Myles (Carter Brother#3)

by Lisa Helen Gray

  His hand runs lightly down my side, the warmth from his hands seeps through my night shirt. When he reaches my ribs, I giggle. “That tickles,’’ I whisper.

  “It does?’’ he whispers back his lips at my jaw, kissing their way up to my ear where he takes my earlobe into his mouth.

  I gasp, completely taken off guard by the sensations running through my body. I can’t get enough oxygen to my lungs, the feelings are that overwhelming. When his fingers run on bare skin where my shirt has pulled away from my pyjama shorts, I moan against his cheek. My fingers move to his cheek just as he rolls us so he’s positioned above me. The position doesn’t scare me, especially when I look into his eyes and see nothing but love. My hand travels up his chest, drifting into the scruff of his hair and the back of his neck. He moves his face into my neck, the rough texture of his jaw rubbing against the sensitive skin below my ear.

  My body aches, and the urge to move my hips into his like I did last time is building to the point of pain. I feel like my whole body is strung up so tight it will only take one touch for it to diffuse.

  I feel him pull away and when he makes no move to touch me, I open my eyes to find him looking down at me with worry in his eyes.

  “I don’t know what to do,’’ he groans looking pained. “You’re not ready.’’

  He goes to move, but I put my hands around his neck, stopping me. “Don’t stop. I’m not ready to have sex, but please touch me. I don’t just mean my boobs either,’’ I blush, feeling my face heat and redden.

  “You’re killing me.’’

  “If you’re not ready, then we can wait,’’ I panic, not thinking he might not be ready.

  “I’ve only ever slept with one person, I just want this to be good for you,’’ he says biting his bottom lip.

  My eyes widen. Even back when I was fourteen and he was thirteen I heard rumours about him with girls. They’d gush and talk about him like he was a piece of meat in the bathrooms. It always made me blush, especially when it was one of the older girls doing the talking.

  “Everything you do feels good,’’ I promise him, not wanting to think about him with other girls anymore.

  He smiles down at me before his hand runs across the gap between my shirt and shorts. When he sits up and peels the top up, I lift up on my elbows, helping him remove it.

  I lay back staring up at him with nerves and excitement, the only sound in the room is my heavy breathing and the laptop still playing Bridesmaids. His gaze burns into mine and I watch fascinated as he gazes down at me, his irises black.

  His finger lightly crosses over my cleavage and I moan loudly, my back arching towards him.

  “Sit up,’’ he asks hoarsely.

  I do as he asks and sit up, and bite my lip when he runs his fingers around to my back to unclip my bra. His touch is torture, especially when he lowers the straps from my shoulders, slowly, his eyes never once leaving mine.

  Everything after feels like a dream, one I don’t want to ever wake up from. He’s sucking, licking and biting, his fingers tugging at my taut nipples.

  When I’m ready to beg him, to shout at him, he finally removes my shorts and knickers. His gaze again never leaving mine, giving me the strength and encouragement I need. He makes me feel sexy, beautiful and it’s something I’ve never felt before, but he also lets me experience gentle, which is something I never thought I’d have after everything I went through. Just the thought of someone’s hands touching me intimately would make me throw up, but with Myles, I feel like I’m dying without his touch.

  His fingers explore my wet heat, and I bow my back off the bed, loving the sensations he’s driving through my body.

  Needing to touch him I move my hands to his chest, slowly tracing the little hair he has between his pecks down to his six pack. The lines define each one, and with my finger I trace down the middle until I get to a trail of hair leading into his boxers.

  I look up at Myles unsure, and that’s when I notice he’s stopped moving. His eyes are tightly clutched together, and his jaw his hard, making me pull my hand away quickly.

  “Touch me,’’ he groans, grabbing my hand to move it back to where it was. I trace the edge of his boxer shorts with my finger, dipping in slightly before pulling back out. I’m so nervous. I don’t know what to do. When his fingers find my clit I moan loudly, not feeling the embarrassment I first had when he touched me down there.

  He gets up on his knees and shocking the hell out me when he pulls his boxer briefs down, moving so he’s no longer positioned between my legs. He’s large, thick, and the tip is bulging red and I swallow thickly, scared at the thought of that being inside me. I reach out gently as he moves towards me still on his knees, and reaches out to grab my hand obviously reading my nerves.

  “Remember, any time you want to stop just say the word and we’ll stop,’’ he says softly, his voice deep.

  I nod my head ‘okay’ then wrap my hand around his hard length. I’m surprised at the softness, and how big it feels in my hand, and when he jerks it startles me, and he lets out a chuckle.

  “Now move up and down like this,’’ he whisper hoarsely, his voice strained. I can feel myself becoming wetter, and I feel my cheeks turn pink and I hope he doesn’t notice.

  After a few seconds of getting into a rhythm, and Myles showing how he likes it, he moves his hands from over mine and his fingers carry on exploring my sex. My hand stops enjoying the feeling, but then Myles stops with me.

  “You stop, I stop,’’ he tells me, and when I look up at him, his eyes are sparkling with mischief.

  I shake my head smiling at him and continue moving my hand up and down, every once in a while wetness from the tip will drip down onto my hand and I’ll swipe the tip with my thumb which Myles likes, if the noises he makes when I do it are any indication.

  I swear it feels like hours, but only minutes before I feel my body tighten, and I know it’s about to happen again, I’m about to orgasm. My hand holding his dick moves faster, and faster, matching the pace of my breathing and I feel him swell in my hand. Then I tighten around his fingers completely, my eyes closing and a hiss leaving my mouth at the same time I feel him pulse in my hand and hot spurts of his cum land on my stomach and chest.

  When it’s over, I look up at Myles and my eyes start to water.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?’’ he says worriedly and I shake my head and wave him off.

