"Your chariot." Miles presses his palm against my lower back as he helps me inside. His smile is ear to ear.
Even after a year together, it's not like him to wear his heart on his sleeve. Not this nakedly.
"I don't know how to handle you being this openly affectionate." I scoot next to him on the bench seat. "Say something sarcastic. I have to be sure you're my Miles Webb."
"Whose Miles Webb do you think I am?"
"That's a start."
"I don't mind you ordering me around, but it's not going to end with us using our mouths for conversation." His voice shifts, half cocky, half sincere.
That's the Miles I know. "Better." Nerves dance in my stomach as the limo pulls away from the hotel. We're going to our wedding venue. I have to make the call on whether or not we're getting married there tomorrow night.
No pressure.
Teasing with Miles feels normal. Like it's not three days after my first semester of med school, two weeks before he leaves for another four months, God knows how many minutes before I decide when we make this official.
I shift onto his lap. "How should I order you around?"
"Oh, you want me to demonstrate?"
I nod.
He tugs at the neckline of my t-shirt. "Get rid of this."
"Why?"
"You'll like what happens after."
I like it already. I pull my t-shirt over my head and watch as his eyes go wide with desire. "We've never had sex in a limo."
"Better change that." He unhooks my bra and slides it off my shoulders. "You still look nervous."
"I am."
He smiles. "You trust me."
"Miles, you're supposed to be rocking my world with passion. No conversations about the future of our relationship."
"How should I be using my mouth?"
I turn my head, offering my neck to him. His hands go to my hips. He pulls me closer as he presses his lips against my skin. It's a flutter of a kiss. The softness sends heat racing through my body.
My thoughts have been running in circles for the last two days.
I need this break. I need to stop thinking and feel.
There's no patience in my movements. I tug his t-shirt over his head. Then my hands are on the hard muscles of his chest. His lips are on my neck. He kisses harder. Lower. His lips trail over my shoulders. My collarbone. My chest.
He kisses every inch of my new tattoo. "Fuck, this is the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
"Show me."
His eyes connect with mine. "Gonna be fast."
"Good." I shift onto my knees so I can unzip my jeans and slide them off my hips.
Miles takes over. He pulls my jeans off my feet. Then it's his jeans at his knees. His boxers.
Damn, he looks as yummy as ever sitting there, waiting for me to mount him.
I plant my knees outside his thighs, bringing my body onto his. No more thinking. Right now, I want to feel how much my body needs his. How much my heart needs his.
He presses his palm against my sex. "Fuck. You're wet."
I nod.
His hands go to my ass. He watches my expression as he pulls my body onto his. His cock strains against me. Then he's inside me, stretching me, filling me.
My hands go to his shoulders. I stare back at him. This is where I belong. If only we could skip the rest of the world. No work, no friends, no family, no ceremonies of any kind.
Nothing but our bodies joining again and again.
I lean down to press my lips to his. He tastes good. Like toothpaste and like Miles. His tongue is as hungry as mine is. He kisses me like he's never kissed me before.
My love for him overwhelms me. I feel so fucking whole when we're joined like this.
We belong together.
We'll figure the rest out.
I rock my hips to meet his movements, pushing him deeper. My thoughts fade away as he thrusts into me.
He moves deeper. Harder.
Pleasure collects in my core. I squeeze his shoulders and break the kiss so he can work me properly. His mouth goes to my chest. His tongue flicks against my nipple, sending pangs of pleasure through my torso. Again. Again. Again.
My sex clenches. I'm getting there. But I want more.
I bring my mouth to his ear. "Rub me."
He groans with pleasure at the command. His hand goes right to my thigh. He rubs my clit with his thumb.
Fuck. That feels good. He always takes care of me. Here. And everywhere else.
He kisses his way up my chest and neck. Then his lips are on mine. The kiss is equal parts tender and hot.
Affection pours between us. We're already pressed together, but still, I want him closer. Deeper. I press my palms against his back and pull him closer.
