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Chapter 12

Miles

“ I booked a room with two queen beds, and you're telling me you have nothing?” I say to the gentleman at the front desk, who looks increasingly annoyed that we’re still standing here.

“I understand, sir. However, we don't have any rooms with two queen beds available right now, so I'm not sure how else I can assist you.”

“Find me a room,” I deadpan. “That would be the best place to start, especially considering I've already been charged for the room you're now telling me I won't get.”

His eyes widen as he looks down at his computer, probably realizing I’m not bullshitting him and that I had already booked and paid for a room. His fingers fly over the keyboard as he bites his cheek. Stella and I stand there in silence while he works, and eventually, another gentleman makes his way over.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Henderson. I wanted to apologize for the inconvenience. It seems there's an issue with our scheduling system, and it shows that the room you had reserved has been double-booked. That said, if you're okay with an upgrade, we do have one available option.”

“That'll be perfect.”

“The only issue is I see that you booked a double queen room. This room is a suite and only has a king-sized bed. Will that be an acceptable accommodation for you both?”

I glance over at Stella, my nerves kicking in at the thought of sharing a bed with her. I mean…it's not like we haven't done things already, but I’ve been doing everything I can since then to put some distance between us, trying not to be so tempted to touch her. That’s why I thought I was being smart when I booked the last room that had two beds.

Sharing a room— and a bed—with this woman will definitely push the limits of my self-control.

“That’ll be fine,” I say, looking back at the gentleman standing there while his coworker finishes getting everything squared away on the computer before passing me the envelope with our key cards.

“Again, I apologize for the inconvenience, but I hope this will make up for it. There’s a complimentary bottle of champagne waiting for you both upstairs. Please enjoy your stay, and don’t hesitate to call down if you need anything.”

I grab both mine and Stella’s bags as we walk away, heading toward the elevator and quickly making our way to the top. Stepping out, we find that our room takes up the entire floor as we walk into an entryway leading to it. I’ve stayed in some nice hotels before, but this one easily takes the cake for extravagance.

“This is stunning,” Stella says, quickly glancing around the suite and immediately going straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows to take in our view. “I can’t believe we are up so high. It feels like you can see the entire city from up here.”

I move closer to look as well, my gaze shifting to Stella while she stares down below. She’s beautiful, her glossy hazel eyes filled with wonder as she takes in the city I’ve loved my entire life. Being here, in a place I’ve always called home, with this incredible woman who I’m learning means more to me than I ever realized…it’s eye-opening.

“It is stunning,” I say. “Do you want to get ready to go explore? I know it's only five o’clock, but we could grab some drinks and dinner during happy hour.”

Because that's exactly what we need—alcohol to lower our inhibitions more than they already are.

“Really? I would love to go see the city! Do you know where we could go for happy hour?” Stella says, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Want to just walk the streets and see what we find?”

“Sure. I'll get ready, and then we can head out?”

“Sounds good. Can I pop this champagne and bring you a glass?” I offer as I reach for the bottle.

“Say less. Let's get this night started.”

The nightlife in Nashville is always wild and crazy, but in a way that feels more manageable than, say, Las Vegas or even back home in New York. There are still bars lining the streets, lots of dancing and drinking, and people out celebrating life, but it doesn’t feel as risky as it sometimes does in other party cities.

I’ve always loved the bars here, especially because most are a couple of stories tall, with each floor playing a different style of music. The first floor might have the typical country music, but climb up another level and you could find oldies, and above that, hip hop or rock. There’s music for everyone, which makes it so much fun to see such a huge variety of people all together, having a good time.

Tonight will probably be a little less crazy, though, since it’s just Stella and me out together. I doubt we’ll be getting too wild. Although we did finish that bottle of champagne before we left, which gave her a little more time to get ready. I threw on some hockey, drank champagne, and waited for her to finish her hair.

By the time she made it out into the living room, we’d both already had two glasses of champagne and were feeling a little warm and toasty. After finishing the rest of the bottle and heading out to the bars, we were both pretty buzzed.

“Want to go upstairs and check it out? I feel like dancing,” Stella shouts into my ear as we stand at a table on the first floor of the bar, listening to someone cover Garth Brooks. His vocals are pretty good, but there aren’t many people on the dance floor, so it doesn't seem like this is where the party’s at.

“Sure,” I say loudly, and we make our way toward the stairs.

The higher we go, the more crowded it gets, even just on the landings right after the stairs. By the time we reach the floor we want, the space is packed. We try to maneuver through it, but it's challenging—until Stella grabs my hand, pulling me along like she’s floating between the swarm of people. I’m impressed by how easily she weaves her way in such a thick crowd, especially while pulling someone as big as I am along with her.

We make our way to the bar, and thankfully, the line isn’t too long. Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “I need to use the washroom. Want to grab a table?”

