Page 131 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

Miles is here, though, wrapping his arms around me once more, making me feel as if nothing can touch me. Not even Caleb. That’s not true, of course. Brody can’t keep mesafe either. Even when I tell him everything, the extent of Caleb’s violence, he’ll still be powerless to stop him.

Am I going to have to run again?

33

Sophie

The light from the space in the curtains is blinding and I blink as my eyes adjust. Miles must have opened them a little when he got up. The spot beside me is cold and I check the clock to see how late it is. It’s not. It’s just a few minutes after seven, but I hear the water running in the bathroom.

Sliding out from beneath the sheets, I stand and stretch with a yawn that turns into a satisfied groan. The carpet beneath my feet is anything but soft as I take the necessary steps to reach the bathroom. I open the door a crack but stop when I see that Miles isn’t in the shower. He’s in the tub, filling it up and leaning back in the hot water as steam rises. His eyes are closed while his head rests on a rolled up towel. His far knee is bent, sticking out of the water, the other leg straight out in front of him. The position gives me the perfect view as he absently strokes his cock. He must’ve just begun because it’s still soft, but he’s lazy with his movements. His breathing is even and I hate to interrupt him.

When I start to back out and close the door, he speaks up.

“You could stay.” He smirks and I pause. “Enjoy the show.”

“Enjoy your bath.” I try again to leave, but my feet won’t move.

“I’d enjoy it more if you came and joined me.” Before I can protest, he adds, “The first panel isn’t until ten.”

“Even after last night, you want me to join you?” I open the door wider and lean against the frame.

Miles opens his eyes and turns his head slightly to look at me.

“Especiallyafter last night.” He hasn’t stopped stroking himself and I notice he’s gotten harder. “I want to show you how,” Miles bites his lip as his eyes roam my body, “supportiveI can be.”

I hum deep in my throat and take a step forward. The cold tile sends a shiver up my leg. With the second footstep, the chill works higher up my body, even affecting my nipples, hardening them. I keep walking until I can bend over and lean one hand on the side of the tub. The other reaches out to shut off the water which is now two-thirds of the way up his torso.

“You want to show me your support?” My voice is velvety soft and low and I reach out to run my fingers through his hair. Miles leans into it, his lips parting. His brown eyes are full of the same need I can already feel growing in my lower belly. I drop my hand to grip his chin–not hard, but enough to get his attention. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” His voice is hoarse and my smile grows. “Please, let me show you.” His eyelids droop when my fingers twitch on his jaw. I lean down further until my breath hits his ear.

“Is that what you want?”

“Fuck, Sophie, get in this damn bath,” he growls.

I giggle when he grabs me and squeal when he pulls me down into the water.

“Miles! My clothes-”

He shuts me up with his mouth on mine. The cold edge of the tub presses against my calves while he holds my upper body to keep me from sliding down into the water. His tongue plunders my mouth, taking control, but I’m determined to take it right back.

I simultaneously try to keep my lips on his while pulling my legs into the water. Miles does his best to help, but our mouths eventually part and I giggle, trying to dislodge myself. I straddle him, still wearing my shorts and t-shirt. Both are soaked and I know my hardened nipples are pulling focus in spite of the hot water surrounding me. Miles doesn’t seem to be able to see anything else until I rock gently, rubbing my covered pussy over his erection.

“Eyes up here, pretty boy.”

“Pretty boy?” Miles raises an eyebrow and he’s so devastatingly beautiful, I have to look away, instead following the tattoos on his skin with my eyes.

“Still ready to show your support?”

Miles smirks and hums a confirmation.

I stand, slowly so as not to splash too much. Water cascades down my body, the weight pulling on my shorts and making my shirt hug every curve. I take a step back to give Miles the space to see what comes next.

Taking the bottom hem of my shirt in my hands, I lift it as slowly as possible, inching up my stomach. He can’t keep his eyes on me as the undersides of my breasts are exposed.

“I’m going to need you to speed up.” His voice is low and husky and I feel the corner of my mouth pulling upward into a knowing smile.

“Who said you’re calling the shots?”

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