I spread my knees wider so he can go deeper.
"Mhmmm." Miles groans. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. He holds my body against his as he drives deeper. Harder.
Pleasure overwhelms me. Almost.
I spread a little wider. Shift a little closer.
His mouth goes to my chest. He sucks hard. His groans vibrate against my skin. It's like this is the only way he can contain himself.
I surrender to the sensation of our bodies joining. He has all of me. I have all of him.
That's what matters.
The tension inside me builds to a fever pitch. With his next thrust, I tumble into an orgasm.
"Miles," I groan. Pleasure spills through my limbs, all the way to my fingers and toes.
My sex pulses around him, pulling him closer.
He's almost there. I can feel it in the fast movements of his hips, in the way his chest and stomach muscles tense.
He sucks hard on my nipple. Then it's teeth. He bites just hard enough it feels amazing.
I tug at his hair so I can manage the sensation.
With his next thrust, an orgasm overtakes him. He groans against my skin. He digs his nails into my hips. He thrusts into me, his cock pulsing as he fills me.
We stay pressed together until we arrive.
We're here. At the venue.
It has to be perfect. I don't want to wait.
I want to marry him as soon as possible.
Chapter Ten
Megara
My eyes go wide. It's perfect.
The courtyard is bathed in bright sunlight. Ribbons of chiffon flow from the altar in the center out to the edges of the room.
Right now, everything is decorated with white and pink. White chiffon, white ribbons, soft pink rose petals.
But it can be purple.
It's going to be purple for our ceremony.
The coordinator, Candy, shows us pictures of other ceremonies they've performed. There are dozens of different color schemes, dozens of styles. Some are busier, louder. Some are simpler.
One is perfect.
The aisle is decked with red rose petals. It's lined with potted roses. The altar is overflowing with red roses. It's so full it looks like it's going to collapse on the happy couple.
It's beautiful.
Like a fairytale.
Miles pulls me into a close hug. I slide my hands under his leather jacket so I can pull him closer. I'm used to the smell of that jacket. It smells like him. Like home.
I blink back a tear. Damn. Look at me. Getting emotional over roses and bows.
"Would you like to see the reception site?" The friendly coordinator asks.
Miles rubs my shoulders over my coat. "I think she needs a minute."
"It's beautiful. You should be crying."
"Princess, I thought I didn't cry."
"You don't cry."
"You want me to cry?" He smiles. "That's cruel."
"Miles." I stare into his piercing blue eyes. "I love you. It's perfect."
He leans in to kiss me. It's chaste for him.
Fuck that. I rise to my tiptoes so I can press my lips to his. I slide my tongue into his mouth. My body is no longer satiated from our limo sex. I need him again.
Now.<
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I need him every night. Forever.
My heartbeat picks up. I let my thoughts drift away as I follow Candy to the reception site. It's just as beautiful, just as straight out of a fairytale.
The grand ballroom is painted in shades of ivory and silver. And it's decorated with that same rich, red motif. Roses are everywhere. Crimson bows and touches are everywhere.
Candy laughs. "The ceremony this afternoon has a clear theme."
"My fiancée wants everything purple." Miles squeezes me. "The brightest purple you have."
I squeeze Miles's hand. "You really want purple?"
"Of course." He presses his lips to my forehead.
He has everything figured out. He's perfect.
"Any changes you'd like?" Candy asks.
I shake my head.
Miles laughs. "I think that's a no."
They exchange goodbyes. I'm too in a daze to notice what it is they're saying. The decorations will be purple tomorrow.
Rosie will be here. A little piece of her will be here.
Miles waits until Candy is gone. He pulls his cellphone from his jeans and turns to me. "I want to show you something."
"Is it your cock? I'd like to see that again." He unlocks his cell screen, taps it a few times, and hands the phone to me.
"Is it a picture of your cock? That would be quite the curveball."
