Page 83 of Fragile

I sink into him, letting all the sensations rush through my body. Not a care in the world that someone, anyone, could walk past because I’m wrapped up in him, losing every single ounce of restraint for this boy.

Then I feel his hand snake between my legs, pressing against my clit again, working me up higher and higher. “Miles, I can’t—” I moan, unsure if I can get there again. This is new to me, all of this pleasure so intensely woven together, and I’m overwhelmed.

“You can, baby,” he growls behind me, grounding me with one hand between my legs, and one hand firmly kneading my ass. He thrusts over and over, his fingers working in time, and the flutter begins low in my belly. “That’s it, give me another one. Squeeze this pussy around me. Let me feel it.”

“I-I…” I whimper, unable to cope with everything. The feel of him inside me, our skin slapping in the empty room, his scent all over me. It’s too much, and I fall over the edge once again, crying out my release. “Oh my god…” He loosens his grip on my ass, smoothing the skin rhythmically now.

“Still trust me, Queenie?” he pants, his voice hoarse.

“Always,” I whisper.

I feel his hips stutter behind me as my body tries to clench around him. Then, in an instant, he pulls out. I hear the snap of rubber and the bristle of his hand against skin, pumping just before he groans, guttural and deep as a warmth explodes onto my back, marking me with his release.

I shift slightly, trying to get a better glimpse of him. His chest heaves as he focuses on my back, eyes glinting with a wild expression that makes me silently whimper.

“Fuck, you look pretty like this, ass up and covered in me.” He makes a noise so deep and masculine, I think I melt a little. “I need this image as my screensaver.”

“Miles!” I chastise weakly, still reeling.

“I’m joking.” He chuckles. “There’s no way I’d let anyone else see you like this. This is all for me.”

All for me.The words are stuck on a loop in my head. Does that make me his? He’s told me he’s mine twice now. Is this his way of showing me too? The thought feels like a branding burn on my heart.

As I feel the liquid starting to shift, my back arches slightly. “Don’t move, I’ve got you.” He places a hand on my hip, grounding me.

I feel him wipe my back with a soft cotton material, and it’s not until I look over my shoulder that I see he’s used his underwear to clean me. “I promise we can shower when we get back to my dorm,” he whispers into my ear as he pulls me back against his body.

His breath on my neck and the softness of his touch makes me hope like all heck he's claiming me as his own, just as I've claimed him.

Chapter thirty-eight

Miles

I don’t make ita habit to drive my truck much when we’re in school. It’s mainly used for trips that need to be fast when we can’t walk, burger runs when we’re all starving after practice or, lately, when me and Quinn go to one of our various activities that are making a rainbow of my phone calendar.

Hence why, this morning, I’m outside her dorm, engine idling, waiting for my girl.

Miles

I’m here ox

Quinn

Two seconds xo

An email comes through as I’m swiping off her message, and my body immediately tenses, the buzz from the notification making my bones rattle more than I’d like.

From: Mark Cooper

Subject: Call me.

Call me. Two words I plan on ignoring for as long as possible. You know what, Dad? Since our last phone call went so swimmingly, I think I’ll pass. I don’t even have to open it to know what’s inside because I already know. Like muscle memory, my body remembers the effect he has on me, my knuckles turn white from the grip around my phone. The panic attack I had last week still so fresh and raw in my mind.

The door to my truck creaks open, breaking the silence that had settled over me like a heavy blanket. I turn, and there she is—the one person who pulled me out of that darkness when I thought there was no escape, who helps me without question or hesitation. Her red hair is pulled back with a white bow, revealing her face free of makeup, allowing every freckle to stand out in perfect clarity. The sight of her makes my heart flip-flop, a jolt that shakes loose the fear and anxiety trying to grip me. As she looks directly into my eyes, all the panic I felt moments ago melts away, replaced by the steady, calming presence she always brings.

“Hey, Queenie.”

“Hey, Miles.”

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