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Dean seems to ponder for a moment, then a slow grin spreads across his face. “That sounds about right, prejudice is everywhere and you both are involved in public endeavors that could cause quite a stir. That's intriguing,” he concedes.
“It is,” I affirm with a grin. “And I reckon you might find it useful, too. It's a way to escape from your worries and just live in the now. Plus, Angelina would be thrilled to see you.”
After polishing off his beer, Dean appears to have made up his mind.
As we rise from our seats, I'm filled with a sense of optimism that Dean might finally find the peace he's been searching for. Our past is a patchwork of tales and secrets, but maybe, just maybe, this time, Hellfire will guide us to a new start and a brighter future.
* * *
As Miriana and I frolic in the den in a game of strip-billiards, I have the feeling of being watched. It is not an unpleasant sensation, but more a strange perception that slips through my thoughts as I focus my attention on my goddess. She is leaning gracefully against the pool table, her ass nicely in view and her eyes sparkling as she aims to send another ball into the hole. And she succeeds. Shit, she's getting really good at it. The rules are to not cheat, and for every ball in the hole the other one has to take off a piece of clothing. I am left only with jeans and boxers to take off while Miriana has a white thong and bra. I wonder if it was a tactic to miss some shots. From the way she arches her back and waves her ass in my face, I really think she got me this time too.Little brat, you're in trouble!
I move closer, trapping her between me and the table. Her ass presses against my flap as I lean against her back. “What if I tell you we are being watched?”
She looks over her shoulder at me as I let my fingers run down her side. Her eyes light up with curiosity as she sets down the pool stick. “Oh, really?” Our lips brush in a light kiss, and then I pull back to look into her eyes. “I've had a feeling he's been watching us for a while.”
We often talk about letting Dean join us but Miri thinks he is not ready. It must be a choice dictated by heart not lust. She smiles mischievously as I put my hands on her hips and let her feel my erection. If Dean is watching, and I know for a fact he is there in the dim-light I want him to see what he is missing. I want him to dream of being in my place, and most of all I want to push him to come forward.
My breathing becomes deeper as I feel her trembling under my touch. My cock presses against the zipper of my jeans and it is almost pleasurable.
Miriana closes her eyes for a moment as I kiss her neck, sucking the portion of skin near her shoulder. It is one of the sensitive spots that makes her lose her mind. Then she opens them again, and lust shines in her gaze. She releases a moan, and a whisper that I find so sexy I want to fuck her right away.
My hands begin to explore her body, following the curves I know so well. “You kill me slowly,” I whisper against her skin as with my hands behind her back she tries to pull my jeans off. I grab her boobs, making her moan. I leave small kisses along her shoulder and feel her skin warm under my lips as our mental game merges with the reality of our mutual desire. Miriana gasps slightly as I give in to the urge to sink my teeth into her skin.
“Imagine Dean can't resist anymore,” I whisper. “Imagine him finally showing up, joining us.”
Her response is a stifled moan as she bites her lower lip, and I feel her giving in to the pleasure we are building together. My hands slide between her legs as my lips return to hers.
“Kyle,” Miriana murmurs between kisses as my fingers slide inside her.
My response is a smirk as I turn her around and seat her on the pool table. I begin kissing every inch of her body, following the curves, feeling her desire grow with each of my touches.
Miriana whimpers in pleasure as we lose ourselves in our desire coming true. Her skin, warm and silky under my hands, is our canvas to express the desire and love we feel for each other. And in this moment, in the dimness of my den, the line between reality and fantasy blurs into a symphony of shared pleasure.
Miri plays with her tits as I devour her pussy mercilessly. “Dean,” she gasps as she moves her hips toward my mouth. The noise behind me makes me smile.
No, he didn't see it coming.
Chapter Nine
Dean
After our funny incident in the swimming pool, I wake up each day feeling more alive than ever. Memories of that moment with Miriana dance in my mind, and a spontaneous grin spreads across my face as I lay in bed, reliving her voice calling my name as she comes. What a sinful vision! I yearned to join them, but I held back. Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me, but it felt unreal that it actually occurred. Unbelievable, yet thrilling all at once.
Miriana's heels echo on the marble of the hallway, hurried enough to make me check the time.
Shit! Why didn't the alarm go off? I can't be late for work; it's just not like me.
I have no choice but to quickly get ready and grab an apple to eat on the way.
However, when I go down to the kitchen, even though Miriana is already busy starting her work, I find breakfast ready. Just for me. It's such a simple and everyday gesture. Yet, at the same time, it's something I haven't experienced in a long time, except from the maid.
I'm taken aback as I gaze at the plate of piping hot, aromatic pancakes, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice beside it. This thoughtful gesture makes me feel home. So, I sit down and savor the breakfast. After all, it's the least I can do to appreciate her effort, and if I'm a tad late for work, so be it.
I've been watching Miriana closely recently. She's an extraordinary woman with an uncanny ability to care for others. She always looks out for Kyle and me, exuding an endless gentleness that manifests in everything she does. I've never met anyone like her, someone who can meet any challenge head-on with elegance and resolve.
From the outside looking in, her days seem never-ending. Yet, every time a client leaves her office, they're relieved and happy. I wanted to get to know her better, understand her, so I pushed myself to talk to her. However, her calm and composed tone made me forget my intentions, leading me to spill out all my fears. I know starting over won't be easy, but her optimism managed to erase every demon that haunted me.
I don't wanna burden her by asking for more sessions, but I gotta say, her guidance has been a godsend. She has helped me see things from a whole new angle, keep my eyes on the prize, and tackle life head-on. She’s a quiet teacher, a subtle guide, And I won't stop thanking her silently every time I push myself, realizing I can fight, thanks to applying what I've learned from her.
