Page 38 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
I laughed and leaned up to kiss him. He kissed me back without hesitation, tasting himself on my tongue and humming into my mouth. He liked that.
Well, I could certainly make this a habit.
Only… maybe not on the steps because my knees were starting to ache.
“We need to get cleaned up,” he murmured, but he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight to him and belying his words.
We stayed there for several more minutes, simply just… being together.
Then finally, he smacked my bare ass. “Get up, you. We need to get cleaned up, and these steps are starting to dig into my back.”
“Oh shit. Sorry.” I pushed up off of him. “I didn’t even think of that.”
He waved me off as we both got to our feet. I picked up our clothes and followed his naked butt—literally—to the bedroom. His shirt was a mess of cum, and he looked sexy as hell with his cute, pert ass hanging out.
But Miles went straight into the en suite—he really did seem to be body shy at times—so I dropped the clothes into the hamper and pulled my shirt off, throwing it in too. Luckily, most of the mess was on my shirt, so I went ahead and found some sweatpants and t-shirts for both of us.
When Miles came out of the bathroom, I was still half-naked, and he paused, looking me up and down before quickly averting his eyes. He flushed, and I smiled, walked over to him, grabbed his hip, and kissed his cheek.
“I like it when you look at me,” I whispered into his ear.
The red on his face turned a deeper shade. “I… I…”
With a small laugh, I gave his cheek another kiss, then passed his clean clothes over. He took them and walked back into the bathroom without another word.
Sometimes he really could be so shy, even after we’d been together for a little over two months. I knew a lot of it had to do with his empath magic and the way other people had treated him in the past. But I really hoped he was starting to see that I wasn’t like those other people, those other men.
Or even his parents, who’d probably fucked him up more than anyone—who the hell refused to touch, to hug, to offer affection to their son?
Every time Miles brought up something from his childhood, it made me ache for that kid. It made me wish I could go backin time and actually reach out to him, befriend him. Give him a fucking hug.
But I’d been stupid back then—weren’t all teenagers, honestly?—and I couldn’t go back in time. All I could do was keep showing Miles that I was here and that touch could be… good. Could be fun. Could be comforting.
Miles came back out of the bathroom fully dressed, and since I was dressed too, I walked over to him and pulled him into my arms, kissing his temple as he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist. After a few tense seconds, he rested his head on my shoulder and let out a shuddering breath.
I held him for a long time, and all of my own nerves, my own insecurities that’d come up because of my sister’s earlier text, finally faded into the background. They didn’t disappear, and I was sure they’d pop up again soon, but they were pushed far enough back that my anxiety went away.
“Are you alright?” he whispered to me, not letting go.
I sighed and rested my head against his. “Yeah… I think I am.”
He nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. I’m… fine. Maybe later? But right now, I just want to… hold you for a while.”
“Okay. But does it have to be standing? My legs are getting tired.”
I snorted and released him. “No, let’s get in bed and turn on a movie.”
“Sounds great.” He started to turn for the bed, but stopped and turned back. He stepped in close and pressed a soft kiss to my lips before practically diving into the bed like he was hiding from his own sweet actions.
But since he was right where I wanted him anyway, I dove in after him, tackled him to the bed, and started tickling his sides. He cracked up, kicking his legs and trying to push me off.
“Stooooooopppp! Win!”
I laughed too, but I relented and started kissing him again. After a few seconds, he wrapped his arms around my waist and let me sink into the kiss.
His hands rubbed my back, and then I felt a poke in my side that turned into a super aggressive tickle.
