Page 20 of Atlas & Miles
My cheeks were surface-of-the-sun scalding at this point. “Um, right. So I . . . uh . . .”
What the fuck? I was Atlas Fucking St. James, goddammit, and I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I had a great body, I enjoyed sex, and these things happened. Not to me, but . . .
I sighed loudly, crossing my arms over my robed chest. “Look, I’m stuck in a cock cage, okay?”
Miles’s eyes shot wide before his face softened and he started fighting a smile. And mostly losing. “No judgment.” His eyes sparkled as one corner of his mouth turned up. “Um, I think I’ll need to get a look at it, if you don’t mind.”
With a huff, I reached for the belt of the pale-pink floral-print kimono I’d slipped on after my shower—no way was I going to have evidence of sex all over my nether regions when Miles was coming to take off the thing that was, you know, preventingmefrom coming.
With a fortifying deep breath, I slid the robe away from my front, tucking it behind my back—fuck, that silk felt amazing on my naked ass—and letting it hang from my shoulders. Could I have had a shirt on under it? Sure. But that would’ve made this seem almost clinical, and that felt almost more weird.
Miles swallowed hard when he got a good look at my mostly naked body. “Not the way I’d expected to get your clothes off for the first time,” he muttered under his breath, but I damn well heard him.
I crossed my arms over my chest again, the robe fluttering along my sides. “The first time?” I scoffed but kept my expression light and open with a playful eyebrow raise. “Did you have this planned for another time?”
He blushed then—thank fuck it wasn’t only me tonight—and squirmed as he unpacked his supplies onto my coffee table, his eyes averted the whole time. “Maybe.”
I coughed to hide an incredulous laugh. “Oh my fucking god, Miles!”
He chuckled, flicking his eyes to my caged dick before finally meeting my gaze. “I don’t know—the cage is kinda hot, Atlas.”
I guffawed then, cracking up until my sides hurt as Miles spun around to lay out his tools, laughing with me. This could’ve been the most awkward night of my life, and while it still kind of was, I was also super grateful that this man was joking with me to help relieve the tension. I could see him doing this for me often in our relationship, since, despite my general sunny demeanor, my brain could easily spiral out of control and send me into a panic.
Wait.
What the fuck?
I froze, laughter dying on my lips as the thought I’d just had really hit me.Our relationship?Seriously? Given everything we’d discussed previously—and especially after this mishap tonight—we were definitely not headed there. He’d be running for the hills.
Miles turned to me, tools in hand, and I didn’t think he’d noticed my panic moment. He’d been too busy figuring out his next steps, I guessed. Thank fuck.
“May I take a closer look?”
I nodded solemnly, and Miles took a few steps on his knees, effectively crawling over to me while keeping his body upright. Shit, that was a sight. He could get on his knees for me anytime.
As he stopped inches from my imprisoned dick, I’d never been more grateful for the cage. Because my dick had tried to thicken at the vision he made.
But that just made the cage twitch, which, as previously mentioned, wasinches from his face.
Goddammit!
“I’m sorry!” I blurted, hands flying to my flaming cheeks, because of course I couldn’t only make a mortifying faux pas—I had to call attention to it, too.
Miles chuckled, and his breath fluttered over my groin.
“You are not helping the situation,” I growled at him, and he just laughed harder as my dick started growing uncomfortable in its confines.
His eyes were twinkling when he looked up at me. “I’m going to touch the cage now, okay?”
I nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out as I slowly dropped my hands. Then his fingertips were touching me.
Okay, just through the cage, butfuck, it felt good. It had been way too long since I’d been touched—excepting the bear tonight, of course. But Miles felt different. Hewasdifferent. And I couldn’t explain why.
His hand fell away, and he sat back on his heels. Fuck. That position, so reminiscent of the familiar submissive pose, was incredibly hot—which made the cage even tighter. “Ow!”
Miles’s head fell back as he chortled into the empty room. “This is the best night ever.”
I scowled at him, my arms crossed once again.
