by Emma Vikes
He and I exchanged contact information and when I got back to Leo, Megan and Violet, were already discussing dinner plans. Leo said that he’ll treat us with dinner and Violet was practically glued to her uncle’s side that there was no choice but to hand him the truck’s keys since we had two cars with us which left me and Megan alone in my car.
“Your brother’s quite the character,” she commented once I started my car, the soft purr of my engine filling the silence that followed her words.
I chuckled. “Leo will be damned if he can’t charm his way into any girl’s pants. Be careful, he can be quite persistent if he wanted and he bites.”
Megan didn’t respond and when I slowed the car to a stop at the red light, I looked at her. Her eyes were fixed on her hands and she was playing with her fingers. “Don’t you?”
My breath was caught in my throat at the two words and I looked at her again. Her gaze was fixed on mine and suddenly, I could feel the touch of her lips against mine again, the feel of her body pressed against mine and the desire was starting from the tip of my toes, igniting every nerve in my body. When I was with Rebecca, I never wanted her this way.
I’d woken up from dreams of Megan beneath me, moaning and screaming my name while I pushed myself against her, filling her with the length of my dick. I’d dreamed of her nails digging on my back, of her vagina clenching on my hard cock, of her whispering to my ear over and over.
My knuckles were white against the steering wheel and when the light turned green, I stepped on the gas a tad bit too much causing us to lurch forward. I hadn’t responded to Megan’s question and my heart was pounding in my chest until we finally reached the restaurant. The sound of Megan unbuckling her seatbelt echoed in my ears and before she could fully open the door, I grabbed her hand and made sure she stayed inside.
A soft gasp escaped from her lips at the abrupt pull and her eyes locked into mine, green eyes filled with the same desire that I knew mine were filled with. The hand on her arm slowly snaked on the back of her neck and as much as the red flags and alarm went off my head, it was as if everything was on mute and all I could think about was Megan and that we were alone.
And that I wanted her.
For the third time, my lips pressed against her, mouth moved slow and sensual, my hand pulling her closer against me. In a beat, Megan responded and the slow and sensual kiss picked up speed and my tongue dove in her mouth, grazing her teeth and Megan moaned as my other hand crept underneath her shirt, caressing the curve of her breast and she gasped when I bit her bottom lip gently.
I pulled away from her unwillingly and my hand was still on her cheek. Her eyes were closed and slowly, she opened them. The want was so clear and I could feel it in reverberating from her body too as she shivered when I slowly moved my hand underneath her chin and my thumb gently grazes her bottom lip.
“I do, but how much depends if you want me to.”
Chapter 11
Megan
I shouldn’t have asked that question.
Milo had flipped a switch in me and during the entire dinner ordeal, I couldn’t really think straight. Violet was mostly the one doing the talking and Leo too. Milo interjected here and there but I remained quiet in my seat beside Violet, avoiding any eye contact with Milo after what just happened in his car. But Milo acted calm and collected, unfazed with what just happened. He even allowed me to gather my bearings before we entered the restaurant and responded animatedly to his brother and daughter as if he didn’t just make out with me in his car a few moments earlier.
“Daddy...” Violet was stressing every syllable of the word as he looked up at her Dad. Milo was talking to Leo and I was trying my best to concentrate on the dessert I hadn’t finished and willing my mind to stop replaying the feel of Milo’s lips on mine. We all looked at Violet when she called Milo’s attention and I saw the sudden shift in Milo’s character, the soft father that I’d been seeing more and more recently. “Can I stay overnight with Uncle Leo?”
The smirk on Leo’s face grew at Violet’s words and I had an inkling that they’ve talked about this on their way here earlier since they were in a different car than us. Violet had an attachment to her uncles and I’d seen her with Everett to know that she adored Milo’s brothers. “Hmm...but your coach said that you have to drive to the next town for your game on Friday.”
Violet pouted. “Coach said we assemble at like, 10 AM, and Uncle Leo can drop me off.”
