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Chapter nine

Miles

D espite the praise I get from my Sunday comic being well received, I realized what I really wanted was to make the happy ending part come true. Shane was still on my mind, and a constant distraction. I found myself zoning out of conversations, tripping over my own feet, and out of sorts with how often I conjured up the memory of his sweet kisses and gorgeous cock.

Despite my original thought of never wanting Shane to see my little comic strip, I fantasized about him realizing it was by me and about him, then rushing to show me what a great fit we could be.

It was silly and romantic to imagine, but also pointless. Who read the newspaper anymore?

Cielo knew of my regular spot in the SF News from my pay stubs and messaged me about how cute they found my art. But…I refused to confirm or deny if it was based on what happened at Game Night after everyone went off to get kinky.

That was on Monday, and it had been a few days since then. I was starting to regret my decision not to spill the truth and ask for Shane’s contact details.

How often did you meet someone with the exact thing you were turned on by, chemistry up to your eyeballs, and a connection you just can’t shake?

Never . The answer was never.

Standing from my work desk, I started pacing my small studio apartment. It was afternoon on a Friday, so the traffic two floors below was filtering through my windows. It had been two days since I left my place, and I had to do something. Instead of coming up with the following weekend’s panels, I pulled out my phone to message Cielo.

Miles

Heyyyy…you know how I said I didn’t want to admit my comic was about Shane…

Cielo

I knew it! Ready to fess up? I dare you ;)

Miles

yeah, no, you’re still not getting the details lol

Cielo

Boo! It was such a pretty cock. I need to knooowwwww!!! pouting emoji

Whiny Cielo almost had me caving. It felt like I was back in high school, asking if someone liked me and for them to tell their friend to tell my friend to tell me. I was coming off too desperate. Cielo would tell their Daddies who would tell Shane I was pathetic, and I’d never get my Dick Charming!

Typing and retyping my response, I finally ended up with a rambling mess reflecting how scrambled my brain was by a great dick.

Miles

Ha! Well, I was wondering if you could, maybe, pass on my number to Shane?

I mean, only if he asks about me or something? Not as a favor or anything.

Just, like, if he asks… It would be cool.

The message showed me Cielo was typing, and I started chewing at my chipped, black nail polish, waiting for a response. Instead, all I got was the same thing I saw when they were typing.

Cielo

…

Miles

you’re messaging me the typing dots? What does that mean?!

Cielo

Just making sure you were done gushing over Shane and seeing if you were actually going to give me any of the tea. But since you’re not…

Miles

Brat eye roll emoji

Cielo

Never going to find your Prince with an attitude like that ;)

For all I knew, Cielo didn’t even have Shane’s number. I couldn’t remember them talking to each other at the party outside of the game, but I’d only had eyes for Shane from the moment we met.

Miles

You might as well send him my address, then he can come try me on for size himself!

Cielo sent me a row of crying-laughing emojis, and I tossed myself onto the daybed I also used as a couch. Back to square one.

The conversation got me nothing, and I was nowhere closer to seeing Shane again. I’d saved the image of him from his work website, and I had possibly rubbed one out to his picture once. Or maybe twice. A day.

Ugh, I was gone over a guy I had shared less than an hour and one blow job with. Sure, I’d been so hot for him I came without any help, but how could I be so addicted after only one taste?

Maybe Shane Long had magic jizz.

The idea made me snort, then full-on body laugh, until I got up and started drawing a character with a giant, magical penis whose jizz could make a man come with one taste, but had the side effect of being highly addictive. It was lucky I didn’t have roommates, or even a pet… I would be getting serious side-eye at how I randomly laughed over my own work.

While I drew, time slipped by without me noticing, until a knock at my door had me lifting my head and rubbing at my tired eyes. The sky was almost fully dark outside, and I wondered if there was a delivery I forgot I had ordered. Sometimes, middle-of-the-night Miles bought things as a surprise for daytime Miles.

Stretching out my achy limbs after being hunched over for hours, I made my way across the small but open space. I’d been trying to distract myself from thinking about Shane by cleaning, but it gave my brain too much time to dwell on our time together, and kept leading to me pulling out my box of toys… Priorities, right?

Not that a delivery person would notice or even care about the cleanliness of a random stop in the city. But since my whole place was visible from the door, I was glad it wasn’t a pigsty.

Unlatching my lock, I opened the door and immediately looked towards the floor to see what was left there. Instead of a box or delivery bag, I found brown leather shoes. They were too nice for a postman, and the bootcut jeans in a faded blue led my eyes upward. I followed the line to thick thighs, trying to ignore the impressive bulge, all the way up to a black t-shirt and broad shoulders before I fully processed the roses in the man’s hand.

I did have a delivery, but it was more personal than random late-night shopping.

Shane Long was standing at my door, a small, shy smile on his lips while I stood there, speechless. He was even hotter than I remembered, and I wasn’t sure my mind hadn’t finally decided to detach from reality until he spoke. “Hi, Miles.”

Shit, he was really in front of me. I needed to say something. “ Guh .” Fuck, words , Miles. I cleared my throat, “Hey.”

We looked at each other, both of us awkward, but I could feel how the tension between us still had that spark of chemistry I’d felt from our first meeting. Shane ran one hand through his hair, which looked a little longer in only the two weeks since I’d last seen him. His five o’clock shadow was sexy as hell, too.

Wiping at my mouth to make sure I wasn’t drooling, I finally remembered my manners. “Want to come in?”

“Sure,” Shane nodded and stepped inside for me to close the door. Our bodies ended up only inches apart in the tight entrance, and damn, he smelled good. I could bathe in his delicious man-musk, overlaid with a clean, freshly showered scent. Then he said, “So, I saw your Sunday comic.”

“Fuck me,” I breathed out, stepping back to clear my head. I couldn’t tell from his tone or expression if he was upset about inspiring a very public sharing of his personal details.

“Yeah, that’s how the story was supposed to end,” Shane gave me a crooked smirk and I swear I swooned.

Wait, did that mean—did Shane come over to fuck me? And how did he know where I lived? I’d been wanting to connect with him, and asked Cielo to share my number, but still. It was time for rational Miles to come out and get a few things straight.

“How did you find me?”

“Cielo said you wanted me to have your contact information…including your address,” Shane stepped back and leaned against the edge of my kitchen counter, setting the roses down there before crossing his arms and dropping the smile. “Is this too much? Me coming here? I should have texted first.”

“Well, it really depends on why you’re here,” I wet my lips and crossed the threshold to place a hand on his bare arm, meeting Shane’s dark eyes. “Because if you saw my art and wanted to make that ending come true…”

“If I do?” Shane uncrossed his arms, knocking my hand loose, and I mourned the loss of contact until he reached out to tilt my face up, his thumb caressing my lower lip. “You think you’re a perfect fit for me… everywhere?”

Swallowing down my nerves, I felt the rush of attraction and endorphins from my head to my toes. It was time to make my recent dreams come true.

“Yes, I do.”