Page 135 of Here and Now
“I pick movies Kai will like. I’m just cementing my spot with him.”
“Any more cement and you’ll become a statue,” I mutter.
I don’t think Kai could like Miles more than he already does. He includes him all the time, puts an incredible amount of consideration into everything he does regarding him, and shows up. Every time he makes a promise, he delivers, and he’s honest when he doesn’t think he can do it.
Kai asked him a few days ago if he could take him to the rink, and Miles explained he couldn’t that day, but that he’d be able to on Saturday. Sure enough, Saturday morning, Miles was at the house to pick Kai up and spend the day with him when I had to work.
Miles hugs me close. “All part of my plan, sweetheart.”
Since my breakdown a week ago, we’ve been fairly smooth sailing. We haven’t brought it up again, but there’s this tension that sometimes builds, having given him the reality of our situation.
I talked to Ashton yesterday, and she assured me that there have been absolutely no indications that anyone is close to figuring out where I am. She also encouraged me to open up and give this burden to be shared.
She said her therapist also agrees.
There’s that.
I’ve been thinking about all of what I’ve been through and how it’s led me here. I feel safe and I know that Miles would do anything for us. He loves me. I love him with my whole heart and maybe all my worry was for nothing.
My brother is doing everything to protect us from afar and Miles is doing it here.
“Stay tonight,” I say, looking up at him.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
I smile back at him, hoping tonight goes well.
“Yes,” I moan as he thrusts harder.
“You feel so fucking good,” Miles says, gripping my thigh as he holds it in place.
“You always feel good,” I tell him.
Miles adjusts his hips, somehow finding a way to drive even deeper. I feel him everywhere. Like he is a part of me, and my heart is pounding.
“Look at me.” His voice is harsh through his teeth.
My eyes meet his. There is so much emotion that it takes my breath away. I see his love, his devotion, his desire and promises all in there. I open myself up, letting down every ounce of self-preservation, hoping he sees the same in my gaze.
I plan to give him everything, no more restraints, and pray it’s the right choice.
Miles slows his thrusts and glides inside me. It’s no longer sex. It’s so much more than that.
Another orgasm is building. Each thrust I get closer and closer. He feels so good, so right, and his cock hits the perfect spot each time he slides in and out.
“I love you,” I say to him as he fills me again.
His hands take mine and he lifts them above my head, entwining our fingers. “I love you, Penelope. More than I ever knew was possible.”
“I need you,” I confess.
“You have me.”
“I want you.” I continue saying what’s in my heart.
“I’m yours.”
“I can’t lose you.”
