Hitting to Win (Over the Fence #2) (8 page)

M
y mouth feels
like the Sahara Desert wind threw a party in there. I try to swallow past the dryness, but moving my throat only brings the horrible nausea I am trying to clamp down on come back up. I roll over, hoping the re-positioning will help the little vomit gnomes kicking at my stomach lining. Except that when I do, my arm connects with something big and warm.

Peeling my eyes open, I stare into the early morning light, which has shaded this unfamiliar room in dark purples and grays. I pull my arm back and use it to prop myself up to see the other person in the bed, their back turned towards me. And that's when it hits me that I'm in Miles's room, sleeping in his bed. Half-naked, next to a half-naked Miles.

"Oh, crap." I grumble, flinging myself back down onto the bed.

"That's the first time I think I've ever heard you curse." Miles's gravelly voice shocks me in the dimly lit room. He rolls over and I'm treated to the most magnificent sight; Sleepy, bed-tousled Miles.

My heart does an actual dip all the way down to my feet. His curls are haphazard, molded to one side of his head. More than a dusting of five-o-clock shadow covers his face, and I find it so sexy that I have to fight from running my tongue across his jaw line. His eyes, one bright blue, the other bright green, are hooded, and I can imagine this is how they look in the middle of a slow, sensual moment. He's naked except for a pair of basketball shorts, and his humongous limbs dwarf me in the bed. A huge bed for a huge man.

"Sor...sorry if I woke you. I...um...did we?" I hold my breath, glancing down at my long legs which are clad only in my underwear. Thank god I wore a nice pair; blush lace with a bow in the middle.

Miles gives a sleepy, adorable smile. "Come on, girl wonder, you don't remember?" Noticing my underwear, his eyes flash with drowsy lust.

He's baiting me, I know it. Ugh, why did I drink so much last night?

"Don't worry, nothing happened. Except you throwing up in Travers's backyard and me carrying you home. And undressing you. Except not down to those babies. Although I'm not complaining."

I can my face burn bright red in the dark. Hazy images of last night come back to me. "I didn't throw up on you, did I?" Please God, I hope not.

Miles chuckles. "No, but you did gush about my heroic abilities. What a good savior I am."

I bury my face in my hands. While I don't remember what I said to him, I can only imagine. The thoughts about him that have crowded my brain for the past eleven years. "Can you just, forget I said any of that."

"Oh, hell no, princess. That stuff is stored up here for future ammo." He taps a finger to his temple and smiles.

A few beats of silence go by, and I'm painfully aware of just how exposed I am. We're lost in each other's smiles, and I know I should really leave. He's probably waiting for me to leave.

"What time is it anyway?"

Miles twists his upper half to check the clock on his cellphone, and the script running across his ribs stretches taut as he leans over. "It's 5:30 a.m."

He twists back around to catch me staring at the inscription in his skin. "Oh, okay. Well, I should probably get going." I sit up, scooting myself off of his massive king bed. But I stop just before my feet land on the floor, his hand catching my arm.

"Chloe, where are you going to go at this hour? You don't even have a car here. Stay."

His request is simple, but loaded. He wants me to stay?

"Only if you're sure..."

"I'm sure." He pulls me back up the bed, and uses his big hands to guide me back onto the pillows. "Much better." He smiles.

It's awkward, laying here with him. We have so much history between us, and yet we haven't really ever sat down to have much of conversation. When we'd grabbed pizza the other night, the conversation had been light and airy, just fluff. But here, in the darkness of his bedroom, half undressed and laying next to each other? I had no idea how to handle this.

"You want to know what it means?" Miles points to his tattoo, and my fingers itch to reach out and trace it.

"If you want to tell me."

"It's for my brother. He pass away...when I was seven. A car crash. But he always used to read Winnie the Pooh to me. So it's a line from those stories. The full quote is 'I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.'"

I try to conceal the surprise on my face. My heart warms at his openness. "I'm...so sorry that you lost him. I never knew you had a brother. The tattoo...it's meaning is beautiful."

"Most people don't. He was a lot older than me, and the accident happened so early into my time in grade school that a lot of people don't even remember it. I miss him everyday though. Jason...that was his name."

He's talking quietly and cautiously, almost as if he thinks I'll react in some repulsed way. "Of course you do. It’s only natural. I'm sorry you lost him, it's an awful thing to go through. But you know that he's watching over you. You have a special angel looking down on you."

Miles closes his eyes and gives a blissful nod. "You believe in all that stuff? God and heaven and all that?"

I answer immediately. "Of course I do. I know it might be hard for some people to believe, because they can't see it, but go to church one Sunday. The feeling that you get, with all of those people from different walks of life gathering to pray in one room, that feeling will make you believe in miracles. So, yeah, I know that there is a heaven and that your brother is there."

