Page 53 of Mutual Obsession (Rivals of Blackthorn #2)
A fter that crazy night together, where we established the boundaries of our relationship, and agreed to make it work with the three of us, the days have passed by in a blissful haze.
It took Jake just two days to order a bed big enough for the three of us to sleep in, and now we’re all staying in Jake’s master suite. Miles was worried about me changing bedrooms again, thinking that my nightmares might return, and it was something I was concerned about, too.
Luckily, I haven’t had a single bad dream, and I think I owe it all to my guys. I feel safer with them than I ever have before, and although I still constantly check to make sure nobody is coming for me, I’m allowing myself to relax.
Whilst we’ve spent a lot of time, over the last week or two, getting acquainted all together, it occurred to me the other day that I’ve not spent any time with just Miles. He’s so busy with Marcus, and when he’s home, Jake is here, too.
It’s rare that I’m alone with Miles, and I miss the time we used to share when it was just the two of us in my bed. That was when he’d open up to me, showing his vulnerable side, and although I wouldn’t change what we have with Jake, I miss that time.
So today, while Jake has a whole day of meetings planned with his father, Miles has agreed to hang out with me. I don’t have to go into work, so we can go out and just spend time with each other.
Although we’ve discussed a lot of our issues from the past, we’ve never spoken about it in detail, just the two of us. I guess my insecurities need to make sure he’s forgiven me, and that he really means it when he says he trusts me.
Once Jake has left for work, grumbling about missing out on spending the day with us, I turn to Miles with a big smile on my face. I’m so excited, I’m practically bouncing where I stand.
I watch as Miles takes in my eager state, trying his hardest not to smile. I catch the way his gaze rakes over the light-blue sundress I’m wearing. It scoops low enough on the neckline to show off a decent amount of cleavage, held up by the tiniest spaghetti straps.
The dress is tight along the curves of my body, showing off the shape of my waist, before flaring out just a little over my hips. The hem stops a few inches above my knees, and the small heel I’m wearing makes my exposed legs seem longer.
The light-blue colour of the dress, along with the thin material, and the way the fabric clings to me, leaves no doubt I’m not wearing a bra underneath. My pebbled nipples are straining against the soft fabric, having hardened thanks to the feel of the material rubbing against them.
I reluctantly pulled on a matching blue lace thong, opting for that as it would show the least amount of lines underneath. I considered going without completely, but knowing how much Miles affects me, I decided against it.
“You look…beautiful,” Miles says, his eyes flaring with heat.
I bite my lower lip to keep from grinning too much, but I know he can see how pleased I am with his compliment. “You didn’t sound sure.” Even though I know he means it, the slight pause allowed my self-doubt to creep in.
Miles walks towards me, my breath hitching at his intense stare. He stops right in front of me, so close I can feel his breath against my lips. He places his hand on my cheek, and I can’t help but lean in to his touch.
His lips next to my ear sends a shiver down my spine as he presses a kiss to my neck. “I paused because I wanted to find the right word, but then I realised there’s no word in existence to describe how fucking gorgeous you are.”
I can’t help it, I fucking melt on hearing his words. That’s it, I’m dead. I can die happy now after hearing that.
Miles presses a soft kiss against my lips, pulling back before I get the chance to deepen it. “What shall we do today?” he asks.
I had a whole day planned, but as soon as he asks, all I can think about is dragging him back into the bedroom and letting him have his way with me for the entire day.
Miles must be able to see my internal debate as he chuckles, stroking his thumb along my cheek. “Let me rephrase the question. What shall we do today that involves going outside?”
I scowl at him for ruining my new plans, but he just chuckles. With a huff, I revert back to my original idea, pushing the other plan away to revisit again later. “I was thinking we could see a movie, and then maybe go for some lunch?”
I shuffle nervously in front of him, wondering if he’ll remember the significance of the day I’ve planned. When his signature smirk lifts into a smile, my nerves fizzle.
“Just like our first date,” he says.
I nod, breathing a sigh of relief that he remembered. Although the night at the bar will always be our meet-cute moment, the date we went on the next night will forever be special to me, as it’s the moment I realised I wanted to break all of my rules for Miles.
