37. Veronica
37
Veronica
W alking into the crisp spring air, I take a minute to fill my lungs and take in a much-needed breath to steady my racing heart.
“You sure you’re okay?” Miles asks as the large metal door slams behind us, giving us the privacy I crave. Normally, I’m all for the extra attention my usual antics bring on, but right now, I need to be away from prying eyes as I pull myself together.
“I think so. Who knows, maybe this was all for the best. Running into Pete was going to happen at some point, so why not have it happen in front of the entire town?” I cringe, pushing my bottom lip out into a pout.
“I know the timing wasn’t ideal, but at least now everyone has seen past the act he’s been putting on. The mask finally slipped, and the truth came out for everyone to see.”
“I hope you’re right.” I sigh, letting my back fall against the red-brick wall. “He was pretty good at hiding his true colors, though, wasn’t he?” I muse, mostly to myself. Not only had I fallen for all of it, but I also let our relationship get way more serious than it ever should’ve. The fact that I let us even reach the point of a wedding day is beyond embarrassing. How could I have been so naive?
“Normally, I’d take the time to brag and say that I always knew that guy was a piece of shit, even all the way back in high school, but I’m sure that’s the last thing we need to talk about,” he says, sliding in next to me and leaning one foot against the wall as he crosses his arms.
“No, not exactly,” I agree, my head tilting to rest on his shoulder.
“You aren’t mad at me, are you?” he asks as I glance up at him.
“Why would I be mad at you? You had my back in there. That was huge and meant everything to me.”
He shrugs his opposite shoulder as he looks down at the ground. “Well, I did just out our marriage to the entire town. Pretty sure that within the next hour, everyone in Evergreen is going to know about us.”
I let out a soft, breathy chuckle. “Honestly, that’s the least of my worries right now. Plus, maybe it should be out there. I’m horrible at keeping secrets, and it’s not like this is something that will probably shock a lot of people. I’m kind of known for my crazy antics.”
“That may be true, but the fact that you ended up with me, of all people, is likely pretty shocking. Even I don’t fully understand it.”
“That makes two of us, but I have no regrets. There are worse people I could be married to,” I casually add, tilting my chin on his shoulder to gaze up at him, knowing this little fact all too well.
“Yeah?” he asks, a pleased grin slowly finding its way onto his face.
“Yeah,” I whisper, turning my body so I can stand directly in front of him. Not wanting to waste any more time, I lean up and press my grateful lips to his.
His hands snake around my middle as he kisses me back. “Well, that makes two of us,” he whispers against my lips before spreading them open with his tongue.
I let myself go completely and melt into him and our kiss as my hands, which had landed on his chest, move upward. One hand cups his cheek, and the other slides up the back of his neck and into his hair.
Instead of deepening the kiss, his lips leave mine and make an exploratory trail down my collarbone until he’s kissing my shoulder. “You are so damn sexy, Veronica Prescott,” he mumbles into my skin as I tilt my body towards his lips, craving more.
“The feeling is mutual, Bennett,” I assure him, letting my head dip backward to give him better access as his lips continue exploring. Maybe being in the back of some alley where anyone could walk out for a smoke break isn’t the ideal place to be having this sort of moment, but that doesn’t stop us, especially as his lips sink lower, until his mouth reaches the swell of my breasts.
He seems to be feeling the same way I do, nowhere near ready to stop as one of his hands slides down under my dress until he’s caressing the back of my thigh until he lifts my leg up, as I hook it around his body. He pulls me in tighter, his hardness pressing into me as I let out a soft, contented moan.
“You are a god damn fucking queen, and that man never deserved you,” he mumbles against my flesh, leaving a trail of nips and kisses in his wake as his lips once again travel upward. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on than when you put him in his place.”
I let out a soft hum as his lips return to my neck.
“However,” he starts again, his grip loosening as he lets me fall softly to the ground, my feet gently hitting the pavement. “I don’t want to talk about him anymore. I’m going to make you forget all about that pathetic asshole. And then,” he continues as he lowers his body toward the ground, his hands leaving a trail down my ribs, stomach, and thighs before he ends up on one knee. “When I’m finished with you, I can promise you, I’ll be the only man you think about ever again.”
“I don’t know, that sounds like a pretty high bar to set,” I tease, looking down at him as I place a hand on his shoulder, the other swiping at one of the stray strands of hair that’s fallen in front of his gorgeous baby blues.
“I’m not worried about it.” He confidently reaches for my leg and sets it on his thigh, his hand slowly trailing up the bare skin as it slides up the back of my thigh.
Neither am I, but I don’t plan on telling him that. I’m already addicted, and I’m sure anything he does to me tonight will only add to that addiction. While I should be worried, it’s the opposite. I want to experience this with him. Hell, I’ll take anything he’s willing to offer.
