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Chapter 17

Miles

I shouldn’t be doing this, a tiny voice in the back of my mind whispers, but that voice is immediately shut up by my overwhelming desire to have her.

This. Instant.

Regardless of what I’m doing, deep down, I’m not stupid enough to think this is a good idea…although I’m also not stupid enough to stop this from happening.

I guess that’s what happens when I’ve spent years watching this girl, never able to touch her. It’s been horrible. Seeing her when we’ve been out with friends. Having to be introduced to the men she’s dating. It’s been absolute torture, but nothing holds a candle to the way I felt tonight.

Seeing her drop to her knees for Levi, her hands moving to undo his belt less than ten feet away from me—that was the last straw. I was so angry, yet so turned on as all the blood immediately rushed to my cock, that I jumped into action. I’m one giant contradiction; I’m aware of that…but somehow it all makes sense in my head.

At least I think it does.

Which sounds ridiculous, especially since I’m the reason we are even in this mess tonight. I did my best to stay away from Stella, and that meant letting Quinn, the very pretty girl who Levi was hanging out with, straddle my lap.

I knew what I was doing. I shouldn’t have let it get that far, and I could see the pain written all over Stella’s eyes—yet I didn’t stop it from happening. Which is why I shouldn’t have been surprised when her and Levi started getting closer—I practically shoved them together, although it pissed me off.

It also turned you on.

But that’s an issue for another night.

Which is why I tried to get interested in Quinn, even if I could tell she was playing a little game of her own, though I have no idea what. I just couldn’t get myself interested in Quinn when all I could think about was Stella. All I could think about was how it was her that was supposed to be sitting in my lap, not Quinn. It was supposed to be Stella whispering dirty things in my ears, promises of what she was going to do to me. So instead of exciting me, instead of turning me on, it did the opposite.

That, combined with the fact that it made my blood boil watching her and Levi, and I knew I instantly regretted those boundaries I put in place, and all I could do was hope that she was on the same page.

I only put those walls up when I felt like I had no choice. I felt like if I didn’t do something, if I didn’t make rules, then I would be completely incapable of keeping my hands to myself because I knew deep down, I really shouldn’t have to.

Deep down, I have always had a hunch that if we had been able to hang out more…if her brother wasn’t such a good friend and didn’t impose those strict “hands off my baby sister” rules…we might have really hit it off.

What if we had gotten together that first night at the party…would we still be together now?

But none of that is what I want to be thinking about right now. Right now, the only thing I care about is the woman on the bed staring at me like I’m her favorite thing in the world, even if she was just making out with my friend. None of that matters to me though. The only thing I care about right now is Stella, and the fact that I finally have her right where I’ve always wanted her.

“So what now?” she asks softly.

“You. Are. Mine,” I say as I stand there gazing down at her. Her hazel eyes are dark with lust, her pupils blown out, and I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look as beautiful as she does in this moment, sitting up on her elbows, biting her bottom lip while her eyes remain locked on my cock that’s still hanging from my pants. Yeah, that does it for me.

I need this woman. I just have to make sure that she needs me, too.

“You sure about this, Trouble?” I ask, pumping my cock a few times while I watch her, waiting for her answer.

“I mean, unless you’d prefer me to go out there and find Levi? I could always ask if he’d be down to pick up where we left off?”

“He’s out there a little preoccupied with Quinn right now,” I say.

“Okay? So I will ask them both if I can join,” she says, her big doe eyes feigning innocence, while the mental image of her asking for permission to touch them…to kiss them…to fuck them.

Fuck.

She’s going to be the death of me if I don’t get control of this situation. And if I can’t, I’m going to blow my load before she’s even touched me, the fantasies I’m conjuring up doing enough to get my heart racing.

“Stella,” I growl, my patience running thin as I step closer, my hand cupping her jaw as I bring her eyes up to mine. “Don’t be a brat and answer the question. Once you’ve done that, I’ll be able to give you what you want, even if that entails you choking on my cock as punishment for your persistent need to tease me. Although I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping to start by finally fucking this pretty pussy of yours that I’ve been begging to be inside for years ."

She nods, frantically, her eyes bouncing between my cock and my eyes as she waits.

“Is that a no?” I joke.

“It’s going to be a no if you don’t come over here and fuck me already. But before you opened your mouth and ruined it again…it was a yes.”