His smile spreads ear to ear. "Princess, I don't delete my old photos. I'm sure there are plenty of pictures if that's what you're after."
"Good."
His expression gets serious. "Look at the screen."
I do. It's an itinerary. Flights. One from Phoenix to Orange County. Then, two days later, from Orange County to Denver. A week later, a flight from Seattle to Orange County. Then from Orange County to Chicago.
It goes like that for five months.
There are a dozen round trips. We'll never be more than ten days apart.
I look up at Miles. There's all this affection in his clear blue eyes. "You're going to spend your entire tour on airplanes."
"Only the breaks."
"This is too much."
"No. It's just enough." He rubs my shoulders. "If you get spare time, I'll fly you out. But if not, that's okay. Your life doesn't have to change. You don't have to give up anything you want, Meg. Including us together as often as possible."
I do the math. This will give us forty days together. With the break, that's almost two out of the next five months.
I can do that. But- "You want to stay with my parents? Half these dates are during the week." It's no problem staying at the Malibu mansion on the weekends, but, with traffic, it's two hours from school.
The same smile spreads over his face. "About that."
"About that?"
"Go to the next email."
I do. It's a confirmation for a lease. The address is in Newport Beach.
It's an apartment for us.
There's even a message about Miles wanting to add my name to the lease.
"There are pictures," he says.
There are. It's smaller than the place in Malibu—it's hard to compete with a mansion— but there’s plenty of room in the modern condo. There are two bedrooms, a wide main room, a balcony and a shared pool.
And you can see the beach from the windows.
"Fifteen minutes to UCI. Half an hour in traffic." He drags his fingertips over my neck. "It's ours through May. After, we can renew or we can find a more permanent place."
"You want to live in Orange County?"
"I want to live where you are, Meg."
"What if I do my residency in Arizona?"
"Then I'm in Arizona." He slides his hand to the back of my neck. "I talked to Tom. He wants to slow down too. More time off during tours. Fewer private gigs. We might not make as much money, but-"
"You're already worth thirty million."
He laughs. "Yeah. Only eight or nine for the other guys, but that's plenty."
"I can't believe you're bragging at a time like this."
He smiles. His forehead connects with mine for a moment. Then he pulls back enough to stare into my eyes. "I'm not saying it will be easy. I'm sure there will be days where you get home and wish I were there. I'm sure there will be nights on the road where I need you like I need oxygen. But we'll figure it out. Any time you need me, call. I'll find a way to be there."
"What if you need me?"
"I'll find a way for us to be together." His eyes fill with affection. "You're going to be a great doctor one day. I'll always have music. That will change with the times, but it will always be in my heart. Right next to you."
"But I'm the only one here." I drag my fingertips over his chest, over the tattoo of my name.
"Yeah. You're the only one here." He leans down to press his lips to mine.
When the kiss breaks, I stare back at him. "Okay. Now, I believe you promised to show me your cock."
He laughs. "Princess, you know I always give you what you want."
He whisks me back to the limo.
And we make excellent use of our free afternoon.
Chapter Eleven
Miles
We barely make it out of the limo in time to pick up our marriage license. Damn. We're late. I check the clock when we stop at our hotel room to change. Again, I'm in slacks and a button-up shirt. Meg wears a knee-length ivory dress and silver wedges that give her an inch on me.
The woman lives in flats. I'm almost never looking up at her.
Well, not when we're dressed.
What the hell time is it anyway? I check the clock again. As hot as she looks with the dress hugging her chest and waist, this has to wait until after dinner.
The Japanese restaurant is packed to the brim. I lead Meg through the fray, straight to the reserved room in back.
It's through sliding screen doors. They're white and tan, a stark contrast to the dim room and its black accents.
Despite its lack of windows, the private room is bright. Paper lanterns hang from the ceiling. There must be a few dozen in shades of red, pink, and blue.
The room is full of friends. I'm sure I'll be sick of the three of them by the end of the tour, but I'm happy to see them now.
