Page 27 of Deception & Daylight (Oak Ridge #3)

Mags

? Hands to Myself - Selena Gomez

I ’m in shock; that’s the only explanation for why I’m still standing here with my panties in my mouth and Miles Barlow on his fucking knees at my feet.

It’s depraved, but I can’t help but crave everything he’s offering; each sweet kiss and careful caress — I want it all.

“Breathe, Mags. I’m about to eat you alive, baby, and I’m fucking starving. ”

A muffled cry escapes around the fabric in my mouth as his tongue swipes along my soaked pussy, swirling over my clit in the most shiver inducing way.

He drapes my thigh over his shoulder, giving him better access while his fingers tease my entrance.

“Is this okay?” he asks, glancing up from beneath my skirt.

I nod my agreement and he doesn’t hesitate, plunging two fingers inside as he continues to devour me with his tongue and the occasional nip of his teeth.

He sucks my clit between his lips, dragging a muted moan from my lips.

That mouth should be classified as a deadly weapon.

My pussy clenches around his fingers, the orgasm building slowly with each stroke along my inner walls.

I’m completely at his mercy as he plays me like a goddamn fiddle, reading every sign my body gives as if it’s his to command. And maybe it is.

“Let go, Mags. I’ve got you.” His softly spoken reassurance is my undoing, plunging me headlong into oblivion, my muffled cries filling the alley as tears track down my cheeks unbidden.

Every nerve in my body is on fire as I collapse into his arms, a mess of tears and stuttered breaths.

He pulls the fabric out of my mouth and holds me almost reverently.

“That's my girl. So fucking beautiful when you come undone.”

“I’m not broken.” The words are out, and it’s too late to take them back. I clench my eyes shut, hoping I haven’t ruined the moment.

“Not broken,” he murmurs. “Never broken.” His lips gently touch my forehead as a silence falls between us.

He lets me fall apart in his arms, hands stroking over my hair.

As the powerful emotions fade, Miles assists me to my feet, softly brushing his thumbs across my tear-streaked cheeks. “Are you okay? Was it too much?”

“I’m okay,” I breathe. “Better than okay. Thank you.”

He barks out a laugh, that devastating smile that pulled me to him all those months ago beaming brightly in the darkened alley. My daylight. “Don’t think anybody’s ever thanked me for an orgasm before,” he says.

“Oh fuck, what about you?” I ask, glancing down at the bulge in his jeans.

“Baby… that was as good for me as it was for you,” he says, with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Do you mean…”

“Yeah, babe. I came in my pants like a horny teenager.” A giggle bubbles to the surface and I can’t contain my amusement. “Are you laughing at me, Wildcat?”

“Mmhmm. ”

With a predatory look in his eyes, he moves swiftly, throwing me over his shoulder, a stinging slap hitting my ass cheek with only the thin layer of my skirt as a barrier.

It’s only then that I realize he’s pocketed my panties.

My humiliation is complete as he sets me down in the middle of the festival, cheeks flushed and looking well-fucked after our disappearing act.

“Is this the part where y'all finally spill the beans about what happened between the two of you? ‘Cause it definitely looks like you’ve agreed to a truce. Very vigorously judging by the state of my bestie,” Paige remarks, pulling what looks to be a twig out of the tangled mess on my head. I don’t even want to know how that got there.

As though he’s read my mind, Miles says, “Vines on the building.”

Paige’s mouth drops open and Cade chuckles softly. “Outside, Miles? You couldn’t even wait to get her to the truck?”

“You’re one to talk. Didn’t you fuck in the bar last week? What about the roadside quickie I’ve heard so much about?”

“All behind closed doors. At least partially,” Cade says in half-hearted justification.

Miles has the audacity to look offended as he chimes in with his own defense. “Why are you blaming me? For all you know, Mags is insatiably horny, and she took me into the alley and made me see stars.”

“Stars? It was more like one of those Fourth of July sparklers at best,” I tease.

Cade shakes his head. “Now you’ve done it. I can’t save you this time, Mags.”

“What —” Before I can finish my sentence, I’m being lifted into the air, my legs automatically wrapping around Miles’ waist like a koala bear.

He effortlessly carries me like I weigh nothing.

It’s so ridiculous I have to laugh as I wave at my friends over his shoulder.

