Miles (Highway Reapers MC): Inked Hearts (6 page)

Chapter 18

Every morning Brea woke up with a smile on her face. She hummed to herself as she showered and spoke to the birds which gathered in the window basket outside. She felt like she was in some Disney movie. Gone were the sad, cooped up days in her old home. She was finally free and able to be herself. And she’d met a man who made her heart race, who let her live out all her sexual fantasies without any judgment.

Tucking in to her bowl of cereal Brea looked up at the map of the United States which she’d hung above her sofa. It was something she’d picked up in town a few days ago, along with some bright pink pins. The entire map was dotted with pins as though the country had broken out with some strange neon chicken pox. But each pin meant something – it represented a place Brea wanted to visit. Now that she’d been brave enough to venture out to Colridge she didn’t just want to stop there. She wanted to see the huge glass buildings of New York City, run along the beaches in Miami and walk along the film stars’ names in Los Angeles. She wanted to see everything. She felt like the whole world had suddenly opened up to her and she wanted to enjoy every part of it.

Chapter 19

“So this is it,” Miles opened the door to his motel room, ashamed of how modest it was inside. Brea deserved to be staying at five star palaces, not some shabby place that cost twenty bucks a night. But she walked inside as if it were the Ritz, admiring the four small walls and complimenting Miles on how nice he’d kept it.

“I like it,” she concluded, hands on hips. Even in the small room she looked tiny, like an exquisite doll.

“I’m glad you like it,” Miles nodded at her. His heart was already racing, wondering how long it would be before he had her naked on the bed with her legs spread. He got a semi just thinking about it.

Brea swiftly gave him his answers. She sexily maneuvered herself towards him, unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing as she moved.

“What if I want to talk first?” Miles teased.

“Do you?” Brea cocked her head to one side, a smile pulling on her soft lips.

“No,” Miles growled the word as he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. Her tongue slid against his and desire within him grew, not to mention his cock. As she shed her clothes she went on to hastily removed his jeans and t-shirt. It was the first time they had both been completely naked together. Now all of his scars were on display but Brea didn’t mention them. Instead she turned around and crawled up on to the bed, curving her back and raising her ass in the air. Miles inhaled and clenched his hands in to fists. She was so sexy he thought he might explode there and then.

Fully on the bed on all fours Brea glanced back at him, her hair tumbling in to her eyes.

“What are you waiting for?”

Miles quickly joined her on the bed, positioning himself behind her. He ran his hands over the perfect roundness of her ass. They were so soft and perky. She gasped when he touched her, already aroused. Slowly he reached for the warmth between her legs, pressing his thumb against her clit. Brea groaned and he could feel her slick wetness against him, making him even harder, which at this point, he didn’t think was possible but she did this to him.

“Fuck me,” Brea ordered breathlessly.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” Miles ordered as a finger teasingly slid up inside her. She was so wet and tight. Just perfect. He bit down on his lip to stop himself crying out at the thought of it.

“I NEED you inside me,” Brea panted. “I want you to fuck me hard, my bad boy.”

Miles withdrew his hand and frowned. For only a second it aggrieved him to be her bad boy. He wanted to be more. But then this was the part he’d been groomed to play. He was the bad boy with the tattoos and the cocky attitude. He rode in to town on a motorcycle with a cloud of dust and would soon disappear the same way. If Brea yearned for a bad boy then that was what she was going to get.

“Fuck me,” Brea pleaded.

Miles gripped her hips and guided himself up into her. He groaned as his dick became enveloped in her moist warmth. He began to push back and forth, his eyes roaming over her perfect curves. Twice he smacked her perfect ass, loving how when he did, she became even wetter and gasped with delight.

“That’s it,” Brea cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

Miles entered her completely, almost climaxing as he did. She felt so fucking tight. He fucked her hard, giving into his own desires. She groaned and cried out beneath him and after a few minutes, shuddered as she came. Miles tightened his grip on her and cried out in delight, the sound escaping from him as he leaned back and filled the condom he’d hastily put on.

