by Jolie Day
He put his hand in his pants and pulled his dick to sit upward under the waistband of his pants. It looked so hot when he did that. I’d never particularly liked or disliked the sight of a man touching himself—until Miles… it just turned me on when he did it.
He opened the door and took the food from the guy. I couldn’t see the delivery man.
When Miles came back, I asked, “So, did he know?”
“Of course he knew.”
“Sure?”
He laughed charmingly, nodding, and put the food down on the table. “He gave me a thumbs up.”
“Of course.” I sighed.
31
ROSE
Food was the last thing on my mind. And by the looks of it, it was the same for Miles.
He walked toward me, pulling his T-shirt off by reaching to his neck with his hand and tugging it over his head in one smooth motion—a moment of glory on its own—and then he proceeded to lean down and remove my camisole. Within three seconds, I was completely naked. Miles tossed my top somewhere beside him and positioned himself over me smoothly. Our mouths met before our bodies did, and I let out a small groan of contentment.
He pulled me closer to him, his body hard and strong, molding against me perfectly. I felt his legs settling between mine, pushing them to open for him. His hard length under his sweats pressed against me, and I sighed with pleasure. He carefully rested his body on top of mine and held his weight on his elbows, with his hands cradling my head.
“Nice?” he rumbled.
I nodded. “So nice.” By some miracle, I had the ability to talk. “Right?” I asked.
“Maybe… maybe not,” he teased, making me laugh.
We kissed deeply but softly, just enjoying each other’s bodies. My fingers reached up his neck and through his hair, and when I brought them back down again, I let my nails lightly scratch his back, mindful of his scars. His manly growl was a reward, and it encouraged me to continue.
My hands moved slowly down his back, and when I reached his ass, I grabbed and squeezed. I felt Miles chuckle into my mouth, and he pushed his dick harder against me.
My thumbs slid under the band of his sweats and boxers, and I began sliding them off.
“Good thinking,” Miles rumbled.
He leaned on one elbow to help me undress him fully. Soon enough, his boxer briefs were all the way down his leg, and he’d managed to kick them off. His mouth continued to wreak havoc on my body.
“In my room this time?” I suggested, already feeling out of breath from desire and in a rush to get him into my bed.
“Let’s go.” He stood up immediately, taking me along with him.
“Looks like somebody’s in a hurry,” I teased him.
He gestured for me to lead the way, and as I did, he smacked my ass. Hard. I squealed with surprise and delight, and practically ran to my room.
When I reached my bed, I turned around to see him calmly walking toward me, sexy and confident. He stopped only a few inches in front of me and glanced into my eyes.
Deeply. Darkly. Dangerously.
Oh, I was falling for this man.
I grabbed his neck and pulled his lips down to mine, while turning him and using my hands to push him backward.
Miles abided, offering no resistance. He moved back on the bed while I climbed over him—our mouths never leaving each other, alluring and seductive. With a strong grip around my thighs, his tattooed biceps bulging, and his chest looking manly and inviting, he leaned back.
My hands ran over his pecs and down over his abs, feeling every bump and curve. His dick was standing straight up, thick and heavy.
“Baby… Rose,” Miles mumbled, closing his eyes momentarily and squeezing my thigh.
Slowly, I inched him into me, his thick girth stretching me open.
Miles had both his hands on my ass and was helping me along, showing me his need to be inside me right now. “Oh my God, you’re perfect,” he whispered hoarsely.
I reveled in the feeling of the steel of his cock within me—feeling so wonderfully full—and I began moving, pulling myself up and then pushing down again, and again, with my hands braced on his shoulders and his hands encouraging my movements.
“Miles…”
“Ah, Rose…yes, nice, keep going…”
We couldn’t help but say each other’s names as ecstasy overtook us. It was as if we needed to acknowledge this feeling between us, a feeling of never having felt anything better. I wasn’t sure about Miles, but I knew for sure: I’d never had such amazing sex with anybody before him. Did he feel the same? Quickly, I pushed the dangerous thoughts from my mind, telling myself just to enjoy the moment.
