Page 94 of Miles Apart
“Back to the way things were, when we weren’t arguing. We work, Emma. I’d wish you’d see it.”
What in the entire hell is happening?
“Is someone sick, Carter? Did you find out you have three days to live?”
Carter’s bark of laughter has me looking at my cell sideways. I can count on two fingers the number of times I’ve heard him laugh when it wasn’t at someone else’s expense. “Give us a chance, Emma. A real one. With Miles gone—”
“He’s not gone.”
Our conversation fades from Carter professing his love to hushed stillness. “Emma.” My name is bitter on his lips.There you are.“You’re smarter than this. He left you once, and he’ll do it again. It was always us. We’ve wasted enough time. I’ll treat you better. I’m better for your family.”
“I was waiting for your ego to show. We tolerate each other, Carter. You’re in love with yourself and my family.” I chuckle. “Miles is a bigger threat to you than I thought.”
“He’s nothing!” Carter’s hand slamming onto a hard surface echoes through the phone. “I’ve been here, and I’m not going anywhere. You’ll see.”
By four, I’m running on fumes between meetings when Mal comes in with a vase of flowers in a mason jar and a brown paper bag.
“Aren’t you popular today?” She winks before walking out.
These are more subtle than the roses eclipsing half of my space, but they’re beautiful nonetheless. Blush and sherbet-orange garden roses bloom in an arrangement of ranunculus, anemone, solomio, and eucalyptus. The colors are soft touches of off-white hues.
I pull the small card from the envelope and smile.
Got you something to match your free spirit instead of that “off with her head” shit on your desk.
I snort at hisAlice in Wonderlandreference. My favorite Disney movie.
These reminded me of you.
See you soon,
Miles
PS: Open the bag. I know your ass is grouchy this time of day.
“You don’t know shit,” I mutter to no one through a smirk. But I am getting grouchy, and I am low on snacks.
I pull out Greek vanilla yogurt, oat clusters, a small container of mixed berries, and a Heath bar. All of the necessary ingredients for a mini parfait.
“Damn you, Miles.”
My vision blurs at his random act of kindness, pushing against the last of my resolve to keep him far away from my heart, which he already took up residence in long ago.
Chapter 44
Miles
Is it too much to ask to eat pussy in peace?
I ignore my phone for the third time. Whoever it is will have to pray about it. I’m busy.
Emma’s body quivers under me, tightening the vise grip of her thighs, which are about to pop my head off. “What you running for?” I nip her clit. My hands curl around her outer thighs to pull her further into my mouth.
“I’m. Coming. Again.” Emma surrenders to the orgasm, bucking her hips. She plants her feet on the bed and rolls her body into the hard strokes of my tongue. Em’s scream floods her bedroom in a mix of pants and cries.
I slurp her nectar and French kiss her lips. Emma’s pussy has me swinging my feet in the air. I could suck on it all day, and I plan to stay between her legs like I pay rent there. I’m tired as hell from the red-eye I took from Jersey, but I have my priorities, and Em is number one.
Leaving Emma for weeks again took effort. Business on the East Coast required my presence, but I called and texted. Yeah,that’s not normal behavior for me, but I’m trying. I even used a few of those love emojis.
