“You think I came back with you because I’m babysitting? I’m not babysitting,’’ he states. “I have brought us a couple of films to watch. I had it planned before they even mentioned going out tonight. Going out wasn’t even on the agenda until Maverick brought it up. I promise you.’’
“So, you don’t want to go out, you want to stay in and watch a movie with me?’’
“Why, did you want to go out?’’ he asks not answering my question.
“No! I thought you only said no because you noticed how uncomfortable I was when he brought it up.’’
“No, Kayla, I didn’t just say it. Yes I noticed the tension in your body, but I promise you I already had this planned. We’ve got a long day tomorrow and after the car journey today I just wanted to lay back and relax. Plus, going out isn’t my thing.’’
“Mine either,’’ I blush, feeling embarrassed about my response to him coming back with me.
“So, film? You in?’’ he asks smiling.
“Yeah. You just better have brought that Adam Sandler movie with you,’’ I warn and he bursts out laughing.
“The one with Jennifer Aniston in it?’’
“The one and only,’’ I grin as we make our way into our room.
“I may or may not have,’’ he smirks and I push on his arm softly, giggling. I like him teasing me. He doesn’t do it to be mean like other kids used to; he does it because it’s him.
“That was so good. How funny was the part where he kicks the wrong woman under the table? I’m still crying over it,’’ I laugh, and I laugh hard. This has to be one of the funniest films I’ve ever seen. It had everything in it and the romance, awe, the romance. They were falling for each other like they were seeing each other for the first time. I’m not even going to mention those kids of hers, they had me in stitches. The little girl tries to impersonate a British accent. I swear, we don’t sound like that, posh, sophisticated and well…snobby.
“Want to watch another? It’s only half nine.’’
“What did you bring… a video store?’’ I giggle, wondering how many he brought with him.
“Are you teasing me?’’ he asks seriously, and I bite my lip to try and stop myself from giggling. He smirks, a look of amusement washing over him. Then his hands reach out of the blanket and come towards me and before he can reach me, I jump out of the bed squealing, laughter bubbling out of me. “Oh no you don’t,’’ he shouts, amusement in his voice. That’s when I feel his large hands wrap around my waist, careful of my bruises and pulling my back to his front. My laughter echoes around the room and his laughter follows as he throws me across the room, I gasp, a rush of air leaving me before I land with a bounce on the bed, wincing a little when it catches my side. Myles follows, jumping over me, but his body doesn’t touch mine, he just hovers over me.
I’m surprised I haven’t freaked out over the intimate position, but Charlie’s words about giving him a chance settle in, and I look up at him and smile. My eyes gaze down to his luscious mouth. God, his lips look so full, so ripe, and so mine. I reach up, my mouth slowly caressing his and I’m surprised when he lets out a growl, the only other sound in the room apart from my heavy breathing. The bottom half of his body is presses against mine. My mouth opens around his and I gasp. The sensations overwhelming my body are becoming too much. When he reaches down, his hand to my neck, his lips to my mouth, I can do nothing but kiss him back.
Shit, he can kiss.
Not that I’ve got anything to compare it to.
His tongue reaches mine and I moan shamefully, and loudly. Myles reacts by tightening his hold on my neck and where his hand lays on my hip.
The tingles shoot down my spine and butterflies flutter in my stomach as the kiss deepens and I know I’ll never feel anything as good as this. When my body moves on its own accord and rubs against his hardness I gasp in horror, but Myles doesn’t give me time to freeze, to panic, he just moves his leg over so he’s now straddling one of mine and in that moment I know I’m definitely in love with Myles Carter.
The hand on my hip moves slowly up my body until he reaches my breast, then with his thumb, he strokes underneath, earning a startled moan from me. I feel him smirk against my lips before pulling away. When he doesn’t move in to kiss me again, I open my eyes, confused.
“You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts,’’ he whispers, his eyes boring into mine.
“So are you,’’ I whisper back, my face flushing.
A deep chuckle vibrates against my chest and I tilt my head to the side wondering what I said that was funny.
“Babe, I’m not beautiful, never call me beautiful, not in front of anyone, especially Max,’’ he grins.
