Page 8 of Miles Apart
Time for that payback.
“Let’s give you a show, hmm?” Aeris stands.
Miles’s focus shifts from me to Aeris, who’s now between his legs. She asks permission to touch him, straddles his lap at his verbal consent, and moves in slow circles. He doesn’t touch her, just shifts his weight to lie back on the button-tufted sofa. Miles is a king at ease, his wide arms stretching across the couch.
Aeris changes pace and lifts her hair. My nails dig into the chair on a hard swallow. I tell myself I want to be Miles, spread out to welcome Aeris’s heat with open arms, but it’s a lie. I want to beher, gripping his entire length until his eyes roll to the back of his head.
I recross my legs to stop my clit from pulsating and remind myself I’m free to have any single man except Miles Walker, who I tolerate because of my best friend and her future ex-husband. It’s rare for him to be this quiet, which should explain the confusion in my urge to taste him inch by inch.
Aeris stills in his lap and follows his focus toward me. “Interesting,” she says in a sultry tone. My brows furrow at her graceful dismount, and soon she’s behind me. “He doesn’t want me, love. But does he want you?” Her knuckles brush the side of my neck.
Miles straightens, desire pooling in his eyes behind the mask. I can’t look away as I give Aeris consent. Blood pounds in my ears as she parts the black cloak, revealing my red lingerie behind it. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen already. He was tracking me from across the dance floor like a bloodhound.
A beautiful woman stands behind me, damn near naked from head to toe, but Miles is committing the outline of my curves to memory.
“Tell me to stop if you get uncomfortable,” Aeris says in a hushed command. Little does she know, I’m neither shy nor worried.
I’d strut my ass out of here in only these red heels if I wouldn’t catch a case.
My body is a gift I don’t give freely to just anyone. But tonight, I want to poke the beast behind the dark brown eyes, simply because I can.
Cool air puckers my nipples when Aeris pushes the straps of my nightgown off my shoulders. A smirk builds at the erratic rise of Miles’s chest and the impressive tent forming between his legs. She cups my exposed flesh and massages the buds between her fingertips. Her breasts press into my back. “He looks ready to explode,” she says.
I spread my legs and drag a hand up my thigh. “Not yet.” Miles follows my finger inching closer to my sex until I dip two inside and rub my clit with my thumb. He’s frothing at the mouth when I come on a moan, rocking against my hand as the last waves spread through my body.
Aeris releases me, and I stand and make my way over to the man who’s panting in front of me. Our gazes lock, and a tremor heats my core at the turbulence of passion swirling between us. It’s always there, dormant, until a magnetic force unites us.
“Mind if I join you?” A grunt is all he gives in return.
Miles’s hands flex into fists, threatening to crack his skin, until I straddle him and push him against the sofa. My hand travels between us to massage my pussy and grazes steel. He jerks at the touch and leans his head back, unable to keep his focus on my face or my breasts less than an inch from his lips.
I rock into him, pulling a mutual groan, and grip his chin, with my hand glistening from my juices. “This is the closest you’ll ever get to tasting me,” I say, returning the words he arrogantly uttered years ago. Miles is cocky in every sense of the word, I’ll give him that. “Open.” I dip my thumb into his mouth, and he happily takes it. With his eyes locked on mine, he twirls his tongue around and sucks another finger, forcing me to suppress a shudder. I hop off, adjust my straps, and retrieve my cloak. “He’s all yours.”
Toying with Miles might be playing with fire, but damn it if I don’t enjoy the flame. I leave the room with a smile on my face—and the promise of another orgasm once I reach my suite.
That will teach him.
Chapter 4
Miles
The steady thrum of pattering water muffles the sounds of the woman on her knees in front of me going to work on my dick. They say spas are peaceful, but damn. Getting topped off butt-ass naked inside of a room with water falling from the ceiling wasn’t on the agenda for today, but I’d be a dumbass to say no. It’s dark enough. No one will see shit anyway.
The woman beneath me moans as she takes me to the back of her throat. I try to trick myself, but her voice doesn’t match the one from last night. Her hair isn’t the mahogany shade I imagined splayed across my pillows.
Emma Douglass is a witch who summoned the dark arts to cast me under her spell after one taste of her pussy. After I got back to my room, I came so hard in the shower I searched online to see if buckled knees and enough nut to finger paint tiled walls weren’t signs of a stroke.
Yeah, she had me by the dick last night, but only one of us repeated words from years ago. The tension between us was thick enough to suck the oxygen from the hallway. Em wasn’t in my lap, grinding her pussy into my erection back then, butshe still tempted me to risk it all. I saw it, the desire lit in her eyes. Shit, Ifeltit. Had we not been in T and Justice’s house, I wouldn’t have thought twice about driving my tongue into her before consuming her with deep strokes.
My hands anchor to the wall as I roll my hips into Melissa’s (?) warm mouth with gentle thrusts. Melanie (?) groans, reaching down to thrum her clit.
Fuck, why can’t I remember her name? There’s an M in it.
She chokes but quickly recovers and flattens her tongue.
“Breathe through your nose. Good girl.” I pat her hair, cautious not to fist it and fuck her mouth the way I want to.
Marisa and I met at the lodge this morning. Terrence was on the slopes, heard Justice’s Tia and Tamera cackle, and skied his scared ass away to put distance between them. The man is still gone for his wife—not that I expected any different. He and I went our separate ways after that. I gave him space and met up with the brunette who was clocking me from earlier. One thing led to another, and here we are alone in a spa room.