And boy, did I enjoy it.
I let my head fall back, keeping my rhythm steady and intoxicatingly slow. It was pure torture, but I couldn’t deny myself the sweet agony of prolonging my release just to feel him for a while longer. Miles was running his hands up and down my thighs, and staring at me focused, tender, and immersed.
“Rose… I love what you do to me,” he rumbled, and I loved his words.
I loved how he told me what was on his mind, and I loved how he thought and spoke and acted. And, how he looked at me! All the attention he was giving me made me feel as if I was the center of his world.
I smiled and leaned down to kiss him, picking up my pace, using this gorgeous man’s body to drive him and me wild, and I felt no shame at all.
“And I love what you do to me, Miles,” I breathed.
Pleasure overtook my body, forcing me to move my hips, and not wanting the feeling to ever stop.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I whispered.
“I won’t.”
Some time later, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours—I was so lost in loving Miles—we lay panting, coming down from our highs. Our bodies were still connected, and we were catching our breaths.
“Damn,” he rumbled and wrapped his arms around my body, holding onto me and kissing my cheek lightly.
“Ditto… I don’t think I’ve ever felt so satisfied.” I was lying with my limbs sprawled across the bed, and absolutely spent. “Or so happy.”
After a moment of silence, Miles turned his head to look at me. “I’m happy, too.”
Hope fluttered in my heart.
“What about the contract?” I asked, completely out of the blue. I wasn’t sure why it’d just popped into my mind. “I know we have a clause in our contract and everything…”
“Obviously, you can’t help yourself.”
“Hey.” I nudged him into his side, making him squirm.
“Okay, we can’t help ourselves,” he corrected. “So fuck the contract.”
“We definitely don’t have the worst sex,” I joked. “Right?”
“Yeah.”
“But, it could be better. Right?”
“Exactly,” he nodded. “We should practice more. Wait. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Maybe…” I shrugged, acting all innocent.
“So, how would you feel if we made this a friends-with-benefits situation? Because, honestly—I want more.”
“You want more?” I asked. I knew he wasn’t talking about romance, of course. Still, I had to hear it from his lips.
“Yes. I want you more,” he said.
“And that means…?”
He leaned in and kissed my neck. “I want your body on mine as often as I can get it there.”
Okay, he was just talking sex.
Good. I could live with that. I wanted him, too, as often as I could get him. Because, let’s be real here. All that trying to resist him just led to wanting him more. So, basically, by not resisting, it would lead to wanting him less. Right? And less was ultimately good, especially in this case.
As long as no feelings were involved, I was fine.
The reason for the “nothing physical clause” was so there were no blurred lines. It was a business deal only. But clearly, we’d moved past that. Once again. I d
ecided, internally, that the new line would be set at “no emotional attachment.” Meaning: No feelings. No cuddling. No dreamy eye-gazing.
Sex, however, would be allowed.
Romance, not.
“Okay.” I smiled at him.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
His smile widened, and he kissed me. “That’s good news. No, excellent news,” he said. “We’ll keep it purely platonic. Well, except the sex part.”
I gave him an amused facial expression, because I’d just thought the same thing. However, I wanted to cement that thought in order to protect myself, just as I’d tried to do with the clause before.
No romance. No romance. No romance.
Because this could not be more. I had to make sure that I remembered this was only a deal, not a relationship.
So, I covered my doubts with a joke.
Heart banging out of my chest, I said, “You’re completely full of yourself if you think I’m going to fall in love with you.” I gave him a cheeky smile, but my confident grin was completely forced.
As we lay there, tangled together, I wondered if I was just bullshitting myself.
Answer: I was.
I was falling for him, and I didn’t know how to stop.
32
MILES
You’re completely full of yourself if you think I’m going to fall in love with you. Was that what Rose just said? What the fuck?