That’s all I need to hear and I’m moving, climbing on the bed, my eyes drinking in her body as I crawl over her.

Leaning down, I bring my mouth to her breasts, sucking one nipple in while my hand moves to the other, taking her nipple between my thumb and my pointer finger, pinching and tugging until she’s writhing beneath me.

“Miles,” she moans, her sultry voice so sexy, urging me on as I move to the other side, taking her other nipple in my mouth. Her hands move to my hair, running beneath the strands until she grabs ahold, tugging me away, yet holding me still like she’s afraid if she let go I’d disappear.

It’s the perfect reaction for someone like me—someone whose entire life is filled with inconsistency.

I’m one big contradiction…but maybe she is, too.

“I need more,” Stella begs, and I smirk up at her, biting down on the nipple still between my teeth.

“More what.”

“Just more,” she says as I move down her body, my tongue drawing a line down to her belly button, moving past until she stops me, her hand tugging my hair. “I want your cock. I want you to fuck me until your dick is the only one I’m thinking about.”

Freezing at her words, I stare up at her, only this time the heat in my eyes isn’t desire. “Are you telling me it’s not just my dick you’re thinking about right now?”

“I mean, I was on my knees with Levi’s dick practically in my face,” she mumbles quietly, a little smirk playing on her lips.

She’s such a brat, but I’d be lying if I said the way she’s talking to me isn’t turning me on, making everything seem…hotter.

“Is that what we should do?” I say, crawling up her body until we’re eye to eye, my dick bobbing between us as I hold myself up, not wanting to put all my weight on her.

“Huh? You want me to have Levi’s dick back in my face? I thought that was what you didn’t want. You’re confusing Miles—I thought you were going to fuck me already,” she whines, but it quickly turns into a moan as I thrust in to the hilt, her words dissolving the last of my restraint.

“Fuck!” she screams, her hands moving to my hips, her nails digging into my ass as she holds her body still against mine.

“You said you wanted to fuck, right, baby?” I say, my voice hoarse as I soak in the moment of finally being inside her. It’s surreal, something I’ve only dreamed about, yet the feel of her tight cunt squeezing my dick brings me right back to earth as I have to focus on everything I can to avoid coming without even moving inside of her. I take in the moment, trying to memorize the details of how gorgeous she looks beneath me. How her long blonde hair is spread over the pillows, the golden color so perfect against the navy of this comforter. Her cherry red lips are spread as she takes shallow breaths, her eyes widening as she works to get used to my size.

“You okay?” I whisper, bringing one hand up to cup her face, brushing a strand of honey blonde hair away in the process.

She nods eagerly, wiggling her hips a bit, the movement bringing us just a fraction of an inch closer together, but it’s enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head, my cock hitting the spot deep inside her just right. Bringing my lips down to hers, I initially kiss her slowly as her silky lips caress mine.

But as soon as the kissing starts to pick up, so do my movements. I start sliding out slowly but pick up my movements as her kisses become more frantic. She’s desperately trying to get closer, to just get more. Her nails dig into my skin on my shoulders, moving all over as they claw into my back, her moans getting louder and louder as I drive in deep, lifting her hips enough until my piercing is hitting her just right, driving her wild as she breaks our kiss, her teeth clamping down on my shoulder, but I don’t stop. I don’t even slow down; I just keep on.

“Is this what you needed, baby? My cock stretching your pussy? The feeling of my piercing hitting your G spot, over and over? ”

“Yeeess,” she moans. “Fuck, Miles, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Oh, I won’t,” I tell her, one hand moving to grip her throat, pressing gently as I stare down into her eyes, nipping at her bottom lip as I thrust again. “But don’t come yet. I want you coming with me.”

“O-okay,” she whines as I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, deepening the angle as I piston my hips in and out, my orgasm right on the edge as I do everything I can to push it down. I want to prolong this, keep this going for as long as possible because, even before coming, this is easily the best sex of my life.

Her pussy starts clenching around me as her orgasm gets closer and closer to taking control, but she’s fighting it, her eyes trained on me. The desperation, the intensity of her pleasure, it sends me crashing over the edge. Starting at the base of my spine, the tingling sensation slowly builds as I thrust my hips wildly into her until we’re both completely consumed. An overpowering sense of ecstasy explodes throughout my entire body, completely overwhelming all of my senses as I finish with a hard grunt.