Miles drops his hand from my cheek and reaches down to lace his fingers with mine, pulling me towards the door. I let him go ahead of me, giving me a moment to admire his arse in the tight black jeans he’s wearing.
I’m so used to seeing Miles in a suit, looking every bit the gorgeous professional that he is, but there’s no denying his casual look gets me running hot, too.
The dark jeans cling to him in all the right places, emphasising his sexy arse and thighs—hence why I held back to get a good look. He’s paired them with a dark grey T-shirt that stretches over his biceps, showing off all of his rippling muscles.
Although Miles is more lean than a typical bodyguard, he’s got muscles and hard lines in all the right places, and the tightness of his shirt emphasises them perfectly.
When he throws his leather jacket over the top, I thought I’d mourn the loss of his muscular arms, but it seems to complete his look, matching his biker boots in a way that makes him look every bit as dangerous as he is.
I know I’m staring, and it’s a small miracle I’m not drooling, but I’m just about managing to hold myself together—until Miles turns around and catches me staring. The knowing glint in his eyes, along with his growing smirk, has my cheeks heating with embarrassment.
“Do you see something you like, Gorgeous Girl?” he asks, his voice deep and gravelly.
I nod slowly, my reply coming out far more breathy than I intended. “Yes. You.”
He pulls on the hand, dragging me forward until my body slams against his, and he wraps his free arm around my waist. He captures my mouth with a searing kiss before pulling away far too soon.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to fuck you right here against the wall, and we’ll never leave. So, be a good girl and we can go on our date,” he tells me, slapping my arse for effect.
I let out a quick yelp from the unexpected contact, but my brain is too full of sex haze to say too much. “Okay.”
Miles chuckles as he pulls me out the door, locking it behind us, before leading me over to his car. Once we’re settled with our seatbelts on, the sex haze seems to clear, and we’re able to have a normal conversation during the journey.
During the drive, whilst we’re talking about anything and everything, just like old times, there’s a nagging part of my brain thinking that opting to wear a thong was a fucking great idea.
Had I gone commando, like I was planning, there would be a very large, very visible wet patch on the back of my dress now, and my desire for Miles would be more than evident.
Small fucking mercies , I think to myself.
Once we arrive at the cinema, we look over the film options and decide on a horror movie. It’s one of those films that looks like it will be so terrible, it will have you hooked. We grab a large drink and popcorn to share, and head down the corridor to find our screen.
As it’s a weekday morning, there are very few people around, let alone watching the horror movie that has been showing for a couple of weeks. We take our seats at the very back, noting there are only four other people in the room with us.
There’s two women in the very front row, and two young lads about ten rows in front of us, but at the opposite end of the row to where our seats are. As the lights dim and the pre-film adverts play, I settle into the chair, leaning my head against Miles’ shoulder.
He wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his side as we both relax to watch the film. He turns, so he’s able to whisper in my ear. “I remember sitting with you on our very first real date, wishing I could put my arm around you, but you were so skittish back then.”
I lift my gaze to meet his piercing blue eyes, wondering if I should voice the nagging concern at the back of my mind or not. The way Miles smiles at me, pushing me to talk, spurs me on.
“Does it bother you when we talk about the past? I know I hurt you so much, and I’m beyond grateful for the second chance you’re giving me. I guess I just don’t want to ruin things between us by reminding you of the hurt I caused.”
Miles shakes his head rapidly, his beautiful eyes staring at me so intently, it’s like he’s trying to see into my soul. “I love talking about our past. Yes, there were some painful times, but our time together was some of the happiest days of my life. Why would I not want to remember that?”
I can hear how much he means it, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I pull the conversation back to where we were before I brought up the past.
“On our date, I wanted you to touch me, and that terrified me, as I’d never felt like that with anyone. Anytime our arms touched, it sent a shiver through me.”
He presses a sweet kiss to the sensitive spot just below my ear. “I was painfully hard throughout the film for that very reason. Every time you brushed against me, my body felt like it was on fire.”
I can hear the film starting in the background, but everything around us falls away as Miles presses soft kisses along my neck and jaw.