My eyebrows furrowed. I knew they had a game Saturday morning and the coaches wanted them to practice at the field Friday afternoon. The ride to the next town was about two hours and Coach Vanessa mentioned parents and guardians weren’t allowed on the bus. Milo hadn’t told me what I was supposed to do, if I was to follow the bus at the same time or if he was coming with.
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen if Milo and I went together. “Yes, Miles. Let her sleepover at my hotel room tonight and we’ll drive by your place to get her things and I can drop her off at the bus stop.”
“Wait, what about me? Do I just follow the bus with the truck?” I asked aloud, scolding myself for interjecting in the conversation.
Milo briefly glanced at me but I could feel the weight of his gaze on me. “We’ll go there together after I’m done with work. I don’t want you to drive alone for two hours.”
A part of me wanted to say something to interject but Milo’s attention had already shifted to Violet and Leo. He looked at his brother with narrowed eyes. “You make sure that you keep Violet safe and don’t let her stay up too long, Leo. I’ll be calling.”
Leo grinned and high-fived with Violet and I remained dumbstruck in my seat, the idea of Milo and I alone in the house suddenly dawning on me. It made my legs feel like jelly, made me feel warm all over and replayed the scene earlier at the car over and over in my head. Leo paid the bill and Milo and I said goodbye to the two of them in the parking lot and I got in Milo’s car. The entire ride home, I didn’t say anything and kept fumbling with my seatbelt the moment we arrived home.
Milo removed his and turned to me, helping me unbuckle the seatbelt. The close proximity between the two of us made me freeze. “Did I do something to offend you, Megan?”
There was a slight tinge of amusement in his tone when he asked the question and I swallowed. “What do you mean?”
Milo’s gaze made me feel as if he was undressing me with his silvery eyes. “You’ve been quiet the entire ride home, Megan. Not like you.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that and I wasn’t even sure what he was attempting to do. I racked my brain on what I could say to him and then finally found the courage to look at him straight in the eye. If there was something that snapped me out of my Milo-induced tension, it was his daughter. “Why won’t you let me follow the bus that Violet’s going to be on tomorrow morning?”
Milo leaned back, giving me back my personal space and allowing me to draw a shaky breath that I prayed he didn’t notice. When he leaned back, the seatbelt that he had unbuckled and held for me suddenly sprang back in place. “Because you’re going to be driving alone.”
He was choosing his words carefully and I wanted to know why. I tilted his head to the side, the ends of my short blonde hair touching my shoulder. “I’m not seventeen to need someone on the passenger seat, Milo. You know I can drive for three hours straight.”
Milo ran a hand through his hair and it was as if I flicked a switch that showed me a different side of him. “My wife died in a car accident.”
And it was all Milo needed to say to shut me up and my heart broke for him. Too young to have lost the love of his life. In honesty, that thought never crossed my mind when he mentioned that we were heading to the next town together because the alarms were flashing in my head when he said it, thinking of other things that may only be induced by my sexual imaginations. I reached out for his hand that was on his lap, putting it gently in between mine. “I’m sorry I was insensitive about that.”
Milo rem
ained silent and he was staring at our joined hands. For a fleeting moment, I wanted myself to enjoy the heat that his hand radiated and the sparks that made my entire body tingle, starting from the tips of my finger and moving in every area of my body. I felt Milo flip his hand and then place it on mine that was above his.
“The more you do this, the more you’re empathic...” His voice trailed off as his eyes seemed to be assessing our joined hands, “the more you make me want you and I’m not sure if you’re doing it on purpose, Megan. Are you?”
I sucked in a breath when I realized the desire that weighed his question and I looked at him and his gray eyes were blazing with the familiar heat. “I...don’t...”
We were still in the car and Milo had long turned it off and the windows weren’t rolled down so we were stuffed with air that was filled with sexual tension. Milo’s other hand reached for my free one and his thumbs began to caress my palms. “Don’t you, Megan?”