The truth was I was worried about the opposite.
This gorgeous and sexy-as-fuck woman had blown my mind, once again—and that made me question fucking everything. What happened? What happened to my old neighbor? Who’d ever thought she’d be the coolest, most relaxed, fun girl?
But she was right. No love. I couldn’t catch feelings for my fake fiancée. I wouldn’t fall for my own scheme. All my plans would go to shit.
“Yeah, yeah,” I replied to her comment, casually. “All right.”
“All right!” She sat up on the bed, looking happy. “Let’s not put too much weight on this arrangement… if either of us wants to get physical, we’ll tell the other, okay?”
I nodded with a dazed smile.
“Keep it simple,” she added. “We’re friends.”
“With bens,” I added, before I could help myself, you know, to make sure.
She laughed, and I leaned up and grabbed her face, pulling her down to me and kissed her. My hands were entangled in her hair, and she began her slight moans, melting in my arms, giving in to me.
She was ready for round two? Hell, yeah.
Within seconds we were getting at it, butt ass naked.
Rose was moaning in pleasure under me. Just when enough blood had rushed out from my brain to support my intentions—her eyes dancing in anticipation of all the oh-so-naughty things I’d do to her—we heard the unmistakable sound of someone at the door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
What the fuck? Was this fucking Groundhog Day? You know, where the day repeats itself?
Hell, yeah. If it was Groundhog Day, this would be a bullseye.
Super Bingo.
Jackpot of all jackpots.
Am I the luckiest motherfucker on this planet, or what? I couldn’t have caught a better day for that. And by the way, I’ll totally roll with it, never ever trying to go back. I’ll live this day forever and never miss a thing.
Bring it on.
Rose pulled herself up. “You don’t think that’s the delivery guy again, do you?” she frowned. “Why would he come back?”
“To hear more action, maybe,” I joked. “Let’s ignore it.”
“Oh my God, really? No, it’s creepy as hell.”
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Whoever it was, they certainly were insistent. The knocking sounded urgent.
Knock!! Knock!! Knock!!
“Hmm, I doubt it’s him. Let’s go get our clothes,” I said and lifted myself from the bed.
We both got up and rushed through to the lounge, where our clothes were scattered all over. I watched her naked ass as she hurried ahead of me. I smiled to myself. I couldn’t get enough of that view.
I grabbed my sweats and T-shirt, pulling them on quickly and walked toward the door, ready to give the creeper hell, not before trying to rearrange my dick in my sweats—so it wouldn’t have an “undesired effect.”
When I reached the door, I glanced back to check if Rose was decent. She’d pulled her clothing back on and was sitting on the couch, watching me, like an angel free of sin. Perfect.
She was hilarious. I held back a laugh.
To my immense surprise, when I opened the door, I didn’t see the creeper.
I saw my mother.
Oh, shit! Well, this is awkward.
Remember what I’d said earlier about Groundhog Day?
Well, forget that. I sure as hell wouldn’t want a repeat of this shit.
Was Dad with her? I looked behind my mother to check. No. My mother stood there, alone, looking regal in her tasteful older-woman clothing, holding her handbag and a small brown deli bag in front of her.
“Mom!” I said, my tone a little bit too surprised. “Is something wrong?” I added, making things worse, while I tried to ignore my inopportune—but rapidly retreating (we’re talking lightning speed)—semi.
“Miles, honey! No, no! I hope it’s okay, me popping in like this. I was just in the area visiting a friend of mine.” She smiled at me, hopefully, before lifting the brown paper bag. “I brought you some brownies!”
“Of course. Of course. Thanks, Mom. Please come in,” I stood aside for her to enter and looked back at Rose. Rose had gotten up, hurriedly cleaning the lounge up. I closed the door and followed my mom inside.
“Oh! Rose, dear! You’re here! I’m so sorry, have I interrupted a date night?” My mom asked with her hand on her chest while she looked between the two of us. “Or something else?”
