Page 15 of Miles Apart
The muscles in Miles’s shoulders contract as he leans forward. Large hands fold together, stimulating the veins in his smooth forearms. “Us.”
The host signals the end of speed dating. We stand, neither giving the other an inch. A challenge lies before me. The safer option would be to find someone else for the night.
My eyes leave the man whose gaze is licking my pleasure points and find Justice at the bar talking to another woman, who rubs her arm and laughs with a force that crinkles her eyes.
I drop my voice and pin Miles with a glare. “One night.”
“I couldn’t stand you longer.”
“Jay and Terrence can never know.”
“Obviously,” Miles scoffs.
“No sex.” My mouth lifts at his eye twitch. “You don’t deserve this pussy.”
“You flatter yourself,” Miles says. “You’ll beg for this dick before I’d ever fuck you.”
“Let’s get one thing straight.” I shift closer, inches away from broad lips pressed into a hard line and a goatee trimmed to perfection. “You want to play withmetonight. Consider it a gift. My vagina is perfection.” I lean back and look at the obvious tent in Miles’s pants. “Don’t challenge me. You’ll lose every time.”
I leave him pissed and with a painful erection, my head lifted and my panties drenched. I want to rid myself of our sexual tension, but I am no fool. If Miles puts it down how I think he does, I might follow him home. Ravenous’s no sex rule is a safeguard.
Time to get ready.
Chapter 7
Miles
Isaid I would leave Emma alone, but my intentions went right out the window the moment she stepped into the restaurant for speed dating. Em put everyone to shame in the black getup she called a dress. Mesh from her breast to the top of her belly gave a peek at the soft skin underneath, and she quickly became the fantasy of everyone in the room. Except for Terrence, who clocked Justice coming in and walked off adjusting himself.
My dick bricked to the point of pain at Emma. Watching her.Wantingher.
She is perfection. Thick lips. High cheekbones. Ample breasts. Hips for days. Physically, Emma is in a league of her own, but she’s more than just her looks. Her thick mahogany hair swayed across her back as she scanned the room, sizing up the men who’d sit before her. Men worthy of her time might think they’re in control, but Emma already made the decision to let them pursue her. She’s calculated. Intentional. Precise.
None of that matters. No one can satisfy her the way I can—and will. Emma never found someone who can keep up with her,and I’m up for the challenge. The draw to her is too strong to not taste her again after years of staying away.
Tonight I decided to go against logic and the sirens warning me that whatever happens will change the trajectory of whatever it is we are. If T and Jay actually go through with their divorce, there won’t be a reason for Emma and I to see each other. We can have tonight if we keep our distance after.
“Bro, are you pouting?”
“Shut up.” Terrence sucks his teeth and swivels back to the mini bar in the dining area of his room. He ditched his button-down and jeans from speed dating for a white tee and joggers. I’m still in my slacks and loafers but swapped my turtleneck for a black shirt. I meet Em in less than an hour, but I had to hit him up to make sure he’s good. He’s been nursing the same manhattan since I got here over an hour ago.
Bro hasn’t been right since yesterday’s whiskey tasting, where he saw Justice flirting with that bartender Emma was with. Jay only acted out of pocket because she thinks T is with Madison. In his defense, he and I hit up the tasting together. It wasn’t a good look that Madison happened to find us, and the optics weren’t in his favor. That led to an argument, and now Justice is back to pushing for a divorce.
A damn mess.
Terrence traces the rim of his glass and exhales slowly. Bro is going through it. “It’s over. For good this time,” he says after a hard swallow.
What the hell do I say? “Pray on it or something.”
“Pray on it?” His brows bunch.
I shrug. “I know you do, and the shit works for my mama.” Deborah Walker keeps the oil in her pantry stocked for prayer and the best consecrated chicken you’ll taste.
“I fucked up.” Terrence nods to himself, his eyes fixed on the marble countertop. “I let work get in the way of being there forher. Through…” His hand drags over the back of his neck. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Yo, be easy on yourself, bro. You’re a good man who’s not with the bullshit. Just give it time.”
Terrence acts like he was slinging dick across the seven seas. I’ve never seen him love someone and dedicate himself the way he does with Jay. I don’t know the first thing about marriage and won’t pretend I do. Terrence is a better man than me—the best I know, aside from my mentor. He set the bar high on loving the one you’re with. Not that I’d attempt to reach it.