He picks up my hand, and I jump from the sudden contact. "I'm sorry for how I treated you all those years. And I'm sorry about the past couple months. I know I already said it, but, you didn't deserve that."

"Thanks." I whisper. He's splaying my fingers wide, running the backs of his nails up and down my open palm. The simple touch is sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"And you didn't deserve how I treated you the other night. I can't promise you anything Chloe, not anything like what you would probably want from me. But I'd really like to make up for the other night. And if you'll let me, I'd like to keep making up for it."

As he says this, he scoots closer to me, both of us laying on our sides in the middle of the bed. His chest is so close to mine that I can feel the smattering of hair there tickling my exposed collarbone. I know what his words mean, and they should throw me into a panic. He wants to be hook-up buddies, friends with benefits. He can't promise me dates, or romance, or a relationship. Or anything else that I've pictured with him.

But despite all that, I don’t pull back in the slightest when he brushes his top lip over my bottom one.

Normally in this situation, I’d be worried about morning breath, my hair, whether I had smudged makeup under my eyes. But with Miles, all I can focus on is the way his slightly chapped lips sweep over mine, coaxing my mouth open at the same time his hands work down my navel, squeezing my hips gently.

“You taste so sweet, like sugar.” He breathes into my mouth while he presses his forehead to mine, his nose nuzzling mine in slow Eskimo kisses.

He moves his head back in for more, nudging my lips apart and swiping his tongue tenderly over mine. Kissing a line down my chin and over my jaw, Miles angles his mouth to slide his wet lips over my neck, sending tiny tremors skittering over my flesh.

His big hands are stroking the skin on either hip, and I feel so close to that sought-after peak that I’m trembling with anxiousness. He’s already ruined me for anyone else after the other night, and his gentleness now is only adding to that.

“You’re so responsive to my touch. Especially when I kiss you here.” He bows his head to the spot on my collarbone that makes everything turn to liquid, and bites gently. I let out a strangled moan. “Mm, yes, that spot right there.”

I run my hands through his unruly curls, savoring the feel of their soft springiness. I pull a bit too roughly, dragging his head back up to mine. What starts as an easy, delicate kiss turns explosive, Miles kissing me with such reckless abandon that I start to see fireworks going off in front of my closed lids. I feel him, hot and hard against my thigh, and I know I’m affecting him just as much as he is me.

Pulling back, I can see the liquid fire burning in his eyes. “I need to see if your pussy tastes as sweet as your lips.”

His dirty words stoke the thunderous flames already consuming my body. Miles is so uncensored when it comes to sex, he talks openly. No one I’ve been with has done that, but I find it drives me crazy. The great, orgasmic kind of crazy.

Miles slithers his giant body down mine, and when he gets to the apex of my thighs, he rids me of my panties and hooks his mighty arms over my hips. They dwarf my body, and it’s like Miles has hijacked the bottom half of me. My anatomy betrays me, slick for him, belonging to him now.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He stares at my wet folds, drawing his pointer finger down over my sensitive nub, down the moist slit.

“So wet for me.” He trains his eyes on mine as his tongue darts out to lap at me. I shudder, the flames licking up my spine, goosebumps dotting my skin. “God, you taste like sugar. Like heaven. I could come just from licking your fucking sweet pussy.”

His filthy statements make me shudder in pleasure, and I feel my walls clench as he inserts one finger inside me. He’s rewarded with a moan and a gush of wetness from my core, and he makes an appreciative growl. My head is spinning from the intensity, and I need him inside of me so badly that I think I might be drooling and suffocating at the same time.

“Miles…” I moan as he works me over, plunging his fingers into me as he sucks on my swollen clit. “Now…please.”

“What’s that? You can’t take how good I’m eating your sweet juices?”

I writhe on the bed as he strokes the spot at the front of my wall, relishing in the bliss singeing my veins. “I want you now…please.”

Miles pauses, his mouth mocking in a wolfish grin. He pounces onto me, reaching for the bedside table as I remove the rest of my clothing. “I’ll make sure to use one of these this time.”

He stands up after retrieving the condom and pushes his shorts down his hips. I can’t help but stare as he frees himself, hypnotized by his engorged cock. How had that thing fit inside me? He’s huge, easily twice as big as any guy I’ve ever been with. Miles strokes himself, reveling in the attention I’m giving him. He’s so unabashedly bold, so dirty, yet I love it.

He climbs back onto the bed, rolling the plastic over his length. He pulls my body down to his, positioning me exactly how he wants me. Then he’s pushing into me, his big tool spreading my walls wide open.

