Page 77 of Happy Trails & Honey Pots

The sensation of the roughened pad of his fingertip slipping along my folds sent a burst of bliss exploding in my core.

“You are so wet. I love how wet you get for me,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the rim of my ear.

He continued his intimate massage until my inner walls were pulsating with need, begging for him to be inside of me. When I felt the pressure of his cock at my opening, my fingers laced through his hand that was wrapped around my belly.

He pushed inside of me slowly. So slowly, I could feel the ridge of his dome.

His arm tightened around me as he eased into me until he was embedded completely; then he stilled. I could feel my inner walls contracting around his steel-hard shaft as it throbbed heavily.

“I wish it could always be like this,” I whimpered needily.

His finger began to swirl around my clit as he pulled out of me and pushed in again. Then again. And again. Each time with more force.

“It can,” he rasped against my ear. “It can always be like this.”

A tear fell down my face as he began to flick my clit, and my orgasm rushed through me like the white-water rapids. Tingling bursts of pleasure coursed through me. Fiery sensations flooded my system as Miles surged into me one last time. I could feel his body tense against me as he went up and over the edge.

As I floated back from the heights of release, my heart still beat erratically as the final ripples of release echoed in my body. When they finally subsided, I began to get up so Miles wouldn’t see me cry, but he pulled me to him. “Do you have to go home?”

Say yes, I told myself.You wanted to see Miles. You saw him. Now you should leave.

“No.”

“Stay with me. Tonight.”

This was a bad idea. I had feelings for Miles. Real feelings. And he was leaving to go back to Los Angeles in less than a week.

I nodded, and he pulled me back against his chest, snuggling his face into the crook of my neck. His hand rubbed up and down my leg as he whispered, “I’m really glad you came to see me. I want to be the person you come to. I want to be the person who makes your bad days good. Who makes you smile. I want to beyourperson. If you let me, I’ll always be your person.”

He kissed the top of my head, and I snuggled into him and pretended to fall asleep. For tonight, he was my person. And that had to be enough.

38

MILES

“Areyou sure you don’t want me to wait?” Braxton asked for the fifth time in the last thirty minutes as she slid her laptop into its bag.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

We wrapped principal photography three days ago and had been doing testimonials the past two. The crew flew back last night, and today, Braxton and I finished clearing out the production office. We had a flight leaving from Savannah in three hours.

Zoe and I hadn't seen each other since she showed up at the house after the fight with her mom. She’d been working doubles, and I’d been working the same hours. She’d agreed to meet me here to say goodbye. She was coming straight from work.

What she didn’t know was that I had no plans to say goodbye.

“I can change the flight,” Braxton offered. “If you need more time.”

“Go. I’ll be right behind you.” Or not. I didn’t really know. But either way, I didn’t want Braxton here to witness it.

“Good luck.” Braxton sighed as she lifted her hand in a wave as she headed out the door.

I hadn’t told her why I was hanging back, but I knew she knew.

My phone vibrated before the door shut behind her. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw it was my mom calling. I sent her to voicemail. I’d deal with whatever she wanted after I spoke to Zoe.

I’d played out this conversation in my head a hundred different times. I’d taken what Braxton had said on board. I knew that I needed to tell Zoe how I felt. I couldn’t expect her to know just because I thought it was obvious. I knew there was a very good chance she wouldn’t be ready to hear what I had to say, that she’d have the same answer for me that she had for Elias, but I had to try. I couldn’t leave without telling her how I felt.

I’d just slid my phone back into my pocket when it began to vibrate again. I pulled it out and saw it was my mom calling back. She hadn’t left a voicemail. I knew that she’d just keep calling if I didn’t pick up, and I didn’t want the distraction. This conversation was too important.

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