Page 57 of Deception & Daylight
“Fuck. Fuck. It’s too much,” she cries, her knees giving out under her. I collapse beside her, spent and sated, pulling her into my arms, her back to my chest.
“Are you okay?” I ask, stroking her hair.
“Perfect,” she responds a little breathlessly.
Mags
After Miles helps me get cleaned up, he drives us back to the inn, turning on the heated seats in his truck to soothe the ache he left on my ass. It would be sweet if I didn’t have the sound of his palm connecting with my raw flesh,replaying on a loop in my mind.
When we reach my room, he cages me against the door, kissing me thoroughly. “I’d very much like to continue this, but if you need to get some rest I’ll understand.”
I shake my head, pushing open the door before tugging him inside with me. He watches me with a predatory gleam in his eyes as I strip out of my clothes and head for the shower. “I believe you have a few other promises to make good on, Barlow.”
He reaches over my shoulder, turning on the water. Steam billows around us as he pulls me into the shower, kissing along my shoulders and neck. Sweet, tantalizing kisses that leave goosebumps along my flesh despite the heat that surrounds us. I meet his gaze and, mustering every ounce of confidence I have, I sink to my knees and wrap my fist around his thick length.
He lets out a strangled “fuuuuuck” when I lick him from root to tip, tasting his pre-cum. He gently pulls my hair away from my face, grasping it in his fist. The tug is just the encouragement I need to take him into my mouth. I trail my tongue down the vein along the underside of his shaft as I take him in, then swirl around the tip when I pull back. Looking up at him through my lashes, his mouth is open, head tilted to the ceiling, and the way he’s coming undone makes me feel more powerful than ever. I take him further this time, gagging a little when he hits the back of my throat. He groans when I swallow around him. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer, baby. Where do you want me to come?”
In answer, I suck harder, moaning around his length, speeding up until his thigh muscles clench under my palms and I know he’s about to explode. Suddenly, he grips my hair tighter and pulls out of my mouth, his fist frantically working over his shaft. “Mouth open, eyes on me. I want to watch you take every fucking drop like a good little cum slut.”
I do as I’m told, keeping my eyes locked on his as ropes of cum hit my tongue and lips. When he’s done squeezing every last drop into my mouth, he looks down at me with something like pride in his eyes, leans forward, and spits in my mouth. “Swallow.”
His thumb trails along my bottom lip as I comply with his command. My knees are sore, body aching as he helps me to stand. “Fucking hell, Mags. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He kisses me then, tasting himself on my lips, and I never knew I could find that sexy. But dammit, I do. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Miles lathers my body with soap, using his hands to coat every inch of skin, his fingers trailing gently between my legs and over my ass in the most achingly sweet way that has my heart beating out of my chest. Then he has me lean back into the spray and wet my hair before trailing his shampoo covered fingers through the strands, massaging my scalp. He repeats the process and does the same with the conditioner. By the time he’s done with me, I’m utterly and completely boneless.
He quickly washes his body, then helps me out of the shower, wrapping me in a fluffy towel before pulling on one of the robes provided by the inn. Before I can protest, he’s scooping me into his arms bridal style. For some reason, this man loves to carry me, and I’m certainly not complaining. I don’t think I could walk even if I wanted to.
He deposits me at the end of the bed, commanding me to stay put, and I instantly obey, in spite of myself. When he comes back carrying a duffel bag, he tugs on a pair of grey sweats, then pulls one of his Barlow Construction shirts over my head. It smells like him, and I want to fucking drown in it.
“Come here,” he says, holding out his hand. I take it, following him to the side of the bed furthest away from the door. He pulls back the covers, settling me underneath before tucking them around me, then he gently kisses my forehead. “Goodnight,” he whispers.
When he turns to leave, I snag him by the wrist. I know this is a terrible idea. I know it’s against the rules. But as I look up into his hopeful blue eyes, there’s only one word that comes to mind: “Stay.”
Chapter 24
Mags
? Die A Happy Man - Thomas Rhett
My body is spent and I know I should be passed out by now, but I can’t seem to turn off my brain long enough to let sleep take me. So I roll onto my side, finding Miles on his back staring up at the ceiling with one arm behind his head, impeccable chest and abs on full display. Why do I suddenly want to lick him? “You can’t sleep either?” he asks, turning his head to study my face.
“Nope.”
“Something on your mind?” He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. This tender side of Miles has me all twisted up in knots. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to look at him the same way again. And maybe I don’t want to.
“Not really. Today was just…”
“A lot?”
“Yeah. In a good way, though.”In the best way.
His mouth tips into a smirk. “Wanna get a snack?”
“Orgasmsand food. You sure know how to make the girls swoon.”
“There’s only one girl I care about. Come on.” The sudden whiplash of his casual statement catches me off guard, but I ignore the urge to ask him what he meant by it. We said no feelings and I have to remember that. Even if we are in the process of breaking all the rules, there are some lines that shouldn’t be crossed. Falling for Miles Barlow is out of the question.
Much to my dismay, Miles pulls a shirt from his duffel and tosses it over his head, but I’m too busy staring at his delicious ass in his grey sweatpants to care about anything else right now. On second thought, maybe I’m not that hungry. I blink, and suddenly I’m being tossed over his shoulder, one hand on my ass as he leads us out of the room. “Miles! I’m not wearing any pants.”