Thrusting in and out slowly, I ride the high as I milk her for every last drop. Her moans start to level out, her eyes fluttering less as she rides out the last few waves of pleasure, her beauty so intense it nearly knocks me on my ass.

I slowly slide out of her and sit back, gazing at her in admiration. That’s when it hits me.

“Fuck,” I say, as the realization that I just fucked Stella, bare, slams into me all at once as I watch the evidence of our orgasms sliding out with me.

I have never fucked a woman bare; it’s never even crossed my mind as an option because I spent my life learning that wasn’t something you were supposed to do. Safe sex practices were drilled into my head, starting with the stupid phrase “Don’t be silly, wrap your willy.”

Stupid or not, it’s a motto I’ve lived by every day since I started having sex; it’s basically my law for life.

But apparently that law doesn’t apply to her. Staring down at Stella, laid out on the bed, freshly fucked, with my cum spilling from her swollen cunt…she’s a goddamn fallen angel all dirtied up by me.

She looks fucking exquisite.

I shouldn’t be thinking about how perfect she looks. I shouldn’t be thinking how hot it is watching my cum fall out of her. I should be freaking out. Not only did I just fuck her, but I fucked her bare. How stupid am I?

What if she has an STD? What if she gave me one? What if she gets pregnant?

There are a million what-ifs, but at the end of the day, I know none of them are actual concerns for either of us. I’d bet my life on the fact that she doesn’t have an STD. She’s a smart girl, and I’m sure that intelligence bleeds over to safe sex practices.

Me? Like I said, I’ve never once forgotten a condom. Besides, with the season starting up, they make everyone get checked, and I’m squeaky clean and haven’t been with anyone since then—except Stella.

“What are you freaking out about?” she whispers, her sultry voice almost making me forget my thoughts.

“I…I forgot a condom,” I tell her, my eyes falling from hers, nervous to see the disappointment in her eyes from my irresponsibility. “Well, I have one, but I forgot to use it.”

She lifts up on her elbows, looking down at the mess between us, before glancing back at me with her eyebrow quirked, one lip turned up into almost a smile, and I’m confused. “You didn’t realize it?”

What? She did?

“No. I’ve…I’ve never done this before, so of course, I wasn’t aware it was happening,” I say, watching her face fall instantly. “Shit, that came out wrong. I just—fuck, Stell, I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve never had sex?” She laughs.

“No, brat. I’ve never fucked anyone bare…hell, I’ve never even considered it. Ever. I guess if it was going to happen, it was always going to be with you,” I tell her, giving her more truth than I intended, but fuck it. I’ll blame it on the orgasm or the intense rush of endorphins this entire situation is feeding me, but I don’t really care right now.

The only thing I can think about is fucking her again…fucking her again as I shove my cum back inside her.

“Neither have I,” she says quietly. “But…I knew it was happening the whole time, and I didn’t stop it. I trust you. Plus, I have an IUD, so it’s not like there’s going to be a little Miles or Stella running around anytime soon.”

She says it as a joke, but it hits me.

That doesn’t sound all that bad…in fact, I think I liked it.

I’ve always known I’ve wanted a family one day—and hopefully a big one. But I’ve just never had someone who I could imagine that happening with. But Stella? Yeah…I think I can see that. Which is terrifying, because that makes the reality of her brother being my best friend even worse.

But I don’t want to talk about that right now. I don’t want to talk about her brother while we’re naked. Hovering over her body again, I lean down and kiss her, my cock hardening between us as I think about what I want to do to her.

“Then let’s do it again,” I whisper.

“Yes,” she says, and just like that, I’m fucking my best friend’s little sister again .

It’s been hours since I brought her in here and finally put us both out of our misery and fucked her, the experience even better than I ever dreamed. Yet I’m left with this overwhelming feeling of guilt. I know it’s because in the back of my mind, I know her brother , my best friend, will be proposing to our other best friend, and I’m feeling like a dick because how can I celebrate him while I’m unable to look him in the eye.

Until he knows I’m fucking his sister, I doubt I’m going to feel completely at ease around him.

The only problem is…the moment he does know, I’m pretty sure I’ll never feel relaxed around him again.

The thing is, the conversation has to happen sooner rather than later. It was one thing when Stella and I were fooling around, kissing, touching, everything but fucking. But once we crossed that line with the decisions we made tonight, I can’t in good conscience call myself one of Rex’s best friends if I’m not willing to man up and tell him.