“But you are. Would you prefer I use the words sexy, handsome, rugged, flawless-” I start, but he cuts me off, slamming his lips down to mine and I find myself lost in the kiss. So lost I don’t realise I’ve started grinding my core down on his thigh, all I can feel is his lips on mine, and the sensations overwhelming my body from everything that he’s driving my body towards. My movements become jerky and Myles’ kiss becomes hungrier, his hands exploring every inch of my stomach, his fingers light as to not hurt press into my bruises and when he pulls back, looks at me in the eyes, and says, “Can I?’’ I don’t hesitate to nod my head, wanting, no, needing Myles to be the one to touch me intimately for the first time. When his hands reach under my T-shirt my body stiffens at first, the touch foreign, but at the same time welcome. I’m nervous, and honestly, a little scared. But then Myles reaches back down, his mouth pressing against mine and I lose all coherent thoughts as makes my mind dizzy with lust.
Slowly, knowing my reaction, my past, Myles slides his fingers against my stomach, his skin feeling smooth against mine and I moan into his mouth. They work their way up, stopping short of my bra covered breast before hesitating.
“Please, touch me there,’’ I plead, not having time to feel embarrassed about how blunt I’m being. He growls into my mouth again, the noise becoming one of my favourite sounds. He doesn’t waste another second before slowly peeling down my bra cup, my breast falls free and I arch into his touch. I’m more than a handful, even to Myles who has large hands and he groans, his hips coming down to my leg, rubbing his erection against me and I decide I don’t mind that much, I’m just not ready for it to go any further than it is now.
His fingers circle my nipple before lightly pulling and my body craves something unknown, something I’ve never had before and that scares me in a way, but in the other it’s something that excites me. My hips start to rub faster against his leg, the friction stirring sensations in my lower belly and I can feel it tightening in a good way.
I moan again, more loudly, not caring if anyone can hear me now, all that matters is Myles and the feelings he’s inflicting on me.
“Fuck, you are incredible,’’ he moans into my mouth and then I explode. It’s the only way to describe it. One minute I felt like my whole body was coiled up real tight, and then the next second I just exploded. My eyes close tightly and a silent puff of air escapes my mouth just as my back arches off the bed, my head now thrown into the crook of Myles’ neck.
“What was that?’’ I whisper shocked, and overthrown from the sensations still tingling all over my body. What the hell did he just do to me? Not that I’m complaining, it felt good, real good.
He leans up before looking down at me, his eyes glassy and dark. He gives me a soft look before leaning down to give me a peck on the lips.
“That, Kayla, was an orgasm.’’
“But…but we…we didn’t… you know,’’ I blush, feeling my cheeks redden.
He chuckles, a small smile playing on his lips and I decide I love that look on him. His erection is still hard and pressed against my leg and I wonder if it’s hurting him. I’m not naive, I know what boys do to get off, I’m not that much of a hermit, but it has to be painful for him.
“You can have an orgasm without having sex. Are you feeling okay? I didn�
�t hurt your bruises did I?’’ he asks softly, his voice worried and eyes drawn together.
“No. No you didn’t hurt me,’’ I tell him truthfully. I haven’t really thought about them. They’ve ached all day, especially sitting in the car for so long, but other than that they’ve surprisingly been okay. I think it’s helped I’ve had Myles and the others to keep my mind off it.
“Good,’’ he smiles, leaning down to peck my lips once more. That’s when I feel his hand still up my top and I giggle. He looks at me, and when I look to his hand he chuckles. He pulls my bra cup back up before sliding his hand out of my T-shirt. “I’ll put on a film.’’
I watch his ass jump out of the bed, over to his rucksack and pull out another DVD. This one is one I’ve already seen, Red Riding Hood. After putting the disc in, he’s just about to jump back into bed, but then a commotion from outside stops him in his tracks. He looks to me and grins and because I’m feeling mellow, my whole body relaxed and sated, I don’t find the energy to feel the same enthusiasm as him, so I just give him a weak smile. I know it’s the others coming back, I can hear Max bellowing down the hallway from here.