“No, no. Not at all, Mom,” I said.
“Not—at—all. Hi, Helen!” Rose walked over, looking a little frazzled. She gave my mom a heartfelt hug and a kiss on her cheek. “It’s wonderful to see you.”
“Rose, lovely, I brought home-made brownies. I remember you said you loved baking. We can exchange recipes!”
“Oh, I’d love to,” Rose’s face lit up. She smiled brightly, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the friendly way Rose spoke to Mom, considering the whole situation. She was doing it purely because she really liked my mom. Something inside me warmed at that.
“Mom, some coffee?” I asked. “Maybe a glass of wine?”
“Oh no, dear. I’ll come back another evening when I’m not disturbing the two of you.” She said enthusiastically, thinking it was a simple solution.
Rose looked at me and widened her eyes. Shit. I knew what her eyes meant. No matter what time my mother picked to catch me alone, on any given evening, she’d always run into Rose, because Rose was now living here.
This was it. Time to announce “the surprise.”
“Ah, Mom. Rose has actually moved in with me,” I said, as easy-going as possible, while I stood feeling like a teenager, whose mom had just walked in on him fucking his girlfriend in his bedroom. Which basically, she had. Well, almost.
My mom looked surprised and put her hand up to her mouth. “Oh gosh! Is that so! I’m happy for you two!” Then, she slapped her hand against my shoulder, frowning at me. “Why didn’t you tell me, Miles? You should have told me.”
I tried a chuckle. “Sorry, Mom. It was a… recent development.” It wasn’t a real lie I just told my mom, but at the same time somehow, it was, and I felt horrible.
Rose stepped up to take some heat off of me. “Yes, it’s true. I only recently decided to move in. Life’s crazy sometimes, isn’t it?”
She smiled at my mom, suddenly looking just as guilty as I did. Why? We’d done nothing wrong. This was just the most perplexing moment I’d experienced in a long time. It was tricky as shit.
“You see,” Rose said, when Mom didn’t
say anything, “In a way, the lease was ending at my place next door, so Miles kind of offered. Right, Ducky?”
“Right…”
Rose nodded her head and smiled at me as if she were silently thanking me. The look worked, because my mom saw it and immediately calmed down. I was standing smiling awkwardly between the two women, when suddenly Mom screamed.
“Ahhh!” She looked at the floor.
Daisy was sliding in between my mom’s legs, just as she had done with me. Did the little minx like my mom?
“Oh, and who are you?” Mom said in pleasant surprise after she’d realized it was only a cat. She reached down to pick the kitty up.
“That’s Daisy, my little girl,” Rose said, smiling. “Miles took her in, as well.”
I shook my head. “She obviously likes to surprise people. She did the same with me. I nearly jumped out of my skin.”
Mom and Rose laughed at that, and while I shook my head chuckling and starting to feel all relaxed, I happened to notice something sticking out from under the couch.
Rose’s fucking thong.
My fucking boxer briefs.
Perfectly in line of sight.
I’d only had time to pull on my sweats, not even thinking about underwear. Rose must have faced the same dilemma and come to the same solution.
Now they lay here, like ticking time bombs.
My heart began pumping fast. I realized I did not want my mother to see those. Totally whipped teenager, not a grown-ass man. Before you judge, there’s no way a “We just fucked, Mother, so what? And by the look of things, we’ve entered fucking Groundhog Day, and there’s going to be a lot more fucking from now on. So next time, better fucking call ahead, Mother,” would be the better thing to say.
I made silent eyes at Rose, who looked at me questioningly.
I laser-eyed to the couch, and she saw what I was slightly worried about. Her face turned a shade of cute red, and she snickered awkwardly. Hearing that, I almost laughed, too.
“Well, I’m glad I’m welcome, loves.” Mom put Daisy back down and looked between us. “I’m so sorry to have barged in. Let me have a look around.”