19
Hayley
Isilently watched Miles through the sliding glass doors where he was on the patio working out. His muscles flexed each time he brought down the barbell, his abs tightening with the movement as well.
“You know that man is head over heels for you, right?” Quinn asked as he moved to stand beside me.
I jerked back from the glass as if I had been burnt, turning to stare at Quinn with wide eyes, my cheeks flaming red. He laughed softly. “Miles wants you, Hayley,” Quinn reiterated.
I sighed. “The last man that was with me ended up dead, Quinn,” I reminded him, my heart twisting painfully in my chest as I thought of Damien bleeding out on the floor in front of me.
As attracted as I had always been to Miles, I couldn’t act on it. Everyone around me had a habit of dying, and I couldn’t take it if Miles ended up suffering that same, tragic fate.
Quinn shook his head. “That hit had nothing to do with you, Hayley,” Quinn informed me. My eyes widened at the new information. “Someone got their panties in a fucking bunch because Damien started doing business with Kaden Brookes.”
“I ran from here because the fucking guilt was too much, Quinn, and none of you thought I might have needed to know that?!” I shouted at him, fury lighting up my eyes. “If someone had thought to inform me that it wasn’t my goddamn fault, William would be fucking safe, and I wouldn’t be on the damn run!”
The sliding glass door opened, and Miles stepped through, his face unreadable as he looked between me and Quinn. “What’s going on?” he finally asked.
“You all can go fuck yourselves,” I snarled as I turned to storm away.
Miles grabbed my upper arm and swung me back around to face him. I stumbled slightly, my hands flattening on Miles’s bare chest. I saw Quinn walk away from us out of the corner of my eye. “What the fuck are you pissed about, Hayley?” Miles demanded.
“Was anyone going to fucking tell me that Damien’s death wasn’t my damn fault?” I demanded, tears burning at the backs of my eyes. “I’ve been living with guilt for two fucking years, Miles.”
“None of us knew what the attack was for until after you had already taken off in the middle of the fucking night, Hayley, so chill the fuck out,” he snapped back at me. I glared up at him. “Maybe if you had stuck around instead of running away with your tail between your goddamn legs, you would have known,” he retorted.
“What the fuck else did you expect me to do, Miles?!” I shouted at him. “Everywhere I looked, it was like Damien was there. I couldn’t fucking do it—not when I thought everything was all my fucking fault!”
“Fucking yell at me one more time, and I’ll shut you up,” Miles softly swore, barely contained rage swirling in his dark eyes.
Without thinking first, I spit up into his face. Wordlessly, Miles released me and picked up his discarded shirt off the back of the couch and used it to wipe his face. I swallowed thickly and took a step back from him when I saw the anger morphing on his features.
Miles was fucking terrifying when he got pissed.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he quietly snarled.
He gripped me by my waist and threw me over his shoulder, storming off towards his bedroom. “Miles, put me down!” I snapped, slapping my hands flat on his bare back—his very toned, beautifully sculpted back.
He tossed me unceremoniously onto his bed before he shut his bedroom door. I glared up at him, my chest heaving up and down with anger and yet, so much anticipation. Miles wasted no time in crawling on the bed and gripping the back of my neck, drawing my lips up to his. His tongue slipped between my lips, and the moment he slid his against my own, I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from me.
I ran my hands up his abs, feeling them tense and slightly ripple under my touch. He tilted my head back and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to my neck, making me moan and shudder beneath him, his name a soft plea for more on my lips.
He pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head and tossed it to the floor, an appreciative groan sounding from his chest as he took in my bare upper half. “Fuck, these tits,” he growled as he lowered his mouth, taking my right nipple between his lips.
I gasped, moaning loudly as I clutched at his shoulders, my head falling back as his skillful mouth worked its magic, his other hand pinching and rolling my other nipple, his hand molding my breast.
He moved down my body, his lips following the movement of his hands until he reached the sweats I was wearing. He tugged them down my legs and to the floor, leaving my body bare before him. Grabbing my hips, he lifted my lower half off of the bed and laid the flat of his tongue against my slit, applying pressure as he moved between my folds.
I gripped the sheets in my hands, moaning his name as he did it again—and a third time—before he sucked on my clit. My legs began trembling. I was so close to the edge already, and he had barely begun.
He gently nipped at my clit, and I came undone, his name falling from my lips on a choked sob. By the time I finally came down from my orgasm, Miles was leaning over me, his body completely bare. My eyes widened as they landed on his cock. He was larger than Damien had been, and I wasn’t sure if my body could take it. I hadn’t had sex since I left.
“Look at me,” Miles softly commanded.
I let my eyes meet his. He leaned down and kissed me. I moaned and twined my arms around his neck, my hands sliding into his soft hair. His beard gently scratched against my face as he deepened the kiss.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered against my lips as he gripped the back of my left knee and pulled it up.
He slid into me swiftly, a growl rumbling from deep within his chest as he did so. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet,” he groaned.
“Miles, please,” I whimpered, desperately needing him to continue now that I had adjusted.
He lifted himself up onto his elbows and moved out of me, pushing back in hard. My eyes practically rolled back into my head as I pressed my hands against his headboard to keep my body from being pushed up the bed as he continued to thrust in and out of me at a hard and fast pace.
I lost count of how many times I came before he finally came with me.
All I knew was that it was the best damn sex I had ever had in my life.