Page 72 of Falling

“Yes.”

“Tell me how good,” he demands, his voice a rough caress against my skin. “I want to hear you. I want to hear who’s making you feel good.”

His fingers move faster as if he’s trying to make a point, and my heartbeat accelerates. My entire body narrows to a pinpoint of sensation as he continues the merciless thrusts of his fingers and I squeeze around him.

“It’s really fucking good, Miles,” I say, panting.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, rewarding me with a drugging kiss to my lips. He pulls apart, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Are you going to come for me, my sweet girl?”

I don’t know what it is about the nickname that tears me up inside, but I’m struggling to tell if it’s turning me on or pissing me off. “I don’t know, will I? I don’t think I’ve decided yet,” I tease, and my eyes lock with his. His grin turns evil as he thrusts his fingers into me, curling them just right until I cry out. “Are you going tomakeme come, pretty boy?”

“Fuck yes,” he replies, his eyes flashing at the nickname.

He picks up his pace, using my wetness to massage my clit, and Ican feel myself getting closer to the edge. I don’t want this to end yet. I want to make this last as long as I can, but if he keeps kissing my neck and whispering into my skin, I might combust.

“Miles,” I pant, “go slower, baby.”

He listens, adjusting his pace. “Like this?” I sigh, melting into his bed as I nod. “You’re doing so good. See how good it can be when you lose control for once?”

“You’re driving me crazy. Stop. Talking,” I bite out, shutting my eyes.

He laughs, but he doesn’t speak. We become a mess of desperate moans, and while my hands grip the sheets, his fingers work their magic over the most sensitive part of me. My entire body trembles when I finally shatter, and we stay there for a few seconds as he massages my clit until I stop shivering. He pulls his fingers out of me, sliding down my body and he surprises me by bringing them to his mouth and tasting me.

“So fucking good,” he mutters as he kisses the inside of both of my thighs. “You’re perfect, Wren.”

I’m still catching my breath when he pulls my leggings and panties back on. “You need to stop saying that.”

He drops onto his back beside me, pulling me on top of him like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and I’m way too tired to fight it.

He presses a kiss to my forehead, and I swear I almost die. “I’m not going to stop saying it until you believe it,” he whispers.

I let him hold me for a few minutes. I know it’s selfish, and the last thing either of us needs right now is to complicate this, but being with him feels sogood.Everything about him is comforting and safe, and it’s been a while since I’ve felt like that. I’m desperate enough to want to be held by him that I don’t question it and continue snuggling into his embrace.

I clear my throat and push away from him. “Can I borrow something to sleep in?” I ask, and his eyes widen.

“You still want to sleep here?”

“I said I would, didn’t I? An orgasm isn’t going to change that,” I say, shrugging.

He smiles, but it’s a sad one. “There’s some shorts and shirts in my drawer. Take your pick.”

I get out of the bed and pick some clothes out of his drawer, shutting myself in the bathroom until I can regulate my breathing and convince myself that it doesn’t need to be awkward.

This is fine.

Everything is totally and completely fine.

I don’t have to worry or overcomplicate this any more than it is. It was a meaningless hookup that we don’t have to think about again. Sure, the memory will probably be burned behind my eyelids for the foreseeable future, but that’s a bridge I’ll cross when I get to it.

Neither of us says anything when I slide into the bed next to him, turning my back to him so I don’t do anything I regret. I’ve made too many mistakes recently, and if I look at him, I don’t know what I’ll do. I can’t afford to slip up now.

“I’m not a violent person, Wren,” he whispers into the silence.

I don’t hesitate. “I know.”

“One of the guys was saying some really fucked up stuff about you and Carter, and I just lost it. I should have kept my cool. I shouldn’t have freaked out on him, but I did, and I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

My heart sinks through my ribs as I turn over to face him. I know better than to ask what they said about me, so I just blink at him, trying to figure him out.

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