Myles shakes his head and jumps back into bed, and chuckles when he hears Max shouts.
“She wanted me, I’m telling you,’’ Max shouts, sounding so sure.
“Bro, she threw a drink in your face,’’ someone else says, I think it’s Malik, but I can’t be too sure, it could be Maverick.
“She wanted me,’’ he declares again, their voices coming closer.
“Bro, get over it. She made it clear how she really felt about you once she found out your real age.’’
“I weren’t going to lie to her, man. If a woman can’t handle me, fuck um, but I’m telling you, she was all over my junk. Have you never seen it in the movies when chicks will ‘accidentally’ on purpose, just to get their hands on the man’s junk?’’
“Bro, like Malik said, she threw it in your face,’’ Maverick laughs, answering my earlier question.
“Girls?’’ Max whines, obviously needing back up and I giggle loudly into Myles when neither Denny nor Harlow answer. “Great, now Kayla is going to think I got a drink threw in my face,’’ he says and I giggle harder.
“Night, Max,’’ Denny laughs, sounding like she’s right outside our door. Denny and Mason are in the room next to us, Max on the other, and down from Max is Maverick. Malik and Harlow are a room down from Denny and Mason, both out of the way.
“Kayla, she wanted me,’’ Max shouts through the door and Myles and I burst out laughing.
“Is he drunk?’’ I ask on a whisper, but wasn’t quiet enough, because Maverick shouts through the door to answer me before Myles can.
“Yeah, Kay, he is. Idiot thought he was cool doing shots of sambuca with a bunch of college chicks,’’ he laughs. “Night, guys,’’ he shouts through, still laughing.
“Night,’’ I shout back, giggling, Myles shouting the same.
“Night, twinny, may you have a shit night’s sleep,’’ Max shouts. “Love you, brothers, and ladies, but you, Myles, you, my twinny are my bestest. You gave me food so you could starve,’’ he shouts again, but gets silenced by Maverick. We hear him push Max into the room telling him to get some sleep before we hear Max groan. “Okay, okay, damn it, I’m going.’’
“Twinny?’’ I giggle, more quietly than before.
“Don’t ask. He gets affectionate when he’s had a drink. He’s all hands on,’’ Myles chuckles.
“What was he on about when he was talking about starving?’’ I ask curiously.
“Oh, I was the smallest when I came out. Max had taken everything,’’ he laughs. “He was 7lbs newborn, while I was only 4lbs. He thinks he owes me some sort of gratitude.’’
“Bless him. That’s kind of sweet when you think about it,’’ I chuckle, and then shiver when the night’s cold air hits me.
“You cold?’’
“A little.’’
“Come on. Let’s get you into bed,’’ he tells me. We both jump up off the bed, pulling the blanket back, but end up struggling. We look at each other and laugh, and then both pull at the same time. It’s like someone has glued the bloody bed sheet to the bed it’s that hard to pull down.
“Shit, did they super glue the thing down to the mattress or something?’’ Myles groans then steps back a foot when his side of the blanket comes loose. I look at him and shake my head, wondering how the hell he made it look so easy. I try again, pulling with all my strength. I pull that hard I don’t feel the blanket coming loose, and I end up on my ass, Myles still on the other side of the bed, laughing.
“Jesus, this bed should come with its own warning label,’’ I laugh, Myles laughing harder at my gracefulness.
“Some of us are trying to get to sleep,’’ Max shouts through the wall and Myles and I start laughing. “Fuck, someone stuck my blanket to the bed,’’ we hear next and I laugh harder, falling down on my back.
We hear him muttering about the blanket before we hear a thud on the floor and I know he’s done the same thing I just did which makes me laugh harder.
Myles helps me up from the floor and as soon as I look at him I fall into another fit of laughter. I can’t help it, it’s funny. We get into bed, shutting the lights out and playing the DVD.
It’s not ten minutes before my eyes start drooping. With the long drive and the intense orgasm I just had and the emotions from having one have drained me and a yawn escapes my mouth before I can cover it.
“Tired?’’ Myles asks, followed by a yawn of his own.
“Yeah,’’ I mumble tiredly.