Panting, they breathlessly collapsed side by side on the bed. Miles could hear the drum beat of his own heart. Usually this was the point he’d made his excuses and ask her to leave. But all he wanted to do was lie beside Brea until he fell asleep. So that’s exactly what he did.

Chapter 20

“So what’s this?” Miles gestured up towards the dotted map of America. Brea leaned contentedly against his chest. They were on the floor of her apartment, naked, except for the blanket which was now wrapped around them.

It was the first time Miles had seen Brea’s apartment. She’d had no reservations about inviting him over. Everything with Miles felt so natural, so safe. She loved how it felt to be in his arms, to feel as if nothing and no one could ever hurt her.

“It’s a map of America,” Brea teased.

“I can see that,” Miles gave her a playful nudge. “I’m wondering what all the little pins mean. Are they places you’ve been?”

“No,” Brea wilted slightly against him. “They are places that I want to go.”

“Oh,” Miles nodded. “I see.” There was a slight pause as he cast his eyes over the vast array of pins.

“You want to visit a lot of places,” he commented.

“America is a big place,” Brea replied. “And I want to take it all in.”

“You been to many of the places before?”

It was a logical question but Brea couldn’t help but be affronted by it. Sylar had successfully stifled much of her development growing up. She’d never travelled beyond the borders of their small town until recently. Would Miles be deterred by how little she’d seen of the world? His sleeve of naval tattoos hinted at a life spent exploring. Brea envied all the adventures he must have had, all the wonders he must have seen.

“No,” Brea replied curtly, clamoring to her feet and taking the blanket with her to protect her modesty.

“Hey,” Miles followed after her, his tone soft with concern. “I didn’t mean anything by that. I was just asking.”

“No,” Brea stated again, less sternly this time. “I’ve only ever been in my home town and Colridge. My life has been a little…sheltered.” She chose her words carefully for fear of coming across as strange.

“You had strict parents, huh?” Miles gave her a sympathetic smile and then started pulling his pants back on. Brea chewed her lip nervously. It would be so easy to say nothing, to just let Miles think that she was from a family with strict parents. But she wanted there to be no secrets between them. Brea could feel herself falling for Miles and she didn’t want to taint that feeling by lying to him.

“Actually, my parents died when I was twelve.”

“Woah,” Miles paused, only one leg in his pants.

“My…um…” Brea felt nervous beneath the sudden heat of his gaze. He was looking at her like she was some injured little bird who might never fly again. And she wanted him to see that she was still capable of spreading her wings if she wanted to.

“My brother raised me after they died.”

“That’s mighty kind of him,” Miles continued dressing, appeased by her response. “A big task for a young guy to take on.”

“Yeah,” Brea agreed. Gratitude swelled in her chest but it was swiftly countered by crushing feelings of guilt. She’d been so resentful towards Sylar for holding her back, had been so desperate to get away from him, to experience life in a new town. Did he now hate her for leaving? She prayed not.

“He gave up everything to take care of me.”

“He sounds like one hell of a guy.”

“He is,” Brea agreed. “Only…” was she going to sound wretched and ungrateful if she told Miles how stifling living with Sylar had been? How she’d felt she had no choice but to escape his strict regime where she wasn’t even permitted to go into the town to use the library.

Miles gazed at her expectantly, his eyes wide and soft with patience. Brea was astounded by the depth of understanding he displayed. On the outside he was this tough, tattooed guy with mysterious scars but beneath that steely exterior he was as soft and sweet as melted chocolate.

She loved him. In that moment Brea knew it to be true. But she also knew it was too soon to declare such feelings. Clearing her throat she focused instead on discussing Sylar.

“He could be a little over protective,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing with guilt.

“In the end it just got to be too much and I had to leave.”

“I’m sure he just thought he was doing right by you,” Miles offered kindly. “It can’t be easy trying to step in to an adult’s shoes when you’re still just a kid.”

“No,” Brea sighed, “it can’t be.”

“But hey,” Miles came towards her and looped a strong arm across her shoulders, tilting her towards her pinned map of America. “How about one day you get on the back of my motorcycle and we set off across the country visiting all these places you’ve pinned?” 

