Chapter 31 Chirping Squirrels
Thirty-One
Chirping Squirrels
Nora
A loud beep cuts through the air. Miles releases me just long enough to retrieve the controller and guide the drone back to the ground. He gathers his equipment, shoving the controller in his bag, then meets my gaze with his hand out. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, already threading my fingers through his.
“On an adventure.”
He leads me off the main trail and onto something that barely qualifies as a path—narrow, overgrown, almost secret.
With his bag slung over one shoulder and my hand secure in his, we duck under low branches and push through brush.
The leaves whisper around us as if we’ve crossed some invisible boundary.
We break into a small clearing ringed by trees and thick greenery.
Miles drops his bag and drone onto the grass, then turns back to me, his irises darker now.
He slips an arm around my waist and pulls me in so fast I yelp, the sound dissolving the second his mouth crashes against mine.
His lips are hot and demanding against mine.
Then he’s walking me backward until my shoulders meet the rough bark of a tree.
I pull back just enough to breathe. “Are you sure you want to do this out here? In public?”
His lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. “You like being adventurous, right?”
“Yeah. But you?”
“I want to be adventurous with you.”
Golden flecks spark in his eyes before he closes the distance again. This kiss is deeper, slower. When he pulls back, his mouth traces an unhurried path along my jaw.
My fingers curl into his hair, guiding him down as my head tips back against the tree, breathless. “Mmm, Miles,” I murmur.
Suddenly the heat of him vanishes, and his hair slides through my fingers. I blink my eyes open. He’s crouched a few feet away, digging through his bag.
“What are you doing?” I ask, laughing.
He holds up a small blue container, opening it to reveal thin white sheets. “Soap.” He peels one free, pours a little water into his palm, and starts scrubbing his hands together.
A laugh escapes me. “You brought soap?”
“I’m always prepared.” He smirks.
I arch a brow. “Let me guess. You also have a condom in there?”
“In fact, I do.”
“Then you should probably bring it with you.”
When he’s finished, I grab the front of his shirt and tug him back to me, brushing my lips over his.
My tongue traces the seam of his mouth, and he opens instantly.
His fingers slide over the fabric of my dress, bunching it up until his hand finds my bare thigh.
Goosebumps ripple over my skin as he moves higher and unhurried, until he reaches the edge of my thong.
The pad of his finger moves in slow, deliberate circles over my clit, and my breath stutters.
His mouth brushes mine. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Drenched,” I breathe.
His fingers slip beneath the elastic, teasing, and when he presses closer, I lift my hips without thinking—needing him, all of him. He eases one finger inside, pulls out, and adds a second one.
My gasp snaps into a whimper as I clutch his shirt, dragging his mouth to mine. “Miles—” My hips lift, desperate. “Make me scream.” I breathe—and when he curls his finger inside me, I do, his name tearing out of me, carrying far enough that anyone nearby knows exactly who I belong to.
He fumbles with the button of his khakis as I slide my thong down my legs and step out of it.
The fabric bunches warm in my palm before I tuck it into the front pocket of his khakis.
I take the condom from him and tear it open with my teeth, my eyes never leaving his.
Spinning around, I gather the fabric of my dress at my waist. I bend forward, bracing myself against the tree.
My teeth catch my bottom lip in a silent invitation.
His heated gaze roams over me, then his brows pinch together. “This isn’t going to work.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Hold on.”
My ass is fully on display for every forest creature within a mile, and he wants me to hold on. He doesn’t explain, only scans the ground until he finds a flat rock and nudges it to my feet.
“Stand on this. It’ll help for better leverage.”
I laugh softly as I step up, the height adjustment absurdly sweet and totally on-brand for him. “I did ask for adventure.”
“That you did,” he murmurs, closing the distance.
Once I’m at the right height, his mouth finds the back of my neck.
The world narrows to him—his hands, his warmth, the way he fits behind me like this is exactly where he’s meant to be.
I moan when his hand slides up my front and cups my breast, his fingers tracing the barbell with practiced familiarity.
He pulls back just long enough to roll the condom down his length. From behind, he drags the tip of his cock through my arousal, slow and teasing. I press against him.
“Miles,” I breathe. “Please.”
“I like it when you beg,” he murmurs against my ear. His hand tightens at my waist, and in one decisive movement, he thrusts inside, stretching me.
“Oh, Miles!”
His thumb brushes my nipple as he presses deeper, voice low and reverent. “You’re perfect. Like you were made for me.”
“Only you.”
With one hand still anchoring my waist, he reaches up and tugs gently at the end of my braid, tipping my head back just as his thrusts turn harder, more urgent. A broken moan escapes me. “Tell me how it feels.”
