“I could say the same about you,” he chuckles. “I’m still notsure you’re not some figment of my imagination, and I’m just living out a fantasy in my dreams.”
“Ow!” I yelp, rubbing the spot on my butt where he just pinched me.
“Nope,” he grins. “You’re real.”
“Of course I’m real. Does this feel like just a dream to you?” I lift up and take him deep again before setting a pace that has both of us losing all sense of reality.
“If it is, it’s one I don’t ever want to wake up from,” he moans, gripping my hips and bringing me down harder this time. My arms go around his neck as I hold him close, my breasts bouncing against his chest, and my sensitive nipples rubbing against his skin.
His mouth lands on my neck as he sucks and pulls my flesh with his teeth.
“I’m barely hanging on, so I need you to cum for me, honey,” he growls against my skin before finding my lips. His tongue invades me ruthlessly as he tangles with mine. “There’s no way in hell I’m going without you, so ride my cock as hard as you want to get you there. It’s yours now, so use it,” he says in a low voice before leaning back against the headboard and watching me.
My fingers rake down his chest as his gaze simmers with heat. I know he’s fighting to stay in control, but I have every intention of making him lose it as I feel my body edge toward what it needs.
Using my leg strength, I ride without abandonment, taking him deeper and harder than I ever thought was possible. I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but right now, I welcome it.
“Fuck,” he grounds out. His face is tight with restraint. “That’s it, honey. Use me.”
His hand leaves my hip and lands on my center. I feel histhumb on my swollen bud as he teases me while I ride. Every thrust sends currents of electricity through my body, building up my core with a deep, simmering spark ready to ignite.
“Miles…” I rasp out his name, letting him know I’m close. Biting my bottom lip, I try to get ready to stifle my sound.
“I’ve got you,” he pants, pulling me to him and burying my face in his neck. My cry is muffled as I feel myself shatter around him.
“Fuck,” he growls into my hair before releasing inside me. My walls squeeze him tight as we pulse together. I hold him as close as I can get him, wanting to crawl inside him if I could.
Tremors shoot through me as I breathe in his smell deeply. I feel his hands on my back as he fists my hair and holds me just as tight, like we are both afraid to let go.
We stay locked together in each other’s arms until our breaths finally return to normal. His hand rubs my back in a soothing motion, and I just want to curl up and stay here forever.
“How does omelets sound in the morning?” I ask softly, letting him know that it’s okay if he stays the night.
“It sounds perfect,” he whispers, throwing the covers over us and keeping me locked in his arms. We lie there just feeling each other's heartbeats sync together until we eventually let sleep take us under.
“Momma!”The sound of my daughter’s voice wakes me up from my slumber with a jolt. I immediately panic and cover myself with the sheet. My eyes frantically look for Miles next to me, wondering how I’m going to explain why I'm naked in bed with Charlie’s, Uncle Miles.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I see the bed empty besideme. Bee jumps up and tackles me. Laughing, I brush back her wild bed hair out of her eyes.
“Someone is excited this morning.”
“Miles came for breakfast again and woke me up for a secret surprise for you! We’ve been working on it all morning!”
“What time is it?” I glance at the clock on my nightstand and see it’s almost nine. I can’t remember the last time I got to sleep in this late.
Miles walks in with a breakfast tray loaded with food. He’s wearing the same pants and tee from last night. I can tell his hair is still messy from sleep, and he’s also barefoot, but to Bee, there’s no reason to think he came straight from my bed.
“Surprise! We made you breakfast! I helped stir the eggs, and Miles even let me cut up some strawberries with a knife!”
“Butter knife,” he corrects quickly. “And no fingers were hurt in the process,” he smiles, and sets the tray down on the bed. Three plates are filled with an omelet and strawberries. “I came over this morning to check on Gizmo and thought it would be fun to surprise you with breakfast in bed. It was Bee’s idea to add the strawberries.” My heart swells at how much he includes my daughter and how their relationship is growing.
“Cause you love strawberries, Momma.” She reaches over and plops one in her mouth.
“I do love strawberries.” I hug Bee to my chest and kiss the top of her head. “This is the best surprise ever.” I smile over the top of her head and silently mouththank you.
He winks at me and grins before sitting on the bed next to us like he belongs.
“It’s a picnic in bed,” Bee giggles, taking a bite of her eggs. I noticed he scrambled them just how she likes them.