Brea thought how it would feel to ride behind Miles, her arms locked around his waist her hair free and flowing in the wind.

“I’d like that,” she smiled.

“We could do a whole tour,” Miles swept his free hand grandly through the air. “We’ll listen to some real, authentic blues in New Orleans, eat freshly caught lobster in Maine and go whale watching in California.”

“Catch a show in New York, dance in the rain in Chicago and ride a boat down the Mississippi,” Brea said dreamily. She felt like she was describing something that happened in movies. There was no way that could ever actually be her life, could it?

“We’ll do it all,” Miles tenderly kissed her forehead.

“So now you know all about me, you ever going to tell me where you got them scars?” Brea delivered the question as softly as she could and Miles still tensed. He released her from his embrace and headed over to pick his shirt up off the floor and pull it over his head.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine,” Brea hastily added.

“No,” Miles sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it. Or maybe it is that,” he raked a hand through his hair and shook his head.

“I like being this big, strong guy for you,” he gave her a sexy, lop sided smile. “And some of my stories, well, they risk changing that. And I don’t want that to happen.”

“You could never stop being my big, strong guy,” Brea slunk her way over to him, letting the blanket she’d gathered around herself drop the ground. She was completely naked. Her nipples hardened as she looked at Miles and licked her lips. She saw a ripple of desire run through him.

“You are…” he laughed and grinned to himself. “You are one hell of a girl, you know that?”

Brea smiled sweetly as she kept walking towards him. “You’re one hell of a guy,” she told him softly.

When she was in reach Miles pulled her to him and they started kissing passionately. His tongue pressed against hers as his hands ran the length of her curves. Brea loved kissing Miles. His kisses were always so passionate yet tender. She could get lost in one of his kisses. When he put his lips against hers he could silence all her doubts, all her fears in a single second. All that existed between them was the kiss and the heat of it, burned everything else away.

Miles’ hands ended up in her hair, tumbling through her the dark strands as he drank her in, tasted the depth of her kiss. Brea wanted him. Whenever they kissed she was filled with this powerful desire which she could never fight against. It was as if she was under a spell and all that mattered was being with Miles.

Brea reached out and began to unbutton the pants he’d only just put back on. Miles ceased kissing her briefly to step out of them. He’d not worn boxers that day and was instantly exposed. Brea grinned when she saw how hard he was already. They kissed again, Miles leaning back for the briefest of moments as she hurriedly tugged his t-shirt up over his head. Then their naked bodies were pressed against one another, writhing together as they kissed. Brea could feel herself getting wet. Her entire body began to tremble with expectation. They’d already had sex on her apartment floor that day, her knees still bore the carpet burns to prove it.

This time she wanted to do something different, something daring. She broke the kiss to lead Miles to her window which offered an impressive vista of the rooftops of Colridge. Leaning forward she planted her palms against the glass. Miles groaned approvingly, understanding what she wanted to do. Gripping her hips he entered her from behind. Brea let out a delighted gasp as he pressed her against the glass, the cool of the window pane feeling strangely wonderful against her bare breasts.

Brea climaxed twice against the window. As Miles pulled her away her body had left a sweaty imprint upon it. He maneuvered her towards the sofa, sitting himself down as though he were about to watch television. Brea straddled him but faced away from him. She heard him moan as he slipped inside her. Then she slowly began to tease his dick, rising up and down and arching her back. She could hear Miles’ breath getting quicker along with her own.

“Oh baby,” he cried out, “you feel so good.”

“Do you want to cum for me?” Brea asked seductively as her movements became faster.

“God, yes,” Miles gasped.

Brea raised and lowered her butt as fast as she could, feeling Miles’ entire girth within her. She’d never felt more sexy and more alive than when they were together. He planted his hands upon her shoulders, pushing her down against his dick. Brea squealed out in shocked delight as she climaxed again. As the shudders ran through her body she felt Miles briefly expand within her as he released a contented sigh.

“Wow, Brea,” he gasped as she climbed off his lap. “Just…wow.”