Page 54 of In the Cover of Darkness

The shower door opens and a rush of cold air fights to take over the small space. Mila's arms wrap around my waist and I can feel her naked breasts pressed against my back as she makes soft kisses across my shoulder blades. I've not wanted to push too much intimacy on her after what happened to Phil, because the last thing anyone wants when they're working through something like that is a pushy partner demanding more than you're able to give. So I've waited for her to come to me, and now, as her hands move from my waist and drag a small path down to my hard cock, it seems she's ready.

Grasping it firmly, she strokes it back and forth and I can't help but put my arm against the wall for support, to take in the way she touches me.

Turning to face her, I lean down, pulling her mouth to mine so I can kiss her, letting her know that I'm not going anywhere. I can feel her smiling as she kisses me back, curiosity getting the better of me and I can't help but ask, “Why are you smiling?”

She lets out a small laugh now, and continues to slowly stroke my cock, “I was thinking, how did you know it was me when I came in? It could have been Ace or a stranger and you're just letting them touch you.”

It takes me a second to process what she's suggesting. Taking my finger I lift her chin so she's looking at me, “Two things. First, I never want you to talk about Ace when you're grabbing my cock like this,” pulling her into another kiss.

“Second, whenever you're around me, my body just knows you're close and it relaxes a little. Call it a sixth sense or whatever you want, I just get a feeling. You were made for me, baby, I'll always know it's you.”

Looking me in the eyes she slowly lowers herself to her knees, maintaining eye contact and never taking her hand off my cock. She leisurely licks the tip, capturing a bead of pre cum, licking her lips as she savours the taste of me. I have to take a second to not come the instant she guides my cock into her mouth, gliding it across her flattened tongue. She goes as far as she can, letting her throat relax before completely swallowing my hard cock, her nose hitting my abs. I can't help but fist her hair as I gently fuck her mouth.

“You take me so good baby. You're fucking beautiful on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”

Her eye contact never breaks mine as she takes me too deep and gags slightly. It never breaks when she takes her otherhand and softly squeezes my balls, as I hiss in satisfaction. It never breaks when I pull her away from me, picking her up and slamming her against the shower wall, kissing her passionately to make up for all of the moments we couldn't have while she grieved.

“I've missed you,” she says through kisses, my cock lining up with her entrance, pushing inside her. We both moan at the feeling of being connected to one another. Her pussy takes me perfectly until I'm pushed to the hilt. Giving her a moment to adjust to my size, I rest my forehead against hers, and say, "I've missed you too. I'm not going anywhere, okay? However long it takes, it's always you and me."

I start to move in and out of her, and just like she did moments earlier, I never break eye contact. There’s something slow and desperate about the way we fuck today, almost as if this were a goodbye. There's an undercurrent of sadness to us, but I must be picking up on her grief because I'll die before she gets hurt by him again. Searching her eyes as I thrust harder into her I can see she's not completely with me, that she's distracted by something and I don't like it. Whatever this thing is that's creeping in between us canfuck off, as I pound into her hoping my sunshine comes back to me.

“I'm close,” she whispers, as her fingernails claw my back, pulling me tighter into her. I press into her neck, reaching between us to firmly rub her clit. She comes only seconds later and I follow closely behind. Pulling her into another kiss, I slowly let her down from my hold against the wall, only this time she won't look at me.

“I'm sorry,” she murmurs, her hand rubbing over my shoulder as she leaves the shower, and for the first time, I notice a sting where she was touching. Looking to my shoulder I can see the slight stream of blood mixed with drops of water fromthe shower, a small pink river trickling down my arm. The clear indent of teeth marks from where she bit down when she came.

She knows.

That's the only thing I can think of. Every scenario comes back to the same conclusion that she knows something is going to happen. She can feel this thing coming between us too. I only hope that we are both wrong.

Quickly getting out of the shower I go to try and find her before she leaves the bedroom. I need to calm her nerves and reassure her that she's safe. But she's gone, the emptiness of the room hitting me harder than I thought it would. Getting changed, I rush downstairs hoping to catch her alone, but again it's empty. The flicker of a sky blue sundress catches my gaze as I see her cross the driveway, and get into the passenger seat of my truck. I yell out to Ace but he must have left already. We were longer than I thought we were in the shower, it's already 930am and the festival opens at 10am. Locking the house, I quickly check the dogs are okay and they have access from their kennel to their run. I'm glad we built their kennel with a large run, so on days like today they have a little legroom and are not cooped up all day. Hesitantly climbing inside the truck, she looks at me and takes my breath away. Her blue sundress compliments her almost perfect pale skin, with her wet hair tied in a messy bun on top of her head. Looking into the small mirror in the sun visor, she puts her mascara through her lashes a final time before looking at me.

“I didn't realise how late it was so thought we could grab breakfast at the festival.” Her voice is upbeat and she's behaving exactly as you would expect someone who's looking forward to a day of fun, but her face gives her away with sadness in her eyes and a smile that doesn't quite reach her cheeks. And as we head toward the festival I can't help but hold her hand a little tighter.

Chapter 39 - Mila

Ifeel like a bitch. I'm trying my hardest to act normal but I can tell Dante knows

something is wrong. It took everything in me not to cry when we were in the shower. I wanted to make him feel special but all I did was put a neon sign on me that saidI'm up to something.

It's weird that in the few days I've had to process what I overheard, I think I'm okay with Trevor trying to get to me somehow. It's almost as if because I know, I'm able to get prepared and ready for him potentially being there, or trying to freak me out in some way. But if I told Dante that I knew what they thought would happen, I'm worried he would either panic and put us on lockdown, or try to overprepare me like I'm one of his soldiers; and we all know how good that turned out the first time he tried it.

My downfall has been that I've never been good at deception,ever. I tried to rebel in high school, thinking I'd be bad and skip one day, but then I panicked and turned up a couple hours late crying to my teacher. So instead of being this ultra smooth double agent, I'm awkward, distant, and just feel a littleirritated. The whole time we were in the shower this morning I wanted to scream out that I know, and that I'm scared, but also that I'm okay and he doesn't need to protect me. Instead, I bit him. I fucking bit him when I came, and then just left. I acted like afuck boy. I guess now I know that blatantly lying to the man I love turns me into one, so that's a small silver lining …I guess. I need to store that information away for the next time I'm trying to deceive someone.

As soon as we find a car park at the Spring Festival I'm out of the truck and making my way over to where the coffee cart should be set up. I can hear Dante calling out behind me but I don't turn back in case my determination falters and I spill everything.

“Hey Nova, sorry I'm late, we had … there was … fuck I don't know, just I'm here now and I'm trying not to fall apart.”

“I take it he doesn't know that you know then?”

“No, and I feel like the biggest bitch for hiding it.”

“I don't think it's a big deal to be honest. So you overheard them talking. I mean it's almost logical that Trevor will use the festival to his favour.”

“I guess so. It just gives me the ick is all,”

“Gives you the ick? Who are you and what have you done to my friend? You sound like a teenage boy who just got their first pubes,” she sasses me, and I can't help but burst out laughing, pulling her into me for a hug.

“Thank you. I needed that.”

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