Page 61 of Final Temptation
She didn’t deserve that.
“I like the sound of that.” She grazed my leg with hers, and the feeling of her skin sliding against mine triggered my cock to pulse with arousal for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.
“Wow, it sure is easy to get you going. I can feel your dick stabbing my back.” I grabbed a handful of bubbles in my hand, playfully blowing them toward her face.
“Hey! I’m trying to relax here, and not only are you trying to kill me with your penis, but you’re trying to blind me with bubbles? Rude.” She moved back, wrapping her arms around my neck, and started to tug at my hair.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! My dick just has a mind of its own. What can I say?” We both chuckled, and I pulled my hands back to rest on her stomach, calling a truce.
“I don’t want it to feel like I’m jumping the gun here when I ask what I’m about to ask, but I know where we stand with the whole friends with benefits thing, and also enjoying each other’s company, and we’re playing this all by ear and…” Sophie continued to ramble before I cut in.
“What is it you want to ask, Soph?” My voice turned stern.
“I was just wondering if you were still on that dating app? Or any of them for that matter?”
“Well, I was talking to this girl; fuck, she’s out of thisworld sexy too. We only exchanged a few messages, and then she was asking me to move in with her.”
“Oh my God, shut the fuck up.” Sophie’s head fell back in laughter. “You were the one who offered your roommate services to me, you and I both know that!” She turned her body so that her back was now resting at the other end, and her feet were inching dangerously close to my junk.
“I’ve offered you a couple different services since you messaged me that night, haven’t I?” I wiggled my eyebrows.
Her eyes narrowed across the tub.
“In all seriousness though…” She brought the conversation back to her original question.
“I haven’t touched those apps since you reached out to me, Soph. I’ve been a little distracted by wanting you to even bother with them.” I could tell by the way her lips ticked up that I had given her the right answer.
“I’d be happy to delete the apps from my phone altogether if that makes you more at ease,” I added.
“Do what you want. I trust you, Myles.” The water threatened to spill over the tub when she crawled to my end, straddling me.
Her legs hugged mine, her pussy pressed against my cock, but the look in her eyes didn’t tell me she wanted another round, at least not yet. Her gentle fingers swiped at the loose, wet strands of hair hanging on my forehead.
“I know you have a lot going on in this head of yours.” She continued to toy with my hair, now running both hands through it. My eyes refused to stay open as they slowly shut, and my head tipped back. I leaned into her touch, eating up every second her hands were on me.
“Mhmm,” I groaned. She had the ability to make my body feel empty of any worries or anxiety.
“I hope you know, I’m here for you. When it gets loudin there. When the dreams get really bad. When you’re feeling weak and tempted, like you were earlier today at the pool. There are perks to having someone in your corner you care about on an intimate level. When the noise gets so loud and you feel like you can’t do it on your own, that’s when you tag me in.” My eyes blinked open, the softness in her voice feeling like a warm blanket hugging me on a cold night.
“I’m hoping by having you in my corner, my load begins to lighten. I guess we will see how it goes when I fall asleep with you in my arms tonight. Worked out well for me the last time, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I craved your comfort every night since.” I brushed her cheek with my thumb.
“Well, you can count on me to be in bed with you going forward, if you’ll have me.” Her offer was tempting—enticing.
Why did it all feel too good to be true? Why did it feel like I was bound to fuck this all up like I had with everything else in my life?
Why was it so hard to believe that with Sophie by my side, sleeping in my bed, our feelings out in the open, and my sobriety still intact, that my demons weren’t done haunting me?
Because you almost slipped up. You were two seconds away from ending your sobriety. You fucked up and haven’t told a soul. Pretending it didn’t happen will only work for so long before you snap.
Our tripto Las Vegas felt like a dream. Almost a month had passed, yet I thought about it every day. How seamless it felt being somewhere away from home, without the thoughts of everyone around us getting in the way—real-world life and issues, all a million miles away. In between meals, shows, and moments spent with Paige and Declan, it was just Myles and me in a hotel room, exploring each other’s bodies, getting to know each other better than we’d ever known anyone else. Taking full advantage of one another.
A weekend away in Vegas was the perfect excuse to be open and wild, unlike any version of myself I’d seen before. Myles brought out another side to me, and I found myself wanting to spill all my secrets, willing him to use my body however he pleased.
Here at home? Life was still great. But we were stuck in a continuous loop of real life. Me, trying to figure out the first steps to take regarding my future and wanting to run a business. With Myles, his routine was important—it kept him sober, and I supported that.
After he confided in me about feeling tempted, I threw out all the alcohol in the house. The occasional glass of wine and a dirty martini while watching reality TV wasn’t worth riskinghis sobriety or the itch to have a drink after a hard day.
I’d be lying if I said being back at home didn't dim what I thought Myles and I could be. We slept together every night and fooled around for hours, denying ourselves any sleep. But something was off in that head of his. His mind didn’t seem clear, and I felt him holding back. While our physical connection was through the roof, our conversations seemed to stay surface-level these days.
