Page 9 of Miles Apart
Getting pussy is neither rare nor a challenge. If that makes me a dick, so be it, but that’s exactly what you get—dick. I pride myself on pleasing the women I’m with. It’s rare for me to put my mouth on anyone, but my stroke game will have you speaking in tongues.
Once we’re done, it’s over. Out of sight, and the furthest thing from my mind.
I focus on a crack in the wall to block out the moss-green eyes behind a lace mask. Full lips parted into ecstasy at her self-play.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I’ve always been attracted to Emma, but last night almost had me begging. I was ready to hand over whatever she wanted—my car keys, house, routing numbers—to relive her fingers dancing across her glistening lips while Aeris stroked her nipples. She exceeds every fantasy, and she’s as beautiful now as she wasfifteen years ago when we first met. We’ve always circled each other. Twin flames with an instinct to fuck and an inclination to argue.
Emma is Justice’s friend, not mine. I don’t dislike her, but she grates on my nerves in a way no one else does.
This is the closest you’ll ever get to tasting me.
We’ll see about that.
She is the source of my frustrations and desires who thinks she bested me last night but showed her hand. I’m sure I’m not the only one who still thinks about the time we nearly had sex, but I need to correct that shit fast. Em’s nectar between her legs seared itself into my taste buds, but I’m not about to be sprung.
I quicken my pace as my balls tighten. What’s this woman’s name? I need to figure it out before she swallows.
A faint giggle registers over my shoulder. No one should be in the rain room except for me and Mary.
Madeline.
Molly.
Fuck.
I cock my head to the side at whoever’s interested in my bare ass, squinting to make out the figure behind me. “What the fu—Justice? Is that you?”
I always knew she had kinks buried underneath the Target clothes and church girl personality. Terrence had a reputation for his sex drive, but my guess is she gives him a run for his money.
Justice trips over the lounger behind her as she scurries for the door, showing her whole ass underneath her robe. Laughter rips through me at her audacity to act surprised. She’s the one who interrupted me and Mackenzie. I advert my eyes to give her the privacy to readjust herself before I go to help her off the stone floor.
“Wait here,” I tell Maleficent. She looks between me and Justice and retreats to a dark corner. “What are you doing here, kid?” My attention shifts to Justice whose eyebrows are as high as I’d like to be.
She moves toward me but thinks twice and covers her eyes. “Can you put some clothes on,please?”
We can’t see shit in here with the fake candles on recessed shelves around the room, but there’s no mistaking herPreacher’s Wifeperformance. It’s like she hasn’t been around a dick or people fucking outside a bedroom. Maybe not the second, knowing her.
“You’re such a kid,” I say and lift her to me after I cover myself.
Justice is a pain in my ass even when she’s not being stubborn—which is never. She tries to wiggle free from my arm wrapped around her waist, and I laugh my ass off as her hands cover her face, shielding another glimpse at my shaft.
“Relax, I have a towel on. I won’t smack you in the face with my dick.” Light from the hallway reaches into the room when I open the door.
Jay spins on me when I put her down. “What the hell are you doing, Miles?” With our height difference, she’s yelling at my chest. Her breath comes out in an angry huff and blows a curl falling from a lazy bun out of her face.
I shrug. “Thought it was obvious. I would say it’s been a pleasure bumping into you again, but you interrupted my happy ending.” With Margaret. “Now be a good little girl and go back to your suite.” I motion to the locker room and nudge her to take the hint.
She stares at me with the same look she had when she Lysoled me during my last visit to her and Terrence’s house. “You’re disgusting.”
“Coming from you, Mother Teresa, I take that as a compliment,” I say and head back into the room.
The hum of water showers the space with white noise as an outline of petite curves comes into view. Water trickles down her breasts, and my dick springs back to life.
She fists me under my towel and licks her lips. “Where were we?”
Trying to forget Emma and remember your name.