“Miles…” she starts, and I feel like she’s been reading my mind, her tone telling me I’m not going to like what she says.

“Stella?” I say quietly, closing my eyes as I hold her.

“Miles…you know one of us?—”

“Shh…Stell,” I mumble, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her body closer, her hands catching herself on my chest, her fingernails digging in as she looks up at me. Her eyes are sleepy yet satisfied…but also, I can tell she’s stressing about something, and using common sense, I can only assume it’s the one topic I don’t want to address tonight.

Not never—just not while we’re naked together.

Talking about her brother right now…yeah, that’s definitely not on my “top ten list of ideas for sexy pillow talk.”

I can’t.

“Miles,” she grumbles, trying to push back. I hold her still, trying to cuddle her into submission, but she keeps talking. “You know one of us has to ask the question…there’s no way we can really walk away from this without some answers.”

“Shh…Stell. You’ll pop the bubble.”

“What bubble?”

“The sex bubble where I get to give you as many orgasms as possible until, well… it pops.”

“You’re weird after sex. Did all the endorphins and happy feelings go straight to your brain and make it all foggy?”

“Not weird,” I grumble, my eyes closed as I hold her still. “Just happy and horny inside our bubble.”

“The bubble can’t stay like this forever. We both know that,” she says, trying to wiggle free.

“Just because we know it…doesn’t mean that we acknowledge it.”

“So, you just want to fuck me in secret?” she asks incredulously.

My eyes snap open, immediately serious as I look down at her. “What? That’s not what I said,” I reply, quickly trying to backtrack where this conversation is headed.

“I mean, isn’t it? You don’t want to talk about this because you’re afraid it’ll ruin something, but you are happy doing this .” She runs her hand up and down, gesturing between our naked bodies.

“That’s not enough?” I ask, hoping that maybe , just maybe it could be enough.

Her face stills, her eyes welling up briefly. Then, as if a switch flipped, her jaw clenches, and it’s as if a mask slips into place and she’s back to normal.

Well, kind of. Her eyes seem vacant, guarded almost, and I miss the warmth I’m used to feeling from her eyes on me. But I’m starting to think that the only person I have to blame for this is me.

“Stella, it’s not that I don’t want to answer that question. I mean, I do…once I figure out the answers for myself. But that’s not even the biggest issue. Once we figure out what this is, we then have to figure out how to tell your brother.”

“He doesn’t matt?—”

I wish that was the truth.

“Only he does, baby. We both know that. We can pretend all we want that he doesn’t, but that’s not the truth and we both know it. He has always mattered. That being said,” I tell her, looking down at her mouth, the plump lips that were wrapped around my cock just moments ago, “I’m not interested in having a conversation about your brother, while my cum is still wet on your lips.”

Her eyes widen and she blushes, but she licks her lips, flicking her tongue out slowly, savoring Every . Last. Drop. “There. Now can we talk about it?”

Fuck me.

Why is she my perfect match? Why is she my dream girl…my real life dream girl, who is forbidden from me, so off-limits it’s not even funny, yet every time I’m around her I add another tally to the column of things I love about her.

I mean like about her…I think.

I want to tell her all of this, tell her the things I like about her, tell her the things I’ve noticed that make it to where she checks every box of my dream girl checklist, plus some that are just special from her.

“Can we talk about it once we’re back in New York…I—I just want to stay in this little bubble, just a little bit longer,” I beg, my voice cracking as I look up at her, her normally golden honey eyes dark with pain that I know I’m causing, and it kills me. I don’t want to hurt her, but I also can’t risk giving her false hope with broken promises.

She looks up at me, and I know she wants to say something, add on, at least give her two cents…but she doesn’t. Instead, she just nods her head quietly before laying down on my chest.

If I were stupid, I would take her compliance to mean that she’s happy. But I’m not. I know better. This isn’t over; in fact, I know she’s in her head right now, overthinking and overanalyzing each and every thing I’ve said, an emotionally grueling task.

But I don’t move.

We just lie there, holding onto each other. Two friends surrounded by unsaid words, masked feelings, and a secret tryst that’s bound to destroy everything.

But just like I won’t drive this any further…I also refuse to go in reverse, leaving us in this fucked up game of limbo.