Page 119 of Their Knotty Pack
"Oh, please. You brood so hard, you put Edward Cullen to shame." He turns to face me, and I match him, until our chests are almost touching.
"Did you just compare me to a fictional, sparkly, vampire?"
"As opposed to the very commonnon-fictional, sparkly vampires running around?" He suppresses a smirk.
I can't keep the laugh out of my voice. "You're a brat."
"Better a brat than a blood-sucking creature who shines like diamonds in the sun." But his hands are on my chest, almost unconsciously, and mine are gripping his waist.
I don't know who moves first, but one moment we're grinning dopily at each other, and the next our mouths are crashing together, our tongues tangling. He tastes like blueberry and dark chocolate, and something distinctlyMiles. Cuddling on the couch. Him throwing pillows at me. The excitement in his voice when he talks about something he loves.
Our hard cocks grind together under our clothing as I hold him closer to me, his hips bucking slightly against me.
"I…" hepulls back, his chest heaving as his eyes search mine, "I want you to fuck me, Kieran."
His expression hold something back, though.
"But…?" I ask, placing a finger under his chin.
He gives me a small smile before shaking his head. "But, I've never…neverbeenfucked. Like that."
"By a guy?" My brows shoot up. I don't know why that surprises me so much, but it does. Maybe because he's been so comfortable kissing me…among other things.
"Yeah." He huffs a breath. "Don't get me wrong, I'm intimately familiar with everything up to the fucking part, I just never met a guy that I…trusted enough."
My heart clenches at his words. Does that mean…hetrustsme?
"What would make you feel more comfortable?" I ask, moving my hand from his chin to cup his cheek. He leans into the contact.
"I think…"
"I volunteer as tribute!" Bethany's voice sounds from the deck, and Miles and I turn, giving her a questioning look.
"Tribute for what, nymph?" Miles asks, an amused smile on his face.
"I don't know," she shrugs, bounding down the steps to join us, also still in her work clothes. "I just saw you two all cozy down here and wanted to insert myself into the situation."
She seems better today. Maybe some time at work, getting her mind off things, helped a bit. "Oh, baby, you know you're welcome in my situationanytime." Miles grins, pulling her over to him by her belt loops. "In fact, I was just telling Kieran that I wanted him to…situateme."
Her eyes dart between us, and then realization dawns on her features. "Ohhh," she says knowingly. "Did you…did you ever figure out how to get past that…mental block?"
Wow, they really do tell each other everything.
"I was just about to tell him before you burst in, heroically volunteering as tribute," he teases, but her smile falls a little.
"Oh," her cheeks redden slightly, "sorry."
"What? No, don't be sorry. What part of 'any time', made you think you had to be sorry?"
"I don't know…ah…" aaand, she's searching for an exit.
"I made you something!" I blurt out, and her eyes land on me in shock. Before she can say anything, I'm moving to the table where the stain is drying. "It's still wet, but look! You can put them anywhere you want. The nest, the living room, wherever."
"Are those…?" She walks closer, her fingers flexing like she wants to touch, but then thinks better of it. "Are those holes for the pots of my plants?"
My cheeks heat again. Fuck, I'm not good at this shit.
Miles smiles at me like I'm just fuckingadorable,and my fingers itch to throw him over my lap and spank him. Brat.