I wasn’t sure what Milo was trying to do but we were stuck in a two-seater car that was small and almost left us with no personal space but Milo leaned closer and my nose was suddenly filled with his masculine scent that reminded me of the ocean. His hands brushed against my thighs and all the alarms were blaring in my head again, the same way it did when he kissed me earlier.
Involuntarily, my eyes fluttered close as Milo continued to lean closer and I felt his lips brush against mine, too fast and too light and it was almost as I had imagined it. And when Milo began to speak, his lips brushed lightly against my skin, sending shivers all over my body. I wasn’t sure what his intentions were. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me or if he was just playing. But what he said earlier echoed his words before.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his breath kissing my skin as his lips continued to brush against me. My eyes were still closed and I pulled my hands away from her, placed them on his shoulders and pushed him off of me.
I was breathing heavily by this time and Milo’s eyes were clouded with lust but when he blinked, the confusion began to make way and he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. “I...Megan...I’m...I shouldn’t have...”
Milo looked at a loss for words and he ran a hand on his hair and then exhaled loudly. “I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have forced myself on you. I wasn’t sure what I was thinking, Megan. I’m sorry.”
And then he got out of the car and made his way to the front door, fishing his house keys out of his pocket and I stared at his silhouette. Pushing him away worked as if I’d dragged back his rationality in his body. But where his lips had brushed against my skin, where his hands had touched me and caressed me and made me feel wanted.
I wasn’t sure what was on my mind when I got out of the car. Milo was waiting for me on the front step. He looked embarrassed. “I don’t have my keys.”
I took out mine from my purse and handed it to him and he easily slid it on the lock and twisted, unlocking the door. Milo stepped in but I remained where I was standing, unsure if I had the courage to do what my desire-filled mind wanted to. “Milo.”
He turned around and looked at me. “What?”
I swallowed and bit my bottom lip. “Did you want me?”
Milo’s jaw clenched and it was like flicking a switch because his demeanor changed and I could almost see the lust and desire simmering in his veins. It felt like the minutes were stretching before he finally nodded his head slowly, licking his lips sensually with his tongue. “I did. I still do. And I need you to stop looking at me that way because the moment you’re going to step foot inside, I may not be able to control myself, Megan.”
I was chewing on my bottom lip at this point and my legs felt like jelly. My gaze was locked with Milo’s and I wasn’t sure what he could see in my eyes- desire, most probably, mirroring his own- but I felt myself moving forward, slow, gradual steps and as I walked slowly towards him, Milo’s eyes darkened and when I was near, I heard him suck a breath until I was right in front of him, an inch away.
“Then don’t.”
Just like that, Milo’s lips were on mine and the door shut close behind me as he pressed me against it, his mouth hot on every inch of my body. I moaned when he bit my neck and I could feel his hands sliding underneath my shirt, his palms flat against my stomach and his thumbs gently stroking my skin. I gasped when I felt Milo’s right hand suddenly squeezed my breast beneath my bra, his other hand unclasping it.
He tore my shirt off of me and I didn’t even have time to register what he just did. My bra fell off when I lowered my hands briefly and Milo picked me up, my legs automatically locking on his waist as he made his way to my room. He opened the door and threw me on the bed roughly. His eyes were shining brightly with excitement and lust and it looks silver like the moon.
I knelt on the bed, unbuttoning Milo’s dress shirt with fumbling hands. But Milo’s hands were on my shoulders and he pushed me on the bed. He unbuttoned the rest and then pulled off his shirt and my eyes glazed over at his toned and fit body. He removed his pants and was left with his boxers on and I suddenly felt his hand on the button of my jeans, unbuttoning it and then pulling my pants off of me, making me giggle at the abrupt pull.
We were both stripped down in our underwear and Milo crawled on top of me, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin and my hand was on his hair, fingers tangling with the soft black locks. “You have no idea how much I want you, Megan.”