“Yes…” Miles hisses and drops his forehead to mine, both of our bodies shaking in time with each other. He grinds his pelvis against mine while he’s lodged deep inside me, sending spikes of pleasure through my core as he hits my clit.

“Do you know how fucking perfect you feel? So tight for me, Chloe.”

Miles begins to move, pulling his cock out to the tip and then driving back in, sending seismic waves through my system. I’m so close as he rocks in and out of me, I feel the vibrations of an oncoming orgasm all the way down to my pores.

And then he pulls out, flipping me over before I can comprehend that I’m on my stomach. Miles pulls my waist up, spreads my legs and drives straight into me, bringing a screaming moan out of my throat.

“That’s it, princess. Scream for me. I know you’re right there. Come for me, come on my cock.”

I’m blind with pleasure now, the only thing my body computes is the need for release. Miles wrenches my hips hard back onto him in rhythmic, driving motions, and I’m arching up into every slapping thrust. I could be shouting for all I know now, but I can’t hear a thing. My ears are ringing, every ounce of my concentration focused on the mind-numbing bliss about to crash in waves over my body.

Then I’m coming, so hard that I fist my hands in his sheets, clawing at them like the orgasm is clawing at my insides. Miles feels me tighten like a fist around him, and he starts bucking wildly, curses ripping through the air.

“Fuck!” He stills, pouring himself into the condom, and I can feel the veins around his cock rippling with his release.

He collapses on top of me, both of us sated and sweaty, breathing hard.

I’m in so much trouble. Because…I will do this again and again, despite the fact that he can’t promise me a thing.

T
he humid air
is sticking to my skin, the fog machine casting weird patterns on the wall. The flat ballet skirt I wore stuck to my thighs as I attempted to move across the party, my crown jamming into my head when someone bops me on the head from above.

“Why did the boys insist on coming to this Halloween party? I can barely move!”

Minka and I are making my way across a house that would usually be considered enormous. But with this many drunk college students packed in, it was like a horny sardine can. I just held onto her tight, and tried to follow her spots through the crowd. She and Owen had come as Perdita and Pongo from 101 Dalmatians. You couldn’t miss her spots from a mile away.

Finally, we broke through, getting a fresh burst of air as we stumbled out the back door and onto the giant deck tacked onto the back of the house.

“Oh-ho, no way. Didn’t anyone tell you you’re supposed to dress up as something for Halloween, not come as you actually are?”

I turned to see Miles standing against the railing, looking devastatingly handsome in a three-piece suit, his blonde hair completely slicked back.

I smiled, looking down at my princess costume. “Apparently no one told you that. You know, since you came as a rich asshole.”

Minka and Owen break out in a fit of giggles at my sudden brashness.

“Well, well. Look who found a sense of humor while she was left in her castle. Did you practice on the dragon keeping you there?”

“Very funny. Seriously, who are you supposed to be?”

Miles reached inside his jacket, retrieving a little toy water gun and shooting it in his mouth. “Bond. James Bond. With tequila.”

I laugh as he grimaces from the aftertaste of the alcohol. We’ve been doing this since we slept together last week. Flirting, sniffing around each other. I know I promised myself I wouldn’t do this, but he’s making it so hard. Twice he’s maddest with me full-on in our rehearsals, and I’ve cut it off when I can force enough sense in my head.

But tonight? With it being All Hallow’s Eve and him looking like that? I’m not responsible for my actions.

“So, princess. You got a prince tonight? Or has no one been trekking to the keg for you?”

“A keg? That’s not fit for a princess. Although a cranberry and vodka I’ll take.” I wink at him. I feel very bold tonight. After all, I’m not myself.

“Coming right up.” He pulls a James Bond move and disappears back into the house.

“What the heck is going on with you guys?” Minka eyes me, the spot over her eye making her look more exotic than ever. If that was even possible.

“I’m not sure. We are just, doing whatever comes.”

“Whatever comes, huh?” Owen snorts, and Minks hits him.

Miles moves back in with my drink, and I sip on it for something to do. We all stand there, Minka and Owen flirting quietly with each other, Miles smiling at me and alternately looking around the party.

“So, do you want to dance?” He offers his arm to me.

“Hm, for some reason, I think we might be good at this, together. I’m not sure why I have that feeling.” I tap my finger on my chin.

“Come on, spoiled princess.” He grabs my hand and puts his other arm on the small of my back.

Walking through the party like this, people can’t help but stare. Miles is so tall, and such a powerful force on campus, that people stare at anything he does. The fact that he’s parading his dance partner around a party, I’m sure this is only going to the fuel the “who’s hooking up with who” rumors from the show.

