“Nothing is going to happen.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re going to do this right now. We could do it a million times until our legs are numb but when we get back to Salt Lake we go back to pretending, okay? We need to make sure you’re in the season for good and that I can qualify for the championships. If whatever this is spills into what we’re pretending, it could end really badly,” I say in a hurry, desperate to get him inside of me.
“Would it? Or wouldn’t it be better? We wouldn’t have to pretend,” he asks quietly. I try to let myself think about that idea but it’s really fucking hard to think straight when his dick is inches away from me.
“Miles, can we not talk about thisrightnow?” I ask, nodding to his erection. He nods and takes his hand off mine, slipping them around my waist. “I just want to...”
My words turn into a disgruntled moan when he slams me onto him in one quick motion as he fills me up. I brace my hands on his chest as I roll over him, my mouth hanging open as I pant. Once the first wave of pain settles down, I melt into him. It’s almost as if our bodies were made to be doing this with each other. We move in sync as he guides my hips around him moving in circles and forwards and backwards. His hands dig into my ass, and I gasp. It should be a crime for this to feel so good.
All the pent-up tension, the small touches, the stolen glances all led up to this exhilarating high that I never want to come down from.
He thrusts into me deeper, his pace quickening as he leans forward to fit my breast into his mouth. I moan his name louder than I’d like to admit. I don’t even recognise how whiney and desperate I sound. I greedily grab onto his hair, shoving his face deeper in between my breasts as his hips thrust forward into me while he whispers into my skin.You feel so good, baby.
If you keep talking, I’m going to finish right now, I whisper back.Good,he says. The high ripples through us at the same time as I clench around him, his name slipping out of my mouth. His thrusts become sloppier as his orgasm soars through him, and he groans. Stars burst behind my eyes as I collapse on top of his chest.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to skate anymore if my legs don’t work,” I pant, propping myself up on my forearms on his chest. He laughs a little and kisses me on the forehead, our breathing still heavy.
When we settle down, I slip out of the bed to pee. To think. When I look in the mirror, I see a puffy faced Wren blinking back at me. I almost want to laugh at how insane this feels. I should be more concerned. After resisting him for so long, I finally succumbed.
This could be the start of something dangerous. Something all consuming. Something that we’ll both get attached to. A habit I won’t be able to kick. The distraction that I can’t afford. Before I can splash water on my face, Miles comes behind me in the mirror, his chin resting on my shoulder. I lean into him, smiling in the mirror. He brings his hand around my front, teasing my nipple.
“Round two?” he whispers into my skin.
I nod enthusiastically.
*
Icollapse beside him again onto my back for what feels like the hundredth time. Only this time I can actually feel myself falling asleep. It’s well into the morning now and small slithers of sunlight are starting to peak through the windows.
I look over at Miles for a second, watching his heavy breathing subside.
That’s when the weight of the day comes crashing down onto me. I knew that if we do it once, we wouldn’t want to stop. And we’ve done it at least plenty of times in several different places. When we get back home, everything is going to be different. Everything will change. I roll over onto my side, my back facing him.
“Miles?” I whisper. He responds by wrapping his hand around my stomach, pulling me into him, his head nestled in my shoulder. “We really broke the rule this time. I’m scared.”
“I’m here.”
That's it. Two words. A statement. A promise. A gift.
CHAPTER 32
MILES
Iwake up to the sound of rustling and movements from outside of the bedroom. My head spins when I reach out to hold onto Wren like we have done all night, but she isn’t there. My eyes open fully and search the empty bedroom. She’s gone. The only thing that lingers is her perfume. I hear a louder clatter outside and sit up. As I check my phone on the nightstand, I realise that it’s only just past ten. Although I’m not hungover, it feels like it. Sex drunk.
We spent most of last night doing anything but sleeping and I don’t think we got to sleep until after four in the morning. I force myself to climb out of bed and see what the noise is.
I walk into the kitchen, the bright lights peeking through the window. Wrens’ back is to me as she rifles through her suitcase that she brought full of books. As I inch closer, the floorboard creaks and her head spins around.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she mumbles, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
“What are you doing? It’s ten AM,” I yawn, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “Aren’t you tired?”
“Oh extremely,” she says cheerfully. “I’m just going to the beach. I need to- I just need to read for a while to clear my head. I’ll be back before we have to leave.”
Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes when she looks at me. Remains of freckles scatter along her nose and cheeks and I’m instantly reminded of where my hands were all night. She seems to have the same thought as she takes a quick sweep of my body while I’m in nothing, but my boxers and her face turns a deep red.