Tom, Drew, and Pete—they're my family. They get on my nerves, get in my space, and piss me off because they love me.
Everyone is seated at a long table. Tom's wife—fuck, I'm still not used to that—Willow is next to him in the back. Her magenta dress matches her magenta hair. Behind them are Pete and his fiancée, Jess. She lifts her head from his shoulder to nod a hello to me. She smiles at Meg.
Kara and Drew are on the other side of the table, next to Meg's parents. She jumps out of her seat to hug us hello, first me then Meg.
Kara whispers loudly enough I can hear. "Is this really happening?"
Meg nods.
Kara squeezes her tighter.
Drew is next. He offers Meg a quick hug. We make eye contact, a look that says, I'm happy for you, but I don't desire the proximity of your body. We shake hands.
The Steele brothers are wearing their usual trouble-making smiles. Tom brushes a hand through his sandy blond waves. The other hand is curled around a wrapped present.
He thrusts it into Meg's hands. "Don't open it in front of your parents."
"Oh." She looks at the purple wrapping then looks up at Tom. "Is it a sex toy?"
Tom laughs. Pete chuckles.
"I should kick your ass for that." I address both of them.
"Wait until you see what it is. You'll like it." Tom gives Meg a tight hug. He shoots me the same look Drew did.
"Oh, don't be a pussy about it." Meg pushes us into a hug.
It's quick. A second. Then Pete takes his turn.
He whispers something in Meg's ear. Her cheeks turn red. Damn. Knowing the dark-haired bassist, I'm sure he said something positively filthy. I should kick his ass for that, but Meg looks fucking adorable blushing. And she's eyeing me like she's already thinking
about what we'll do when we get back to the hotel room.
Pete hugs me without any of Tom's shyness.
"You dirty talking my girl?" I ask.
He chuckles. "Offering some advice for later."
"Advice about pleasing a man?"
He chuckles, shakes his head, and pats me on the back. "Can't believe you're doing this."
"You got engaged after three months."
Pete shrugs as he pulls back. "Don't have commitment issues."
"That cuts me, Steele."
I glance at his fiancée. Jess plays with her long blond hair. Nervous or... no, she's antsy. She's got the look of a woman who wants to be alone with her man.
I can respect that. I did drag the two of them away from their bedroom. I catch her gaze and nod hello. She waves and smiles back.
Tom busts between us. "When do we get to see the new tattoo?"
"Do I ask your wife to whip out her tits so I can gawk at her tattoo?" I come back.
That earns me a laugh from Tom and a glare from Drew.
Willow gets up from her seat. She hugs Meg and me then settles next to Tom. "Is my husband bothering you?"
"My wife is so rude." Tom shakes his head with mock outrage. "I'm going to have to take her back to the hotel and punish her."
Willow blushes. She turns to us. "I'm happy for you guys. You're such a lovely, tall couple."
Tom laughs.
"What?" She pouts. "They're really tall. Both of them are taller than you are."
"You're emasculating me, kid." Tom squeezes her.
"Right," she says.
"You should remind me of my virility right now." Tom smiles.
Willow shakes her head, endeared. Then she motions to Meg. "I was thinking." She leans in to whisper in Meg's ear.
Meg blushes. "Oh. I don't know that we'll have time."
"We can do it tonight," Willow says. "I'll send Tom away."
Tom shakes his head with mock incredulity.
"Aren't you having a bachelor party?" Willow asks.
"Do you want one?" Tom looks to me, his brow screwing with confusion.
Don't drink. Don't gamble. Don't have any interest in lap dances from strippers. Makes bachelor party options pretty slim.
I shake my head.
"Miles has seen enough tits to last a lifetime," Tom teases. He looks at Meg and motions to the present in her hands. "Use that well."
Again, Meg blushes. She manages to hold Tom's eye contact. "Did Miles really talk to you about slowing down?"
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