But right now, I don’t care at all. All I care about are the tingles spreading up my back, the main source of which are coming from Miles’s warm, large hand spread over it. He ushers me into the house and into the living room, where a huge makeshift DJ setup covers the entire front wall.

Miles grabs my hips and turns me around, pulling my back to his front. The hip-hop beat blares over our heads, spreading and infusing everyone around us with energy and rhythm. He picks up the slower undertone in the music and snakes his fingers up my body, tickling from my hips to my ribcage and back again.

I turn my head so that my cheek rests on one of his chiseled pecs, my eyes turned up to look into his face that is bent over mine. We body roll to the beat, our entire forms in tune with the other.

His exotic eyes gleam in the glow of the black light shining on us, and I can’t help but notice the hot desire burning in his orbs. I know what he feels, because I’m pretty sure my eyes are mirroring the same thing.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispers in my ear, nibbling on the lobe. Shivers work their way down my skin, collecting and pooling low in my sex.

I shove back further onto his cock, feeling the rigid form outlined in his suit pants. I turn around, pushing his jacket off his shoulders until he throws it across the room, never to be found again.

“Miles! Wasn’t that expensive?” I giggle as the song changes to an upbeat pop song.

“I don’t care.” He growls, diving in to lick at my neck as he winds his long arms around me, pulling me as close as our bodies can get.

My body flushes from hot to cold and back again, his hands roaming my back and butt, toying with the layers of my tutu. I reach for the tie he’s wearing, pulling on it as I dip myself back, his hands roaming my cleavage. I’m so turned on that I don’t even care who’s watching, that there is a room full of people around us.

“Come with me.” Miles drags me with him, almost hauling me off my feet as he finds the stairs in this mansion and flying up them. When we come to the first doorway, he pushes in, and we’re greeted by dark silence.

Miles pins me up against the door, the move making me wetter than I already am, my nipples beading to hard, hot buds. He bites at my neck, suckling and drawing deep moans from my throat.

“What if someone comes in?” I gasp as he starts drawing my tutu down, rolling the tights from my hips.

“Aw, come on, princess. Live a little. Doesn’t this turn you on?”

I don’t know how he knew it, but he did. This did turn me on. The thrill that someone could hear us, someone could come in.

His fingers inch my tights down, and I want to scream at him to hurry up. I am sweating, burning up, and Miles’s curls descend to my nipples, stinking out so distinctly across my pink tank top. When his wet, hot saliva hits the material, I groan, the sensation almost too much for me to take.

“You taste amazing, even like this.” His words made me even hotter.

And then he shoves his big hand inside my tiny thong, searching until he found the bundle of nerves that blew me to smithereens. I wiggled against the door as he rubbed my throbbing clit, trying to chase the stars bursting in front of my eyes.

“Miles. Now.” I needed him.

He straightened, grabbing his wallet and fishing out a condom.

“Did you know this would happen?” I smiled, still in a hazy comatose state.

“I never assume anything when I’m with you. You make me act like a crazy person. I had to come prepared.”

He unzips his fly, pulling his large cock out through the zipper opening, leaving the rest of his pants buttoned. It turned me on even more, this dirty way he positioned himself. He rolls the plastic on, pinching the tip in a way that makes my clit throb harder.

“Get on the bed.”

I saunter to the bed.

“Lay back.”

I lay back, spreading my legs for him. I’m so wet and hot that just that motion makes me hurdle towards the edge of orgasm. Miles moves over me, nudging my thighs open more with his giant limbs. His shirt hangs open on his shoulders, the leathery expanse of his chest rubbing against the material of my tank top.

“Look at me.” He grunts, and thrust into me in one, smooth motion.

I keep my eyes locked on him as I let out a breathy yelp, adjusting to his massive size. Everything about Miles is bigger than life, and it's the same deal in the sex department.

“God, Chloe. You feel amazing.” He pulls almost all the way out, and slams in again, making my whimper.

I am so close to the edge that I can practically taste the orgasm about to grip me by the spine.

“Miles…”

“Yes, say my name.”

Miles begins to really move, and I know we aren’t being quiet anymore. Thank god for the pounding speakers downstairs. He’s cursing and pinning my hands back, and I can’t help the loud moans escaping my throat.

It only takes a minute before I’m exploding, the orgasm rolling down my neck and back in waves.

“FUCK.” Miles slams into me, holding himself there while he comes. I watch the euphoria light up his face, the way he tenses but completely relaxes all at once. He collapses on me, both of us filling our lungs with air and clutching each other.

“Well…” He’s breathing heavy when he lifts up and smiles at me. “Happy Halloween.”