His voice was a quiet murmur against my skin but my body reacted to his voice, shivering as he continued to speak as he kissed me. He pulled my panties off and he looked up at me, gray eyes bright with longing. Milo started kissing the insides of my thighs and I moaned when he was near my core and felt his tongue licking my folds.
Milo moved on top of me and our faces were inches apart. He pushed his two fingers inside my pussy and I gasped at the sudden intrusion and groaned when pulled so abruptly. He brought his hand to his lips and coated his mouth with my juice and then brought himself closer to me, pressing his lips lightly against mine. “Taste yourself, Megan.”
I wasn’t sure where this dominating persona was coming from but I liked it. I suddenly gasped when I felt Milo squeeze my side and then he positioned his head on my entrance again, his tongue suddenly attacking my pussy without warning. “Oh god, Milo!”
My hands spread out on the bed and I clutched the edge of the mattress as Milo suddenly rammed his fingers inside of me while he was nibbling on my clit, forcing me on edge further until I finally felt the sweet pleasure of my climax. But Milo didn’t let me rest, not even for one moment because I could feel the head of his dick positioned at my entrance and the swift, abrupt, motion of him entering inside of me without any fair warning.
I gasped when his full-length was inside of me and I stared at him wide-eyed. Milo’s eyes were closed and I clenched my vaginal muscles on his cock and he let out a shaky breath, opening his eyes slowly to stare back at me. “Dear God...”
Slowly, Milo began to move and I wasn’t sure if he was moving slowly on purpose but his eyes were shut close when he moved. He grunted and murmured, “Fuck, you’re tight, Megan.”
“Faster, Milo,” I whispered, my arms wrapping around his neck as he started to move in a different pace, his thrusts swift and quicker than when he began. He burrowed himself further inside of me and I moaned as his pace continued to quicken and my nails began to dig on his back. “Shit, yes, baby, fuck me faster, god, please, Milo.”
Milo’s hands interlaced mine and then he held both my hands in a lock with one hand, his now free hand moving to rub my clit in vigorous circular motions. “Shit, shit, shit, Milo!”
And then I came, my eyes fluttering close and I felt Milo’s grip on my hands growing lax until he finally released me. I convulsed beneath him and a minute later, I watched in awe as his eyes closed like mine had and he drew a shaky breath as he rode his own climax. He pulled himself out of me and with lust-lidded eyes watched as he removed the condom I hadn’t realized he had put on and threw
it on the garbage bin and he crawled by my side again, kissing my lips gently and then moving to my neck until his head fell on the pillow.
A part of me wanted to move closer to him and wrap my arms around him but I wasn’t sure where we stood now. I’d crossed the line with the knowledge that this would change everything between Milo and I. And I wasn’t even sure what tomorrow morning would bring now that it had been crossed. But then I felt a gentle hand wrap around mine, our fingers interlacing.
“Sleep,” Milo’s quiet voice murmured to me in the dimly lit room.
I moved to face him and our joined hands were in between the two of us. Milo’s eyes were closed and his lashes kissed his cheeks. Red flags were growing louder in my mind but I’d already crossed the invisible line.
There was no point in wallowing in the red flags.
Chapter 12
Milo
I woke up in a dark room, the lights barely enough to light it all up. There was the red glow of the digital clock stating that it was 4 AM. My arm was wrapped around Megan while her back was turned towards me and it was in that moment I knew, we had crossed the line and it wasn’t the kind of screwing around that was fuelled by alcohol. Both of us weren’t intoxicated with liquid courage. It was pure desire, lust and the satisfaction of a thirst that ultimately led us to make the decision and I wasn’t really sure if it was a good or bad thing.
A part of me wanted to slip out of the room quietly but when I began to roll out of bed, Megan stirred and then turned to face me. Despite the darkness, her features remained clear and I stared at her straight nose, her platinum blonde hair falling on her face, golden eyebrows framing her face and her lashes kissing her cheeks. Inside my chest, my heart thumped loudly as my eyes fell on her lips. Pink and swollen, calling out to me and enticing me, as if it was silently begging me to kiss her.