Page 32 of Atlas & Miles
Miles, adorably sleep rumpled with bedsheets pooling around his waist, highlighting the lickable expanse of his chest, just stared at me like I’d lost my mind.
Without waiting for an answer—giving my boy some much-needed time to wake up—I waltzed over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of my silkiest boy shorts in white lace. I bent over, ass toward the bed, and ever so slowly pulled them up my smooth legs. Yes, today was a they/them kind of day, and I was ready to rock a totally fierce look.
Once my panties were on and I’d straightened, I spun to see Miles literally gaping at me. His open mouth and the fiery lust in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine in the best of ways, and I smirked at him. “You’re gonna catch flies with that mouth, baby.”
His jaw snapped closed, but his eyes were still on my lace-covered dick, which had started hardening under his appraisal. “Atlas . . . you . . .” His eyes flicked up to mine. “God, Daddy, you’re so hot.”
I chuckled, my cheeks heating for some odd reason. “Thanks, baby.” I made a point of scanning his bare torso. “Right back atcha.”
Miles seemed to come back to himself then, and he carefully climbed out of bed, naked as the day he was born. The sunlight from the window behind him backlit his entire beautiful body like a halo around an angel, and my knees grew weak.
“Come here, sweet boy.”
Without hesitation, Miles circled the end of the bed and headed toward me. My house was small, but the bedroom had been its biggest selling point. I barely had room for a two-seater kitchen table in my tiny kitchen-slash-living room, but the bedroom fit a king-sized bed with room for a second beside it if someone were so inclined. I was not, so I had plenty of room to twirl around—I didn’t, but I could’ve—as Miles approached me, instantly reaching for my hips.
His large hands wrapped around me, thumbs dancing near my thickening cock at the waist of my low-cut panties and his fingertips resting over the dimples at the small of my back. My eyes fell closed at the feel of his skin on mine, and I almost gave in to the desire I felt snaking down my spine.
With more self-control than I thought I’d had, I gave one last luxurious sigh and shifted back. My eyes opened to find questions in his, but I just smiled, stepping toward him one last time and placing my hands on his chest. I leaned forward, stretching up to place my lips against his.
It was still early days, but I swore his lips held a goddamn magnet that constantly pulled my mouth to his. Reluctantly, I pulled away, and his hands fell to his sides. “I have a toothbrushyou can use. We could swing by your place if you want a change of clothes or something, but I’d love it if you’d go to the grocery store with me.”
He blinked at me, but he was fully awake now, so he wasn’t merely waking up. He was processing what I’d said. “Together?”
I raised an eyebrow. “That a problem?”
He tucked his hair behind his ears. “Uh . . . not a problem, but . . .”
Oh. I swallowed against the lump in my throat then forced a smile. “I get it, baby. We’ll go as friends, okay? We sort of knew each other in high school and rekindled our friendship when I moved back to Gomillion—that much is true. No one needs to know what we choose to do in the bedroom. Or the living room. Or the kitchen . . .”
Miles started laughing. “You’re right, of course. I’m sorry.”
I rested my hand on his solid, veiny forearm, sending another shiver of lust through me.Dammit. Focus.“Nothing to apologize for.”
Miles’s face mellowed into a smile at that, and he leaned in and kissed my forehead. “I would love to go grocery shopping with you. But doesn’t that feel, like, domestic or something? Like we’re doing more than just hooking up?”
I looked up at him through my eyelashes. “‘Exclusive’ usually means more than just hooking up.” I grinned. “And I’d be down for that.”
He searched my eyes for a split second before grinning back. “Me, too.” He straightened then took my hand, pulling me out into the hall toward the bathroom. “So you said something about a toothbrush?”
***
We were on our way half an hour later, me in a white sleeveless jumpsuit in a silk blend and Miles in his jeans and the largestgray T-shirt I could find that still stretched tightly across his pecs in a drool-worthy manner. I was driving toward the nearest—and only—grocery store in town in my only slightly flashy sedan I’d driven here from Seattle. The most luxurious part was the leather interiors, and its slick black exterior paint was unmarred and smooth. Gorgeous.
Miles whistled as I pulled out of my driveway. “Damn, sweet ride.” He smoothed his hand over the leather on the interior of the door almost reverently. “They must pay you well at Jeb’s.”
I laughed as he slapped his hand over his mouth.
“Shit, sorry. I tend to put my foot in my mouth a lot. It’s why I don’t make friends very easily—like Claudia keeps telling me I need to do.”
“Claudia?”
Miles settled back in his seat, his whole body relaxing when he realized I wasn’t offended. “My sister. She’s amazing.”
I smiled at the clear love in his voice as I pulled up to a red light. “Tell me about her. And the rest of your family, if you’d like.” The trip wouldn’t be long, but I wanted to learn everything about my boy I could. Especially since it seemed like he wanted to stick around for a while.
Because I glanced over at him as I spoke, I didn’t miss the cloud that fell over his features for a split second before he smiled again. “My sister’s the only one worth talking about. She’s a lawyer in Seneca and kicks ass. Her girlfriend, Ophelia, is awesome, too. They’re great together.”
I grinned despite the pang in my heart at the obvious and understandable pain he’d hinted at. I didn’t know the details, but I didn’t need to right now. Hopefully, someday soon, he’d trust me enough to share.
