit of naked flesh that I can. I use my body to express all the words I don’t know how to say, and I can feel her doing the same.
Our bodies, slick with sweat, glide together as we give and take everything we have. It isn’t long before I feel the tingle at my spine, and Miranda’s muscles begin to stiffen. Her pussy somehow grips me even tighter, and I reach the point of no return.
“Miranda—” I grit out. “I’m going to come. Let go with me.”
“Hayden. Oh, my—I’m right there.”
I thrust just a bit harder, even as my movements grow sloppy. She continues to meet my thrusts, and as soon as I feel her begin to pulse around me, I let go, sliding a hand up her arm to grip her hand as I spill into her.
We don’t speak. There are no words to say as I pull her into my arms. I want this every night.
I don’t want to spend a single moment apart.
When I wake up in the mornings to do chores, I want to find her beside me.
The ache in my chest has returned, but this time it’s because I love her more than I ever dreamed possible.
She’s my light. The air I need to breathe. My fucking everything.
“What now?” Her soft voice breaks the silence.
“Hmm?”
“With us… Where do we go from here? I’ve hated every moment I’ve spent away from you. I know we should probably take it slow, but…”
I pull her closer. The warmth of her body is the only thing that seems to dull the now-familiar ache in my chest. I feel exactly the same way, and I want to demand she move in with me.
That we never spend another second apart.
But I need to consider Sierra before I make any decisions of that nature.
The guilt I feel knowing how upset she’s been at the thought of losing Miranda will likely never go away.
“I already know Sierra loves you. She was as torn up over the thought of you leaving as I was. And I should never have put her in that situation—to get close to someone who I wasn’t certain was permanent after what she’s been through. The first thing I should probably do is talk to her.”
I can’t see Miranda’s face, but I’m surprised when she relaxes against me as if Sierra was on her mind as well. “Yeah. About that…”
She turns to look at me, and I’m met with a slightly guilty, yet also amused expression. I quirk a brow and wait patiently for her to say whatever it is that’s on her mind.
“You can’t tell her I told you,” she says in a rush.
“Fine. Spill.”
“I was on my way out the door to come here, and I literally ran into Sierra. She confided some things to me. Told me you specifically told her not to come to me, but yeah. That’s why I was so upset when I got here.
I feel awful. Even though you say I should put myself first, that was selfish of me. ”
Her eyes glisten with fresh tears, and I kiss her lips before they can spill.
“Don’t blame yourself. It’s my fault. I don’t regret us at all, and I never would have pushed you aside, but I shouldn’t have let you two get close, knowing we were sneaking around and not really in a relationship.
I knew we weren’t fooling her. Or anyone, apparently. ”
Miranda lets out a wry laugh, and I suggest a shower before we can continue to sit here and beat ourselves up over a mistake.
Neither of us are parents, all we can do is our best. It should feel strange, already considering Miranda my partner when it comes to Sierra, but it feels natural.
Especially when I consider their immediate connection.
We step into the shower and take our time washing each other.
As usual, I can’t look away. I watch as the soapy water runs over her body as she rinses off.
Her soft moans when I wash her hair do nothing to calm the erection I’ve been trying to tame since we stepped in here.
But I really, really don’t want every second we have alone to be about sex, so I ignore my throbbing dick, even as she takes her turn and washes me.
When we step out, I pass her a bath towel before taking one for myself.
It’s as if we’ve done it a hundred times, not just on the few stolen nights we managed to have.
A certain four-word phrase pops into my head, but I shove it away.
I would be crazy to ask her something like that.
Sure, we’ve known each other for several years, but this is new.
“Where’d you go?” Miranda’s voice brings me back to her and out of my head.
“I’m right here,” I respond with a crooked smile. “I was just thinking.”
“Oh? About what?”
I open my mouth to respond, but the buzzing of my phone as it vibrates on the floor somewhere distracts me. I laugh, realizing I have no idea where it is after we stripped off our clothes on the way to my bedroom.
“I was thinking how good you look in my house.”
Wrapping a towel around myself, I head out of the bedroom to begin picking up our discarded clothes, hoping to find my phone along the way. Miranda’s laughter rings out from behind me as she does the same, and I hear my phone vibrate again.
The back-to-back phone calls cause my blood to run cold.
I don’t get many actual phone calls anyway, and the fact that someone is clearly trying hard to reach me puts me on high alert.
When I pick up my jeans, my phone falls to the floor face-up, and fear turns to dread when I see Melanie’s name lit up across the screen.
“What’s wrong?” I answer, without bothering to greet her.
“We were on an evening trail ride, the horse spooked, and Sierra fell. We’re at the hospital—”