Page 14 of Promises & Pumpkins
She shook her head and wiggled her hips. “I won’t.”
“Tell me you want me as badly as I want you right now.” She didn’t have to tell me for me to see the desperation in the way her eyes shimmered. I wanted to hear it anyway. I wanted to hear her admit that she was longing and hungry.
Harper pushed her hips back again, huffing with frustration when I grabbed hold of them and held her still. “Miles, please. Just fuck me.”
I lined myself up at her entrance, thrusting into her and sending her into the mirror. How well had she mounted it on the wall? When it didn’t fall after the next thrust, I figured it could handle it. I forced myself deeper, filling her and groaning when my hips clapped against her ass. Her face twisted in pleasure and concentration while she held her balance against the mirror. Each time her eyes closed, she forced them back open.
As I sped up, her body flattened against the mirror, and I imagined the glass was cold against her nipples. Her back arched more than it seemed possible, but she kept her balance while I continued to drill into her. Soon her moans mixed with the clapping of our skin and the wetness of her arousal, filling the entryway with the sweet sound of proving my point.
“I can feel how close you’re getting,” I said, speeding up and fucking her harder. Her moans turned to controlled cries and moans that cracked each time I brushed against her g-spot. “Would a friend make your legs shake like this? Make your eyes water like that?” When her eyes rolled back, I wrapped my hand in her ponytail and held her stare in the mirror. “Look at you, how beautiful you are. You’re a vision. Absolutely lovely when you start to break for me, aren’t you?”
Harper nodded. “Miles! I can’t!”
“You can,” I said when her trembling got more intense. “You’re going to. Look at me.” Her eyes shot up, meeting mine in the glass. I memorized every make-up smudge and drop of sweat that decorated her normally innocent features, savoring that I was the only one seeing them. “I want your eyes right here when you come.”
She nodded, but her eyes didn’t leave mine. Then she came, and the tension in her muscles relaxed before tensing back upagain. Waves of her pleasure coursed through her, milking my release from my body before hers had even stopped shaking. “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you do that.” I kissed her shoulder, licking the salty sheen from my lips.
“Do you do this with all your friends?” she asked with her face against the glass, trying to catch her breath. I grabbed her wrist, turning her toward me and pulling her into my arms. The scent of her shampoo and sweat filled my nostrils, and I inhaled deeply.
“No,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “But like I said, I don’t think we’re friends.”
She giggled, and her lips left a trail of drowsy kisses on my chest. “If you say so.”
Chapter 12
Harper
Iheard Miles sneak out before the sun was up, but I could still smell him on the pillow when I woke up a couple hours later. My pussy was still sore and while I carried the lingering stickiness of last night on my skin and my hair was desperate to be washed, I needed coffee more than I wanted a shower. When Irolled out of bed, my legs shook, but they regained strength with each step.
“Coffee,” I said, half to myself and half to the cabinet door the ground coffee beans were hidden behind. The sweet, sometimes-too-strong-for-seven-in-the-morning smell filled the air and relieved me of the guilt-like fog that hung over me.
While the coffee brewed, I stared at the now-smudged and more-than-crooked mirror by the front door. My legs quivered, and my back arched at the memory of his hand on my spine. I closed my eyes and shook my head, listening to the drip of the coffee filling the glass pot.
Then a high-pitched and now-slightly-familiar giggle came through the kitchen window. I turned, watching while Miles held up parts of a plastic skeleton and waved them. Maddie screamed and giggled again, running in a wide circle around him. A small smile tugged at my lips when Miles pretended to charge after her, earning a squeal that could’ve woken half the neighborhood.
Forgetting about the coffee that would be done any minute, I moved toward the mirror. I grabbed the sides of the frame, straightening it on the wall and looking at myself in the reflection. My handprints covered the glass, and there was make-up smudged where my face had been pressed at one point. Another scream and laugh from Maddie broke me from my stupor, and I opened the front door, stepping out and bending down to grab the paper from the porch.
“Good morning,” Miles hollered as soon as he saw me. I swore I could feel his stare burning right through me, and I pulled my sweater tighter around me.
“Good morning,” I said, and Maddie waved, grinning. “You two are up and busy early!” I said, waving back to the little girl and trying not to look like I’d spent the morning hearing Miles’ low groan in my ear as if he’d never left.
He held up the plastic arm and waved it. “It’s almost Halloween. We’re going to go to the pumpkin patch soon to get pumpkins to carve, but we wanted to get a start on the decorations first.” Miles put the fake hand around Maddie’s shoulders, and she shrugged it off, looking up at him with a scrunched nose and pursed lips. “Isn’t that right?” he asked.
Her pout broke into an excited smile. “We go every year!” she added.
“Do you want to come with us?” He cocked his head to the side and wiggled his brows in a way that made him nearly irresistible. “It could be fun!”
I shook my head. “Oh, no. Sorry. I can’t today.”
“Are you sure?” The way Miles lifted his brow made me think he knew I was definitely not busy at all. Maybe he knew that I was still thinking about last night. Maybe he was too.
“Yeah, are you sure?” Maddie jumped up and down, tugging on Miles’ arm like he could change my mind for her. “Please come with us, Coach Harper? Please please please please please please?” When she let go of Miles’ hand, she started spinning in small circles on her toes like we had started showing them in class—one little step for eachpleaseshe uttered. I bit down on my lips to stop from laughing at her display.
Miles pointed to her and half shrugged. “How can you say no to that?”He was right.I sighed.
“Okay, okay. I’ll go.” I considered reminding him that I’d be going just as a friend, but his voice in my mind stifled the words.Would a friend make your legs shake like this?Miles nodded, lifting a brow knowingly.
“Yes!” Maddie shrieked, seemingly oblivious to the unspoken tension across our shared property line. “I’m going to go get ready!” Then she was gone, skipping up the stairs and disappearing into their house. When the door slammed behind her, Miles chuckled.