“So good.” His lips brush the shell of my ear. His breath stutters. “You feel so fucking good taking every inch of me,” he whispers, his pace quickening, breath rough against my skin. His grunts mix with my moans. My palm scrapes against the bark with every thrust.
“More. Tell me more.” I push against him.
His warm breath skates across my neck. “I love how your pussy grips me. So tight.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. His dirty talk has massively improved, and it’s so fucking hot. I clench around him as he continues to slide in and out. “Oh. Fuck. Miles. Harder! Harder! Don’t stop!”
His lips press just below my ear. “I promise I’ll give you what you want,” he murmurs. “But you have to be quiet.”
The warning only makes the heat inside me flare brighter. I clench around him and another moan slips out, louder than the last.
“Everyone’s going to hear you.”
He drives into me again, and another moan escapes. “That’s… the point.”
“You’re teasing me now.”
Oh, I absolutely am—and enjoying every second. I peer over my shoulder and sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
“I’d rather be selfish,” he says, low against my ear. “And keep those sounds all to myself.” He releases my hair and slides his hand over my mouth, muffling my sounds.
I don’t know where this Miles came from, but welcome. Stay awhile. Before he can pull his hand away, I catch his wrist and guide his fingers into my mouth, biting down lightly while my tongue drags across his skin.
“Oh. Fuck.” He drives into me once. Twice.
I release my grip on his wrist and brace myself against the tree before he fucks me through it.
His other hand drops between my legs, rubbing my clit with skilled, unrelenting pressure while he continues to thrust. My body gives in—shaking, tightening, every nerve alight as the release hits.
I clench around his cock as he slams into me over and over again, chasing his own orgasm.
His hips jerk, then he stills deep inside me, both of us breathing hard.
He leans close, lips brushing my ear. “You’re so fucking perfect. Beautiful.”
I turn to face him, smoothing my dress down as he pulls his pants up. He retrieves my thong from his pocket and holds it out.
I shake my head and tuck it right back into his pocket.
“They’re yours now. A memento for your first adventure.
” Then I cradle his face, grounding myself in the look in his eyes.
“This is the first time I haven’t been afraid of wanting someone.
And I know I’ll want you tomorrow. Next week. Next month. Next year.”
His mouth curves into the lazy half smile I’m completely obsessed with. “Is that the expiration date? After next year?”
“Not if you keep doing that.” I hike my thumb toward the tree behind me.
“I never thought I’d be used for sex.” His lips press together like he’s trying to look offended. “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“Shut it, Pilot Boy.”
He laughs, dropping his forehead against mine. “We’re taking a lot of firsts together.”
“Yeah,” I murmur, leaning back just enough to meet his gaze. “We really are. And for the record—hand over my mouth? Hot.”
His cheeks flush pink. “It wasn’t too much? I was improvising.”
“It was perfect. Keep that Miles around. Also, I love that you keep your swear words only for me. I caught it the first time in your bed.”
“You tend to make me a little feral,” he admits. “So it seems appropriate.”
A grin up at him. “I’m glad I can do that for you. And for me.” I pull him to me for another kiss. Before things spiral into me asking if he has a second condom, I pull back slightly. “We should—”
“Do this again somewhere more private?”
“Enough adventure for one day?”
“With you? Never.” His smile softens. “But I would like more time to explore your body without the squirrels chirping at us.”
“I thought they were cheering us on.” I steal another quick kiss.
I smooth out the wrinkles in my dress and Miles buttons his pants, he slips the condom into a plastic baggie from his backpack and hands me a damp napkin. I laugh quietly. The man is absurdly prepared.
We wind our way back through the trees, doing our best impression of two people who were definitely just out for a wholesome walk.
He plucks a piece of bark from my hair to hide the evidence.
When we reach the main trail, another couple appears out of nowhere.
Miles’s hand finds mine instantly, and he threads our fingers.
We both school our faces into neutral expressions.
Innocent, even. But if they’d lingered longer than thirty seconds, they’d know.
And judging by Miles’s barely contained grin, he really doesn’t mind.
As the open field comes into view, he slows to a stop. “So… Does this mean we’re together? Like—boyfriend and girlfriend?”
I laugh softly. “Miles, I told you I love you. What do you think?”
He rubs the back of his neck, smiling, a little bashful. “Yeah, but this is new for me. I just… want confirmation.”
I step closer and cup his face, grounding him the way he always grounds me, and meet his gaze. “Miles,” I say, my heart steady for once, “will you be my boyfriend?”
There’s a beat of silence. Then he shakes his head, smiling wider. “No.”
My heart stops—until he adds, “Because I want to be the one to ask. Will you be my girlfriend?”
I laugh, already nodding. “I would absolutely love to be your girlfriend.”
His mouth turns upward, and he presses his lips to mine. It’s the easiest yes I’ve ever given.