“Why don’t I get us a drink, and then we can find a table when you’re back?”

“Alright,” I say, instantly regretting the need to go. Reaching for my wallet, I pull out my card. “Start a tab for us.”

Reluctantly, she takes the card, and I head over to the bathrooms. I walk right in, while the line for the girls stretches a mile long. Probably because they really do travel in packs, whereas I just want to get in, do my business, and get back out there to Stella.

After washing my hands, I head back out into the bar, navigating through the sea of people while keeping an eye out for Stella. Thankfully, I spot her blonde hair immediately, still by the bar—only now, she has someone with her.

Someone who’s way too close to her…who’s a guy…and is not me.

Suddenly, I’m able to walk through this crowd with ease—either that or I’ve forgotten all the manners my mama taught me. My eyes stay locked on the target as I get closer to Stella.

What if she likes the guy she’s talking to? What if that’s who she’d rather bring back to the hotel tonight?

Fat fucking chance, buckaroo.

I step up behind her, slip my arm around her waist, and pull her back into me. She jumps before she realizes it’s me. “Oh, you scared me,” she giggles, leaning back into me like this is something we do all the time.

It’s a comfort I immediately notice, but also a realization that, deep down—tucked away in a box labeled “Feelings for Rex’s Baby Sister” which will probably be used as evidence when I go directly to hell—I want Stella to be mine.

At least, that’s how it feels when you realize the protectiveness you have for a woman isn’t because of who her brother is to you…it’s about who she is to you.

It’s like I’m betraying Rex…but in this moment, I’m not willing to change it if it means not touching her. Especially if it means letting this slimeball touch her.

“Sorry, that took so long, baby. Were you able to grab our drinks?” I ask, looking down into her hazel eyes, the green in them more prominent under these lights.

“Yeah, they’re making them right now,” she says with a smile before turning back to the guy still standing there.

Reaching past Stella, I extend one arm to shake his hand. “Miles,” I say, giving a slight chin bump, leaving it at that, hoping it’s enough to make him back off.

Let’s be clear, I’ll stake a claim if it comes down to it, but only if necessary. Again.

Rex’s. Baby. Sister.

“I’m Tyler,” he says, eyeing the way my other arm is still wrapped around Stella, her hands gripping me as if she’s afraid she’ll lose my embrace. He must get the hint because he just mutters, “Bye.” and walks off.

“Thanks,” she says, turning her head to look back up at me, her smile wide, her plump pink lips looking delicious. I’m so tempted to lean down and taste them.

Fucking her on the dance floor is frowned upon, and you know the second your lips touch hers, it’s on like Donkey Kong.

“Of course. As long as you mean it. If you want to talk to him, I can go grab a table,” I say, quickly wondering if I overstepped here. What if she actually did want to talk to him, and I just swooped in and cock blocked her?

“Miles, don’t be ridiculous. I came here with you. I want to hang out with you. And I want to leave with you,” Stella says, the innuendo in that last statement sending blood directly to my cock.

Leaning down, I graze my teeth along her earlobe before biting it, a smidge past the point of discomfort. She doesn’t flinch, her lips parting as her breath becomes shallower and her ass presses against my groin. I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear, “Stella, you can’t say things like that to me.”

“What did I say wrong?” she asks, a devilish gleam in her eye that tells me she knows exactly what she did. Gliding my hand up the front of her body to rest on her throat, I hold her there as I breathe in her scent. Slowly, I run my tongue from her shoulder up the column of her neck.

“You know damn well the way you meant that, and you know damn well why we shouldn’t do that.”

“He’d never need to know. Do you think I tell my brother about every man I fuck?” she says, her tone clipped as the sass slips out, only turning me on more. The urge to fuck the sass out of her is almost unbearable.

Well, it’s a toss-up between that and wanting to fill her throat with my cock, forcing the sass into silence.

“I would recommend not talking about other men you’ve fucked around me right now, especially not in public when you’re already in such a vulnerable position.”

“Do you hear me complaining?” she asks, her ass pushing further into me, grinding against my hardening cock. “You don’t seem to be complaining too much either…at least not internally,” Stella hums. “But if you’re so worried about running to ‘Daddy Rex’ to spill our secrets, then why interrupt a conversation with someone who might’ve been interested in seeing me naked?”

Reluctantly I let go of her, grabbing the shots she ordered, and passing one to her after removing the lime from the rim. “Cheers,” I tell her, clinking my glass to hers. We both take our shots, but Stella stands there blinking and frozen in place for a moment, confused by the abrupt change in my attitude before slowly knocking the shot back. I wave over the bartender and close our tab, before taking her hand and pulling her back through the crowd.

“What is happening right now,” she says, following closely behind me.

“You poked the bear,” I tell her when we reach the stairs.

“What does that mean?” she asks, her eyes wide.