As we approa ch his truck, I try to shove out of his hold. “Put me down, Tarzan. I can walk.”

“Then I didn’t do a good enough job in the alley.

Let’s fix that,” he says, haphazardly tossing me into the backseat of his truck.

I scramble onto my elbows and before I know it, the door slams shut and Miles is tearing through the slit in my skirt, exposing my needy cunt and ruining my favorite outfit in the process.

“Fucking neanderthal,” I grumble.

“But I’m your neanderthal,” he replies, kissing up my thigh, sending my thoughts swirling back to our encounter in the alleyway.

Fuck, why does my body need him so badly?

This wasn’t supposed to happen. “Get out of your head, Mags.” He carefully strips my shirt over my head, and I watch on bated breath the moment he realizes I’ve been braless underneath.

His gaze darkens as he lays kisses along my belly until he reaches my right nipple and sucks it into his mouth, using his fingers to toy with the other breast until I’m panting and writhing beneath him.

I’ve never been into nipple stimulation, but that was before I had this infuriating man worshipping them.

I’m already on the edge of orgasm and he hasn’t even touched my pussy.

His mouth trails up my collarbone to my neck, nipping and sucking along the way until he finds a spot near my ear and sucks, marking me for the world to see, like I belong to him — I’ll play his game, for now, but I don’t belong to anyone.

His hand wraps around my throat as he pulls my earlobe between his teeth and my entire body shivers at the bite of pain while his other hand works to open the button of his jeans.

I hear the telltale sound of a zipper, and then he’s ripping off his shirt, giving me a tantalizing view of his gorgeous body in all its glory.

It’s not the first time I’m seeing Miles half naked, but it’s doing something different to my body now t hat I have him on top of me. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck yes,” I pant. He chuckles, leaning back to strip off his jeans, taking his boxers with them and, holy shit — he’s rock hard and ready to fuck me senseless.

His hand wraps around the base and when I meet his gaze, he’s smiling at me with those piercing blue eyes and the mouth that’s going to star in every one of my fantasies going forward.

I lick my lips, and he lunges at me, devouring my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue. “Don’t look at me like that, Wildcat. As much as I want to fuck this pretty mouth right now, I have other plans.”

“Show me.”

Without a second of hesitation, Miles pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling his thighs, his rock hard erection pressing right where I need him.

All I have to do is lift up slightly and sink down, but I decide to seek my own pleasure first, grinding down against his lap.

The tip hits my sensitive clit, eliciting a moan as I continue to swirl my hips.

He fists the hair at the back of my head and pulls, exposing my neck.

“Are you teasing me, Wildcat?” he asks through gritted teeth. “Put my cock where it belongs, baby.”

I lift onto my knees and reach between us, placing him at my entrance as I slowly sink down, inch by inch.

With one hand still fisted in my hair, the other wraps around my throat and he bucks up into me, forcing me to take him all the way in.

There’s a bite of pain before all I feel is deliciously full.

I let out a garbled moan as I begin to ride him.

“I want all of your sounds this time. Let me hear you scream my name as you come.”

Adding to the delicious fullness, he fucks me from below, hitting me deeper and harder than anything I’ve ever experienced.

There’s pain with the pleasure and it has my thighs trembling, sweat dripping off us in rivulets as he takes me to new heights.

He kisses me r oughly as his hand tightens around my throat, our foreheads pressing together, my moans and the slapping of our skin the only sounds filling the silence.

“Such a good fucking girl for me. Been dreaming about this pussy for years, but the fantasies don’t even come close.

Fuck. You're strangling my cock. Play with your clit, baby. I’m so close.

Need you to come with me.” His words barely register as I’m lost in the feel of him inside me and the blinding pleasure assaulting my senses.

But I do as I’m told, and it only takes a few strokes before I’m detonating around him, calling out his name like a curse and prayer.

His body stills as he fills me with his cum, thrusting into me slowly, as he empties himself completely.

His arms band around me, and I rest my head against his chest, listening to the frantic rhythm of his heart beating in tandem with my own. I melt into him as his fingertips glide over my spine in the sweetest caress, and it leaves behind an indescribable ache in my chest.

“Sparkler?” he asks.

“Stars. An entire galaxy.”

“Nothing has ever felt this good,” he murmurs almost as if he’s speaking to himself.

He’s right, and I’m terrified that nothing will ever come close.