Chapter 3
MAEVE
“Here you go, love,” he says and slides a plate to me.
“Thanks,” I reply with a smile.
To say I’ve had a crush on Myles for most of my life would be an understatement.
It seems more accurate to say my “uncle” Myles has been the star of every filthy though I’ve ever had while I masturbated.
Everything I know about getting myself off I’ve learned while fantasizing about him.
Which is why seeing him so unexpectedly yesterday had me feeling so off kilter.
I honestly didn’t think I’d see him anywhere but, in my fantasies, again.
And before I even knew what I was doing, when I crawled into bed last night, I found my hand between my legs, whispering his name as I strummed my clit.
And when that wasn’t enough, I found myself grinding myself on my body pillow, biting the side of my hand to keep from crying out.
I mean, he’s in the room next to mine so the last thing I wanted was for him to hear me.
I honestly never thought he’d see me as anything but the little tomboy I used to be.
But seeing him staring at me through the window when I climbed out of the pool has me thinking otherwise.
The way he watched me made me feel like a mouse being watched by a hawk.
His gaze had been so intense as he drank me in.
He was looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Like I’m a living work of art.
Honestly, I’ve never had a man look at me the way Myles did and if I’m being honest, I’m still soaking wet. We eat in silence for a moment, the air between us thick, awkward, and charged with a feeling like electricity. It feels like the air right before a lightning strike.
“So,” he says. “How’s school going?”
I nod. “It’s good. I’m enjoying myself.”
“Aye. I bet you are, lass,” he says suggestively.
I laugh. “Not like that,” I tell him. “I don’t have time for boys.”
“No? No boyfriends? Friends with benefits?”
“No. Not at all. I’m busy with school.”
“That’s too bad,” he says.
I might be wrong, but he looks pleased by the fact that I have a non-existent love life.
He smiles, flashing me those dimples that I think are so sexy on him and I have to squeeze my thighs together to keep from gushing all over the stool.
It feels like he’s working really hard to keep from staring at me, which makes my heart flutter. So, I decide to try some things.
Pretending to be fully involved with my sandwich, I let my robe slide open, giving him a nice view of my full cleavage.
His eyes dart to my breasts but he quickly turns away and clears his throat as he turns and grabs a couple of bottles of water out of the refrigerator.
I smile to myself and feel the heat between my legs rising.
The insides of my thighs are slick, and I want nothing more than to walk around the island, push him up against it and have my way with him.
But I’ve never been a forward kind of girl.
“So, what are you doing in town?” I ask.
“Oh, you know, just doing a little traveling,” he says. “And where else but California can I enjoy sunshine and warmth, even in November?”
“The Caribbean?”
He laughs. “Bored with it, to be honest,” he says. “Plus, it’s been a while since I’ve spent time with your da. I wanted to see him. But if you’d like me to go—”
“No,” I say quickly—too quickly. “It’s nice to see you. And I know my dad’s been missing you. You just don’t come around enough.”
“I’m enjoying life, little one. Seeing and experiencing the world around me,” he says. “It’s something I’ve been trying to convince your dad to do. He deserves it.”
“He does. But ever since mom…”
My voice trails away but I don’t need to finish my statement. Myles knows as well as I do what my dad’s been like since my mom died.
“Yeah,” he says. “I know. I’m hoping to change that though.”
“I’d love it if you did. I can’t stand seeing my dad so lonely,” I tell him. “He says he’s happy enough, but I think deep down, he’s lonely.”
Myles nods. “Aye. I think so too.”
“So, what can we do about that?”
“I don’t know,” he replies. “I’ve been trying for a while now, but he’s just lost himself in his work. It keeps him from thinking about Gwenny—”
“But by trying to avoid thinking about her, he’s doing nothing but thinking about her.”
“I agree.”
His eyes slide to my chest again, lingering on the view of my breasts I’m giving him, and I feel my entire body flush. It’s hard to keep the smile off my face. He finally manages to wrench his gaze away and takes another bite of his sandwich. That electricity in the air though, lingers.
“So, how long are you going to be in town?” I ask.
“I haven’t decided yet,” he replies. “I actually don’t have a plan. I was restless back home and wanted to go. Plus, it was getting cold there and I craved a little warmth and sunshine. But right now, I’m just kind of… wandering.”
“Well, I’m glad your wandering brought you here.”
“Are you?”
“I am,” I reply. “It’s good for my dad to see you. And I haven’t seen you in a long time either, so it’s nice to catch up.”
“Aye. It is,” he says. “And I can’t believe how much you’ve… grown up.”
“Happens to us all.”
His laughter is like a deep roll of thunder I feel coursing throughout my entire body.
It’s a delicious sensation and sends wave after wave of inappropriate thoughts washing through my mind.
I take the last bite of my sandwich then wipe my hands on a napkin as a devious thought floats through my mind.
Letting my robe slip off my shoulders, it falls to the floor as I pick up my plate.
Walking around the island, I slide in beside him and open the dishwasher to put my plate inside.
As I do, I can feel his eyes on me. They slide up and down my body as I take my time.
He clears his throat and takes a step away, turning slightly, but not before I catch sight of the massive erection in his pants.
My body quivers and I feel myself grow impossibly wet.
“Well, I should probably go take a shower,” I say.
“Yeah, I’m just going to finish up my sandwich.”
I give him a smile I know is flirtatious as hell and keep myself from laughing when his face colors.
Walking around the island, I bend down and pick up my robe, making sure he gets a long look at my body then turn and head for the stairs, putting a little extra sway in my hips.
As I walk out of the kitchen, I hear him let out a long breath.
“Bloody hell,” he mutters.
I smile to myself as I climb the stairs, heading for the shower when I plan on getting myself off thinking about him and that giant cock in his pants. At least once.
Maybe twice.
Maybe more.