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Mila laughed, a low, dry chuckle. We both fell quiet as footsteps echoed on the stairs, turning toward the bedrooms. “That’s not the story she told me. Rumor is, you were supposed to choose her this month.”
“Laura is delusional! She’s what we call a… Snake Charmer.” I cringed at both the idea and the God-awful term. I was pissed at Brady for touching Mila, annoyed at Mila for starting shit, and now I was irritated with Laura as well.
There wasn’t much I could do about Laura, which only fueled my fury. “There’s a couple girls who actuallywantto be bred by the Kingsnakes. Snake Charmers. One of the brothers came up with the name, and it stuck. Laura is one of them. And seeing as I don’t fuck the girls, Laura wouldnotbe a wise choice for me. But I guess you haven’t been listening to a word I said.”
Mila took a step toward me, her shadowy figure growing closer. “I have been listening. I just don’t care. You can fuck whoever you want. It’s none of my business. Just like what I do is none of yours,” she hissed.
I stepped forward, invading Mila’s personal space and waiting for her to back down. “What aren’t you understanding here, babydoll? For the next month, you, and you alone, are my business.”
“I haven’t been your business since I was twenty,” she muttered, shuffling back only slightly.
I closed the gap, pushing her further until I heard her back hit the wall. My hands rested on either side of her face. “You never stopped being my goddamn business.” I was close enough to hear her breath catch in her throat. A wicked satisfaction spread through me as I realized that despite Mila’s survival instincts, I still affected her. Shewantedme. Desire flicked hotly in the millimeter of space between our lips, a silent battle being waged to see who would break first. “You could be gone a thousand years, and you’d always be my fucking business. I think I remember telling you something along those lines,” I whispered, pressing my mouth against her lips so she could feel my words as much as hear them.
Mila leaned into me, her hips shifting forward to grind against mine in a way I wasn’t sure she was entirely conscious of. “You always were a dreamer.”
“I dreamt you’d come back to me, and here you are.” I wove my fingers into her hair, pinning her in place, and kissed her exactly how I had in every single one of my dreams. It didn’t take much before her lips moved in time with mine, my kisses drawing soft moans out of her.
I didn’t bother mentioning my dreams had never taken place in a dirty closet, anxiety about being caught heightening my senses with every stolen moment.
I hadn’t pictured sitting back in a pile of what I could only assume were shredded newspapers as I pulled Mila down to straddle me. In my dreams, her return had always signified wide open spaces, freedom, and watching the sunset without watching my back.
But here, now, with Mila tearing her shirt over her head, arching her back as I tugged one of her perfect nipples into my mouth… None of those dreams were half as important as the reality in front of me.
“Shit, Ray,” Mila murmured, leaning further and further into my touch.
I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her even closer as I gently bit down. She ground her hips against me, and I groaned, desperate to be inside of her again.
The Collapse hadn’t changed our passion for each other. If anything, it made it more tangible, a necessity, because we both knew how delicate life was. You could be planning your wedding one day, and the next day looking for your missing fiancée, fires blazing through close-knit apartment buildings like they were no more than paper.
Right now, I needed to feel more of her, no barriers between us.“ Take off your pants,” I ground out. I was already pushing her back, freeing my achingly hard cock from my jeans. It wouldn’t be making love, not like we used to. It would be fucking, our bodies giving and taking in a way only they knew how.
Mila didn’t respond, but the zip of her jeans told me she was obeying me without question. A compliant Mila…damn. It turned me on more than it should have. Part of me wanted to take her back to my apartment, tie her to the bed, and wait for her to beg. To punish her for the agony she had put me through for so long.
But then reality roared back, and all I wanted was her. I shuffled my pants off my legs, and Mila returned, her body straddling mine, her bare legs pressed against the outside of my thighs.
“Ray,” she whispered, dragging her fingertips through my hair. I leaned forward, licking up her neck, making her shiver. “Yeah, babydoll?” I murmured in her ear, before biting down gently on her earlobe.
I could feel how wet she was for me, her desire making it easy for me to edge my way inside.
“Make me forget.”
I didn’t need to ask what she meant. Instead, I pulled her higher and sank inside of her wet heat. I cursed under my breath. Somehow I always forgot the bliss of Mila wrapped around me until I was once again buried inside her, and then all I wanted to do was savor every moment.
But instinct took over both of us, Mila grinding her body against me as I thrust up. Nothing in the world compared to this, fucking the woman who was fucking me back. I pulled her down harder, forcing myself deeper, and a soft sigh of pleasure escaped both of us. “Damn, Mila, you take me like such a good girl.”
I did it again. And again. I pulled her hair at the scalp, exposed her neck to my lips and my teeth. Mila rode me harder, her breath coming in small pants. My own release was building. I just needed to drive both of us over the edge as Mila’s hands gripped my shoulders.
Unfortunately, at that exact moment, the unmistakable sounds of footsteps were thundering up the stairs. I froze, and Mila grumbled. I pressed my hand over her mouth, forcing her to stay quiet. Hopefully they would walk by quickly.
But of course, we couldn’t be so lucky.
Two girls stood at the top of the stairs leisurely engaging in conversation instead of returning to their rooms. And here I was in the closet, unmasked, with Mila on top of my dick. Exactly the position we couldn’t afford to get caught in.
I willed them to leave, my cock demanding I thrust into her sweet pussy once more, but still they stayed.
Mila shifted on top of me, and I expected her to get off. Instead she slid herself back down my cock, rocking her hips against me. “What do you think you’re doing?” I hissed, barely stifling a groan as she fucked herself slowly.
“I’m so close. I’ll be quiet,” she murmured, holding tighter to my shoulders as she pressed her body against mine.
