Page 174 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“Love you,” says Miles as he pulls me away from Brody to brush his lips over mine. “Now we can eat.”

Epilogue

3 Weeks Later

Miles stretches next to me with a groan.

“Good morning.” I’ve been awake for an hour. Sophie’s movements woke me while she muttered something about needing to make a last-minute post.

“Happy Friendsgiving,” Miles replies with a lazy smile. His eyes are still half-closed and he takes a deep breath before blowing it out slowly. “What time is it?”

“Just after nine.”

“Sophie already freaking out?” The corner of Miles’ mouth tugs upward into a crooked grin.

“Not yet, but there’s still time.” I reach out and run a hand through Miles’ dark curls before leaning close to his face. “Brush your teeth,” I laugh when he closes his eyes in anticipation.

“Wow, ok. Aren’t we supposed to be showing each other how thankful we are?” he asks when I sit back up but he still stands and shuffles to the en suite bathroom.

“I’m thankful fortoothpaste.”

The scent of coffee wafts through the open door, indicating Sophie has finished whatever she wanted to post. Miles emerges from the bathroom, inhaling deeply through his nose. He pauses, shooting me a look.

“What?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Well, I’m debating what’s more important. Coffee or sex.”

“Coffee can wait. Get your ass over here.”

Like an excited puppy, Miles practically jumps onto the bed before crawling forward and pressing his lips to mine. I slide my fingers into his hair while he straddles me. His fingers trail down my throat, over my chest, and find the hem of my shirt, helping me to pull it off quickly. I do the same with his before reaching into his sweats and grasping his erection. Miles groans a curse into my mouth before breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against mine. I stroke, lazily because of the fabric in the way, chuckling when he grunts in frustration.

“Get these off,now,” I order.

Miles is quick to comply, scrambling off of me and stripping away the last article of clothing while I slowly do the same with my boxers. He tries to resume his place on my lap, but I shake my head, pushing him onto his back, into the mattress.

“Brody,” he chokes softly.

“You said we should be showing our thanks,” I murmur, crawling up his body to kiss him quickly. “So let me show you just howthankfulI am.”

“Fucking Christ.”

“Christmas is next month,” I chuckle. “I have something special planned for that.”

I smile against his skin as I kiss and lick and nibble my way down his inked torso. His hips roll as my lips trail over his navel and I lick a long line back up to his sternum. Miles’ throat works while he swallows and his eyes are closed.

“Eyes on me, pretty boy.”

“We really need to talk about that nickname,” he mutters when his brown eyes snap open to find mine.

“I like it,” I shoot back with a grin, moving back down. My face is so close to my goal that the tip of his cock drags up my throat. When it’s in front of me, I smirk. “It's very fitting.”

I maintain eye contact and open my mouth, lowering my face and letting him slide between my lips.

“Oh, fuck.” Miles’ hips buck, his tip hitting the roof of my mouth, but his eyes remain focused on my face.

His fingers find my hair, gently tangling into the longer strands on top. I pull my mouth off, having just barely teased him. He groans in frustration and I resume my task. Holding the base of his shaft with one hand, I start to move, taking more of him into my mouth. I told him I want to show him how thankful I am for him, for his presence in my life, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.

I let my hand fall to his balls, gently rolling and massaging them. Miles can’t keep his eyes open and his head falls back in pleasure while I work. I relax my jaw as much as possible, taking him further and further down my throat with each bob of my head. My eyes water every time I gag, my tongue toying with the underside of his cock. It's taken time for use to get here, for me to feel comfortable with every aspect of our heightened relationship. But in the weeks since we moved in with Sophie, I've come to love even more about him—including the way he tastes.

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