“It means I’m getting you naked.”

Stumbling into the hotel room, I pull her into the bedroom, her body melting into mine as I press her against the wall. I move to pin her hands above her head, kissing her neck as I inhale her intoxicating scent. She smells like vanilla and cinnamon—scents that are probably ingrained into her DNA by now—but there’s also an earthy, woodsy undertone that, combined, is euphoric.

“Don’t move your hands,” I growl, removing mine and moving them down to her shirt. I lift it up over her head, tossing it to the floor, followed immediately by her bra. She’s gorgeous, the porcelain skin of her breasts leading to her rosy nipples that I want to tweak and bite until she’s screaming.

Moving to her jean shorts, I pop the button and slowly unzip them, dragging the zipper down at a pace that feels torturous for both of us. Pulling the denim off her long legs, her blue lace underwear coming along with them, I leave her completely bare in front of me.

I drop to my knees and lean into her body, lifting one leg up and over my shoulder to give me better access. “You’ve been teasing me, Stell.”

“I—I haven’t,” she stutters as I run my tongue from the inside of her knee all the way to her core.

“You have. You’ve been off-limits; you know that. That means you’re supposed to be nice, not tempt me,” I tell her, moving up to kiss her pubic bone, her body trembling beneath me.

“Has it worked?” she whispers, her tone almost pleading as I slide back down.

“You’re naked, aren’t you?” I say, looking up at her as I blow on her clit.

“But you aren’t,” she adds, her face disappointed as she looks down at me, my jeans and t-shirt still on.

“Then be a good girl and undress me,” I say, moving to stand in front of her.

Her eyes widen just slightly, but she wastes no time reaching for my jeans, working the button and zipper before pulling both my pants and briefs down in one smooth motion. As I step out of them, she grips my t-shirt, lifting it up and over my head before tossing it in the pile with her clothes.

They look good there, together, in a mess on the floor.

“Much better,” she coos, a satisfied smile on her lips as her gaze roams up and down my body.

“Now, where were we?” I say, dropping to my knees.

She watches me with fire in her eyes as I look up at her, her leg instinctively lifting to reclaim its place on my shoulder. I wrap my fingers just above her knee and press gentle kisses against her inner thigh. “You’re such a good girl,” I whisper praise against her skin, tracing my words with my tongue as I slowly make my way toward her core.

“Miles,” she says on an exasperated breath. “Please stop teasing me,” she begs, her hands moving to grab hold of me, but I snatch them up with one of mine, holding them still while my other hand continues teasing her center, my touch roaming everywhere except the exact place she needs. Running my fingers gently over her clit, her eyes roll back at the contact before I pull them away completely.

“You’re not in charge right now, Stell, and I think you know that,” I say. “I also think you like not being in charge. You like handing over control in the bedroom. Am I right?”

She nods, her pupils dilating as I flatten my tongue along her core, gliding it to her clit and latching on as she squirms beneath me.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Yes,” she moans, and I reward her by slipping two fingers inside her as I suck her clit.

“Then stop fighting this and let me enjoy. I’ve been waiting for far too long to really taste you.”

Without waiting any longer, my mouth is back on her, my tongue licking as my fingers slide in and out of her wet cunt, slowly working her to take my size. Her petite body needs these orgasms so she doesn’t feel like she’s being split in two when I finally fuck her.

It doesn’t take long. The moment I insert a third finger inside her, her legs quiver as I slowly drag her closer and closer to that drop-off. Her entire body begins to tighten, on the verge of the free fall into euphoria when an orgasm overtakes your entire body.

She’s stunning. Watching Stella come again is just as incredible as the first time—her cheeks rosy, her eyes hazy as she looks down at me. I lick my lips clean and rise to my feet in front of her. She follows my every move, watching me cautiously as she presses off the wall. In this moment, none of the consequences matter.

Dropping to her knees, she looks beautiful sitting there, her hands in her lap as she gazes up at my dick with admiration. It’s a huge boost to my confidence; the excitement in her eyes is so intense that I nearly blow my load. When she licks her lips and stares at my cock, my hips jut forward, eager to close the gap as she tentatively reaches out. The moment her fingers brush against me, every part of my mind is consumed with her and what we’re about to do. On pleasing her. Enjoying her. Fucking her.

I want it all, and right now, the only thing that matters is slowly working my way down the Stella Fuck-It Checklist I’ve been creating in my mind.

First, tasting her. A need I’ve had for years. The only problem is, now that I’ve tasted her, the craving has increased exponentially. My need for her has shifted from a background thought to becoming my entire personality.

Check.

After that, a blow job. I couldn’t resist adding it the moment I saw those pink, pouty lips. The thought of driving my cock between them makes me crazy. Her hand grips the base of my dick and her thumb traces along the underside of my shaft, following the thick vein all the way to my piercing. Licking her lips, she watches as she gently skims over the smooth metal, her eyes meeting mine as my cock bobs between us.