His hands don’t stop as they move up the skirt of my dress, circling around to the front. Unlike my ex, it’s clear this man has worked hard, as I feel the roughness of his calloused hands moving across the skin of my stomach before going higher, until he takes my bra-covered breast in his hand.
A soft sigh leaves my lips as I let my head fall back against the wall once more, closing my eyes.
“Eyes on me,” Miles demands, and while I’d love to tease him, I instead give him my full attention as I glance down. “I want you to see how a real man takes care of his wife.”
My body shivers at the use of the word ‘ wife .’ It no longer matters that I know our marriage is temporary. In so many ways it’s not even the use of the word ‘wife’ that does it for me. It’s the use of the words ‘his’ and ‘my.’ I love knowing that I’m his, and most importantly, that for now, he’s mine, too.
Following directions, I watch as his hands reach for my panties and pull them down my legs, lifting each one to make it easier for him. Instead of tossing them aside, he tucks them into his pocket with a playful wink.
I would laugh, but I’m too caught up in everything else as his hands start at my ankles and trail back up my legs at a tantalizingly slow pace. He takes his sweet time as his rough palms and fingers move across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake sending a delicious tingle throughout my entire body.
His hands don’t stop at my thighs; instead, they continue their slow and seductive ascent as his hands slide up my now bare ass, lifting the skirt of my dress. He looks up, our eyes meeting briefly, but he soon averts his gaze as he leans forward, kissing the smooth skin of my left thigh before giving the same attention to the other.
Needing to hold on to something, my hand finds support as my fingers tangle in his hair. This only seems to fuel his hunger as his mouth finally goes to where I need it, his tongue sliding along my slit. “Fuck, Vee. Your tight little cunt is dripping wet.” He sighs against my warm center, his hot breath against my aching core only intensifying my need.
“Please, Miles,” I beg, pleading for him to continue, as my fingers tighten around his hair.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” he replies before wrapping his lips around my throbbing clit, a loud gasp escaping me in response.
Thankfully, he does exactly what I need him to do as he sucks, licks, and nips all the right places, and I buck myself toward his ready mouth.
“So needy,” he chuckles, but it in no way dissuades him as his mouth moves lower. He once again runs his tongue along my slit, gathering as much of me as he can before he starts to fuck me with his tongue, while one of his hands slides up and around to squeeze my breast.
I’m a mess for him, and the sounds coming out of me are completely indecent. My panting and moans grow louder as I try to hush them, biting down hard on my bottom lip.
“Don’t you dare. I want to hear you,” he tells me as he pulls his lips away, but thankfully only enough to place a soft kiss on my thigh before he latches back onto my clit, working the magic that I’ve only ever been able to experience with him.
“But...” I pant, trying to share my thoughts but struggle, as another loud moan leaves my lips as I buck my hips into his talented mouth. “What if...” I trail off once more.
“Fuck everyone else. The only ones that matter here are me and you,” he tells me as he drops the hand that had been palming my breast, bringing it down and immediately inserting a finger inside of me.
“Miles,” I cry, feeling myself getting so close to reaching that pinnacle high. “I’m almost there.”
“Just let go, baby. Be a good wife and come for me, Mrs. Bennett,” he commands before inserting another finger inside of me, curving it just right toward my belly as his teeth lightly latch down onto my sensitive, throbbing nub.
I cry out as my body experiences the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, my head falling back against the wall. He doesn’t stop, though, as he continues to coax out every last drop of passion, fucking me both with his fingers and tongue.
I come down from my high as he continues to lick, taking in everything I’ve just given.
Once finished, he carefully removes my foot from his leg, smoothing down my skirt in the process and even taking a moment to fix my top before wrapping his arms around my middle.
I should be more than satisfied, and I am, but I still can’t help myself as I hungrily claim his lips once more, another new sound leaving my lips, especially as his teeth latch onto my bottom lip.
“You taste how fucking sweet you are?” he asks, my gaze meeting his as he finally pulls away enough for me to look at him.
“I did, but it’s you I want to taste now,” I proudly admit, a dangerous smirk pulling at his features.
“And you will, but first I’m taking you back home. As much as I want everyone to know that you’re mine, it’s probably best nobody sees the indecent things I have planned for you, because I’m not looking to get interrupted.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, intrigued, rubbing my thighs together as I can already feel a new ache burning for him.
“Yep, now let’s get out of here,” he tells me, pressing his lips to mine once more as his hand falls into mine.
The polite thing to do would be to go back inside and tell Ford and Blair that we’re leaving, but I imagine they’d understand. Then again, they’d probably assume I needed to leave because of my run-in with Pete, though they couldn’t be more wrong.
In fact, Pete is the past and already forgotten. The only man on my mind right now is Miles. While that should worry me, as long as I get to keep experiencing this with him, that’s all that matters.