He gets up turning on the side light before getting out of bed and shutting the DVD down and turning the tele off. He gets back into bed wasting no time in pulling me to him. I don’t bother fighting, I love being in his arms, I love the feel of safety he provokes in me.
I’m just falling in a deep slumber when banging on the wall above our head starts.
Myles’ groans, and I giggle wondering what the hell Max is doing that has the bed banging against the wall. When it doesn’t stop Myles sits up and bangs on the wall.
“What the hell are you doing, Max?’’ Myles shouts.
“Breaking the bed in,’’ Max shouts back and I stifle a giggle.
“You went to bed alone, Max,’’ Myles laughs through the wall.
“Not that,’’ Max shouts before we hear another thud. “The fucking bed is rock solid, man. You could get more softness out of a cardboard box.’’
I start laughing, burying my face into the pillow.
“Max, just go to sleep for fuck’s sake,’’ Myles laughs.
“Kayla, laugh all you want because if I don’t get my eight hours I’m an unhappy Max, and nobody likes an unhappy Max. Everyone loves a happy Max.’’
“How much has he had to drink?’’ I giggle.
“Kayla baby, you should have come with us, I’d have rocked your world,’’ he shouts then we hear another shout from another room and it has to be one of the others. I also want to shout, I doubt he could rock my anything, his brother does that by just being him, but then they’d know how close I am to Myles and I’m not reading to share that.
“Maverick, I’m going to sleep now. Did you break your bed in?’’ he pauses. “Fuck, yeah, goodnight. Night, Twinny. Night, Kayla,’’ he says before one last thud on the wall happens. That’s when Myles turns over, onto his side, grabs me around the hips and pulls me to him, keeping his hand away from my bruised ribs. I snuggle back into him, my ass to his groin and before I know it, I’m fast asleep.
Chapter Fifteen
KAYLA
After an eventful night of listening to Max fight with his bed, I woke up this morning to Myles peppering light kisses all over my face.
I was so darn sure after what happened between us last night that I would wake up drenched in sweat from a nightmare, but for the first time in over two years, I had a dream. I dreamt about Myles. Him kissing me, him touching m
e, and him making me laugh. So, for once, I woke up not plagued by a nightmare, but in a dream, one that felt like I still hadn’t woken up from.
We arrived at the park a few hours ago. The place is jam-packed with people from all over the place. It’s had me a little on edge with the place so crowded, but then I’d feel Myles’ touch or presence and my heart would calm down. In fact, I think everyone noticed I felt a little on edge. I’ve found Maverick hovering close by me too, and when we’ve gone on a ride that has three seats he’s always made sure I’m sitting between him and Myles. I know this is on purpose. I heard Maverick talking to Myles about it when they thought I wasn’t paying attention.
Now we’re stopping for some lunch. Max is slouched over the picnic bench looking a little green.
“How are you holding up, Max?’’ I ask softly. He’s sitting opposite me, Maverick and Myles on either side of me, and the rest scattered in the empty seats.
“Starting to wish I didn’t do that last shot of sambuca last night,’’ he groans.
“Well, Twinny,’’ I tease. “You’ve only got yourself to blame,’’ I giggle.
“Oh God, I called him Twinny again, didn’t I?’’ he asks, mortified, and I giggle. Myles and Maverick chuckling beside me.
“Yep,’’ I giggle, and look up when I see Mason, and Malik walking over with our trays of food.
They set the trays down and hand Max a full breakfast and a glass of orange juice.
“Get this inside ya, kid. It will do you some good,’’ Mason tells him with a grin. Max groans, but grabs a knife and fork anyway from the tray and tucks in.
Once we’ve eaten we sit talking, letting our food go down and going over where to go next when I mention Swamp. It’s not a ride I particularly wanted to go on, but with Max looking so green it seems like our best option. I really don’t want to be on one of the big rides and have him throw up, especially if I’m sitting behind him.
“Isn’t that the boat ride, the haunted one? It’s meant to be good,’’ Maverick grins mischievously. Max has gone to the toilet so he doesn’t have any input, but I’m sure he’ll be thankful his stomach is getting a rest.
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