Page 40 of Chasing You

“Okay, but I’m looking at it and it looks like it hurts.” His hand hovers over one spot on my back that must be rough from the concrete.

“It doesn’t. Miles.” I grab the back of his neck and pull him in to kiss me. “I promise you I’m okay, please get back inside me. We can’t give up the perfect opportunity for me to be a pillow princess.”

Finally, his face splits into a grin. He shakes his head with an exasperated laugh. “You are one in a million, aren’t you?”

“Remarkable, remember?”

He kisses me once more. “Remarkable indeed. Are you sure?”

“Yes. One hundred percent.”

He holds my eyes, searching them for honesty, or for doubt, I’m not sure. But I let my assurance shine through my gaze. I nod, simply telling him again that I’m okay.

He nods back. “Then come here.” He moves back and pulls my ass towards him, leaving my head resting comfortably on his pillow.

“Remarkable,” he mutters again as he splays his palms over the cheeks of my ass.

In a second I feel his cock hard as he rubs it through my core, teasing me before he slips it inside with a groan. “Fuck,” he murmurs. “How does it feel even better?”

I moan in response, pushing my hips back and meeting him stroke for stroke as he pulls me against him, his fingertips digging into my hips as if grounding himself in me.

He’s right. This feels even better, and I don’t know how. Every second of our bodies being fused together like this feels closer and closer to euphoria.

“Oh,” I moan, every thrust hitting the right spot. “Miles, I’m gonna?—”

“Come for me, baby. Make that mess you promised me.”

“Fuck!”I scream into the pillow as my release rips through me, my body going weak in Miles’s grip.

He grunts as he comes straight after me, his release chasing mine. He doesn’t pull out right away, he stays seated inside me as we both puff into the quiet room.

“You’re right. I think we should get married.”

chapter fifteen

MARINA

PRESENT

I laughas Davide recounts the events of his fifty-year graduation party today. The guy has lived here for the last ten years and I swear I’ve never heard more than a two-word sentence from him, but here he is, telling me and Tamara about everyone from his high school and who they’re now married to.

I shake my head as he cackles, talking with the man sitting next to him at the bar. “Sounds like it was a good night,” I say.

I subtly slide down the other end of the bar, distancing myself from their conversation as I run a cloth over the slightly sticky bar top.

“Am I good to take my half?” Tamara asks.

“Get out of here,” I say. “I can close up on my own.”

“Are you sure?”

I nod. “It’s quiet enough, go have a good night.” Even if I feel overly exhausted, like I might collapse on my feet if I don’t keep one hand on the bar. But I’ve only got an hour until close, I can survive it.

“Thank you,” she says before making her escape.Tamara and Molly have both been working here for a few months now; they’re supposed to be my temps, but I am trying to hang onto them as long as they let me. They’re both young, twenty-one and twenty-three, so I try to give them as many early nights as I can, remembering what it was like to work late nights when I was their age and all of my friends were going out.

But for one summer in Sorrento, I didn’t mind at all. I took all the night shifts I possibly could, hoping to catch sight of the hotshot pilot who would come into the bar and spend the whole night trying to make me laugh.

A cackle from across the room knocks me back to the present. Tonight has felt like such a long night, and my head is starting to pound just behind my eyes. Loud conversations arenotsomething I need to add to the mix. The sound of the bell jingling even less. I wince as the sound reverberates through my head.

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