Check.

“You’re not going to hurt me,” I whisper, desperate for her to actually touch me. This tender shit causes more pain than if she hit me over the head with a brick. I need more. “In fact, I might even like it if you did.”

Sitting up, her ass resting on her heels, she wraps her lips around my dick and takes me all the way to the back, right from the start. My head falls to the wall as she works my cock in and out of her throat, repeating the motion over and over, each time taking me deeper.

It’s repetitive, slow, but it’s driving me wild how her tongue swirls against my piercing with each pass. The sensation intensifies as her hand cups my balls, making sure they’re not forgotten in this whole experience.

Breaking away, she leans back and presses her head against the wall behind her. Her hands move to pull me closer, my cock bouncing between us, slapping her lips. Gripping myself, I glide my head along them before her tongue darts out, licking the precum as it drips from my slit.

“What do you want, baby?” I ask, staring down at her.

“I want you to use my throat. I want you to make yourself come, using me.”

My eyes widen. I know I shouldn’t, but I let her slide my cock into her wet mouth again, using her hands to guide my body back and forth.

With her head resting on the wall, she jerks my hips forward, ramming my dick down her throat. Her fingers latch onto my ass to hold me in place as she chokes herself. Her eyes water while she gags on my girth.

But she doesn’t stop. Breathing through her nose, she swallows again, taking in my full length, her face brushing my stomach as my entire cock is consumed by her.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” I growl, my fists weaving into her hair as I slowly ease out an inch before shoving back in. “You’re taking my dick like such a good girl.”

She hums around my shaft as my pace picks up. Each time I pull out, I plow in even faster. As my thrusts become more forceful, so do her moans. My actions spur her on, her tongue moving frantically as she massages and sucks. I grip her hair with both hands, pinning her to the wall as I piston my hips in and out of her mouth, pausing only when she gags around my cock. I give her a moment to catch her breath before she settles back on, already ready to go before I’ve even caught mine.

She doesn’t slow down; in fact, she picks up the intensity. One hand still massaging my balls, her other rubbing the base of my cock as she slides her lips over the rest of me, making sure she covers every base.

I’m close. I can feel it racing toward me like a freight train, and I’m helpless to stop it. I don’t even try.

“Stell, baby,” I whimper, the tingling at the base of my spine spreading, my whole body on fire as she swallows around me. Her eyes look up at me, tears streaming down her face, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look so gorgeous—so happy. She’s fucking beautiful, devouring my cock. “I’m going to come…like…now.”

Her hands move to my thighs, her nails digging into my skin hard as she yanks me into her. My hips thrust wildly as my orgasm wraps me whole. Pushing in and out as she struggles around me, I ride out the entirety of my release, draining every last drop before finally pulling out.

Gripping my dick, I tap the tip against her mouth, spreading the last bead of cum across her lips, coating them in my release.

Lifting her up, she wraps her legs around my waist, my cock between us. I carry her to the bed, lay her down, and crawl over her body before settling with a thigh on either side.

Leaning down, I run my tongue along her lips, tasting my release mixed with hers.

It’s intoxicating, like her.

I’ve yet to taste her lips, yet to kiss her, afraid I won’t be able to stop myself from taking her all the way. I’ve longed for her taste since the night we first met. The flavor of strawberries and vanilla lingered on my lips that entire night—something I’ve missed ever since.

Tonight, I can’t stop myself. I’m going to trust myself, trust my ability to make rational decisions. I need to taste her.

Pressing my lips against hers, I kiss her slowly, our cum and tastes blending as she moans softly into my mouth. I drink it all in, savoring every second. She follows my lead, her lips parting as my tongue slips between them. I nibble lightly on her bottom lip, then roll to the side, bringing her with me as we lie facing each other.

Gently kissing her for a few more moments, I pull back and press a soft kiss to her forehead. We’re both exhausted, Stella’s lashes already lowering as she wraps around me. I close my eyes, breathing in her scent, the weight of sleep taking over. My eyelids are too heavy to open, and I begin to drift off, the sound of her steady breathing telling me she’s already asleep.

This feels….easy…comfortable.

Like we’ve done this before. There isn’t anything awkward about it, and I can’t get over how everything just feels right .

Down to this moment. Lying here, falling asleep with her head on my chest, her leg thrown over my body, tangled with mine—this feels peaceful. I feel content because for once, it feels like I just shared a core memory with someone who deserves to be a part of it.

It could be the alcohol talking, or maybe it’s the fact that I had the most incredible orgasm of my life tonight, but I’m pretty sure I nearly fucked the woman who’s supposed to be my wife.

And that’s my last thought as I drift off to sleep—a satisfying thought I’m finally coming to terms with.