Page 58 of Bound By Love

She vanished from the front room. A minute passed as I waited for her to return. She didn’t.

In my gut, I knew she was peeling her clothes off at this very moment. First her pants, then she’d thumb her panties and slowly tug them off. Her top would be next, then her bra. I could see her now. Creamy white skin, hairless pussy, pink nipples, and her fine, squeezable ass.

I groaned in the driver’s seat of the rental car as my cock strained in my jeans. I needed her so fucking much.

No amount of strength would keep me from her. I exited the car, surveying the area. The street was quiet and dark. Now that I knew Axel always had eyes on her, I felt better knowing she was safe. His biker friends watched Miranda’s cottage in shifts. She was never completely alone.

I passed through the side gate and followed the warm glow emitting from the back of the house. Luck was on my side as I approached a bay window with sheer curtains. There were also blinds, but they hadn’t been pulled down yet.

I couldn’t see Miranda. Then I remembered the house had only one bathroom, so I waited for her to return to her room. I stuck my hands in my pockets, feeling chilled by the night air. Or maybe it was my nerves.

My muscles twitched, heart raced, and my mouth went dry like an addict desperate for a fix. Miranda was my drug—my addiction—and she was within reach, just on the other side of this window. My hands ached to touch her, mouth desperate to devour her.

Hell, my soul begged to be made whole again.

Miranda was my person. My better half, and I needed her more than anything else. She was my reason for living—the air in my lungs, the beat of my heart.

My everything.

I choked on my own spit when she appeared in the room wrapped in a white towel. She was more gorgeous than I remembered. I wanted to bust through the window and take her hostage. It killed me that I couldn’t.

My father’s words swirled in my head, “Don’t go barging into her life.”

No chance in hell would I make matters worse or put her in danger. Of course, my father knew that. He was just disappointed I hadn’t gone to him when Abe first approached me. He was also angry I’d went along with the fake affair and devastated Miranda in the process. It was the biggest mistake of my life, and I’d pay for it until I was dust.

Like a freaking Peeping Tom, I braced my hand on the siding, peering through the window at my beauty. Her glistening body called to me to towel her off, rub cocoa butter on her soft skin, and make love to her until she was utterly, totally spent.

My balls ached as my cock reached for her. I licked my lips, thirsty for her luscious mouth. I needed to feast on her, taste her. It’d been too damn long.

The towel fell to the floor, stopping my heart. Sheer perfection stood in front of a full-length mirror, not ten feet away from me.

Miranda studied her body, hands gliding over her breasts, her ass, her stomach. Slowly one moved down. My guess was it went between her legs. I fucking loved watching her get herself off. She’d do it for me sometimes, teasing me to hurry up when I worked at home. She was always horny for me just as I was for her.

I could only see her back, not that I was complaining. Her ass was a masterpiece. But I wanted to see the front of her to get a better view of her masturbating.

Could she sense I was watching her? Was she thinking of me as her head fell back? Was she imagining my fingers teasing her nipple, while my other hand played with her clit?

Fucking hell, she rocked her body sensually. I could almost hear her soft moans.

I couldn’t take it any longer and rubbed my hand over the bulge in my jeans. We’d come together as we always did.

I pulled the zipper down, releasing my hard-as-granite cock and wrapped my hand around it to get off at the same time as my beauty.

I imagined Miranda’s soft hand stroking me, so fucking good. I steadied my speed, matching hers. Christ, this was the hottest thing I’d ever done. I wondered if she felt this way when she watched me get sucked off by that woman in Club Rendezvous the first time we saw each other.

The forbidden nature of watching someone masturbate when they didn’t know you were there was wrong. So wrong, but fucking hot and thrilling too.

I pumped my cock faster, squeezing a little tighter, slathering precum over the head and down the sides. Son of a bitch, I needed a release. It had been too fucking long. I labored to breathe and panted like Miranda, chasing our climax.

She moaned loud enough for me to hear. I erupted like a volcano, squirting onto the bush below me. I hadn’t come since the night I had made love to her. I’d been saving it for when I was inside her again. This was the next best thing.

What the fuck!

Miranda turned to the side, reaching into her dresser. Had she gained weight? Her flat stomach didn’t look so trim. I blinked several times. Miranda was the most health-conscious person I knew, aside from her once-a-month burger splurge and dessert cravings.

She splayed her hand across her stomach. Her breasts appeared larger, heavier… saggy?

What happened to her?

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