I refused to let my neglected, horny ass body win over. Rolling my eyes and not acknowledging his presence, I went to shut the door, but he stopped it with his foot. All I could see were those stupid, sexy dimples of his.
Ugh.
“Not now, Miles. I’d like to finish out this shitty birthday, crawl into bed, and wake up to this all being some weird ass dream.”
“Trust me, Kynslee, this isn’t a dream. I need you to slip this on your finger now. We made a deal after all.”
Miles held up the ring. Did he really think he could just walk into my life after all this time and think I would drop to my knees and give in?
Hell. No.
“No.”
“You made me a promise.”
“Yeah, well, you made me one too, and broke it a couple of times, if I remember correctly.” He winced and I knew that bastard remembered the morning in my parents’ barn. He remembered telling me he wanted a future with me when he was moving inside of me. Telling me what he thought I had wanted to hear. And why, for sex? Hell, I would have slept with him no matter what because I was the stupid girl who was in love with a guy who didn’t want to be with me.
Patty walked up behind me and said, “Hey, Miles. You’re looking awfully good. Time has definitely been kind to you all these years.”
“How’s it going, Patty?” Miles asked, giving her a wink. When Patty giggled, I shot her a dirty look. She was officially a traitor, family or not.
Oh. My. God. Is she seriously batting her eyelashes at him?
“Patty, I believe you were leaving,” I stated.
“What was that?” she asked, still staring at Miles.
“I think you were on your way out.”
“No, I wasn’t leaving,” Patty replied, giving Miles a sexy smirk.
I grabbed her purse off the table and pushed it into her stomach as I directed her toward the door. “Goodbye, Patty.”
One good push and she stumbled out. Miles moved out of the way, barely avoiding her exit, and then proceeded to walk into my house, uninvited.
“Wait, I wasn’t inviting you in!” I cried out.
He leaned down and kissed me quickly on the lips before walking farther into my place. My fingers brushed against my tingling mouth, and I caught Patty looking back, smiling with that Cheshire cat grin that yelled, I told you so. For a brief moment I had been stunned by the unexpected contact, and she knew it. She gave me a thumbs up and went to shout something. but I slammed the door. I’d deal with that later.
I spun on my heel and followed Miles into my living room.
“So, you show up here after all this time and honestly think I’m going to marry you? Miles, are you insane?”
“No. We made a promise.”
“When we were eighteen!”
“So.”
“Surely there’s a statute of limitations on promises made when you are barely an adult. Why haven’t you married someone else, anyway?”
He sat down on the sofa. “It would have been too hard to keep a relationship going while I was gone. Hell, I hardly saw my family, so having a wife or a girlfriend wasn’t even on my radar. And before you ask your next question, no, I wasn’t celibate all those years, either. I had friends every now and then.”
Why that made my stomach hurt was beyond me.
“So, you’re trying to tell me you’re a manwhore?” I said, a tinge of hurt in my voice.
He laughed. “No. I said every now and then. None of them meant anything, Kynslee, and it’s been awhile. A long while, actually.”
“I see. So, you have sex with random women to simply scratch an itch?”
His eyes turned dark, and I couldn’t tell if that comment had made him mad or affected him in some other way. “No,” he stated firmly. “It kept my mind off of remembering the times I made love to you.”
I nearly swallowed my tongue. The memory of Miles doing just that surged through me, causing my lower stomach to pull in desire. His fingers twisting in my hair while he pulled out of me and then pushed back in. The smell of the hay, leather, horses, it assaulted me all at once and I had the urge to squeeze my legs together to keep from touching myself.
I’m never going this long without sex again.
Needing to refocus this conversation, I said, “Miles. We are not getting married so it’s pointless that you are here.”
“No, it’s not, and yes, we are.”
Laughing, I replied, “No, we are not. You don’t even love me.”
He stared into my eyes as if he wanted to argue but didn’t say a word. It was me who finally broke off the moment.
“Miles, this is insane. Give me one good reason why you have come back to town to ‘cash in’ as you so romantically put it.”