  “I didn’t freak out. I touched you, you touched me and I didn’t freak out. I never thought I’d have that,’’ I tell him and burst into tears.

  “I don’t know whether to take your tears as a compliment or as a bad sign,’’ he grumbles holding me.

  I laugh, the same time I wipe my eyes and look at him. “It was beautiful, Myles, amazing.’’

  His eyes soften, his finger running softly down my cheek. “You’re beautiful,’’ he whispers.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  KAYLA

  Last night was amazing and I haven’t been able to keep the grin off my face all morning. Everyone had been giving me curious glances, or, with Max, conspicuous winks he would send my way, which I ignored.

  After we all said our goodbyes to the lads we made our way to Flora’s Boutique. The shop is huge. After Denny had said it was only going to be a small set up I presumed it was going to be a small shop, but it’s anything but.

  “I’m so excited but so freaking nervous,’’ Denny breathes, fiddling with her fingers.

  Mary walks in behind us just as another lady her age walks out of the back. She’s wearing a white floral suit, the skirt falling loosely to her knees with a measure tape wrapped around her neck like a piece of jewellery. She’s got white hair styled in a bun low at the back of her head. She looks like money.

  “Mary darling,’’ Flora coos, wrapping Mary up in her arms.

  “It’s so good to see you Flora. You’re looking fab-oh-lous,’’ she winks and Flora laughs lightly smacking her arm.

  “So do you,’’ she
smiles. “Now which one is Denny?’’ she asks smiling.

  We shove Denny forward and Flora’s smile widens. “My God, aren’t you a walking beauty. I have just the dress,’’ she says going into business mode. She ushers Denny upstairs.

  “Charlotte, can you take Miss Denny here to cubical five, and get refreshments for her guests?’’ she orders and I turn to see a young girl looking flabbergasted and stressed, nodding her head. She’s wearing a similar suit to Flora’s, but in a dark blue colour with a white blouse. She looks like a stewardess, but I don’t voice that.

  “Yes, Flora.’’ We follow Denny up the stairs that are decorated with bridal flowers. The place is beautiful. The gowns look expensive and completely out of this world.

  When we get to the top we all take a seat on the half-circle love seat. The place is even bigger up here. In front of us is a line of curtains and Charlotte ushers Denny to the one directly in front of us.

  “What’s that for?’’ Harlow asks quietly next to me and I turn to find her looking at the stand in the centre of the room.

  “That’s where the brides stand when they’re showing their dresses off,’’ I whisper, feeling like I’m in a library. The place is so quiet; the only noise is the light music playing in the background. If we’re here for long then I’ll be definitely asleep by the time we leave.

  A clanging noise to my right makes me jump and I follow the direction it came in. Flora walks out of a lift with a rack full of bridal dresses.

  “That damn lift is going to be the death of me,’’ she mutters before looking over to Mary. “I had workers come in to take a look at it and they said it was fine, it was just rusty. Did that sound fine to you?’’ she asks Mary and I look to Mary.

  “It’s fine,’’ she chuckles.

  “Right then, introduce us. I’m guessing you’re, Joan. I’ve heard a lot about you,’’ Flora winks at Joan and we all laugh.

  “Whatever she said is most likely all true,’’ she cackles back waving at her.

  “Me and you are going to be best friends then,’’ Flora laughs, before looking back to Mary.

  “This is Harlow, her maid of honour. And this tiny one here is, Kayla, her other bridesmaid.’’

  “Hello.’’ Harlow and I wave and she smiles.

  “Oh God, your dresses are going to be pains,’’ she mutters and I notice her staring at my chest. I cover myself self-consciously, which just makes her grin.

  “Why?’’ Mary asks looking worried.

  “Have you seen their chests? They’ll either have cleavage that will have everyone’s attention on them and not the bride, or a dress that they’ll never breathe in to cover them up.’’

  “I don’t want people staring at me or my cleavage,’’ I panic, and everyone’s eyes come to mine. I duck my head feeling pathetic, and embarrassed. But then Joan’s hand comes from the other side of me and pats it soothingly making me relax somewhat.

  “Baby girl, you’ll be fine, don’t worry,’’ she assures me and when I look back up I catch the end of Mary giving Flora a silent look that she’ll fill her in later. I know both Joan and Mary know about my past and how it’s affected me, so I’m kind of glad they’re here for support.

  “I’m not rich for no reason. I’ll make you look beautiful,’’ Flora smiles before heading over to a nervous Denny. “You, my girl, need a glass of champagne.’’

  As if it was magically conjured, Charlotte walks out with a tray of glasses, a bucket with champagne in and a bowl of strawberries.

  “There’s also a little kitchenette in the back where Charlotte just came from if you need a hot drink,’’ Flora advices. “Just let Charlotte or me know, or just go help yourselves.’’

  Harlow and I are both old enough to drink, so when we’re handed our glasses, Mary makes a toast.

  “To Denny, may she find the wedding dress of her dreams, and lingerie that will have Mason bursting in his pants,’’ she winks and we all laugh.

  Without thinking I take a sip of the champagne, the sweet, grape, bubbly taste filling my taste buds. I cough at the taste and put the glass down. I don’t drink. Even though it’s just us girls I still don’t feel safe enough to drink. I don’t want to be feel out of control ever again.

  “Nowm, you, let’s try this dress on. We’ll save the best for last,’’ Flora grins and moves over to the rack grabbing one of the dresses that are hidden inside a protective bag.

  “God, is it normal to be this nervous and excited,’’ Denny mutters again and we all laugh.

  “Go get out of your clothes and put this on for me, but keep your own knickers on,’’ Flora instructs. “Shout when you’ve finished.’’

  By the seventh dress we’ve only all agreed on one. Denny is trying the last one on now, which Flora said is the best one she has in the shop and one that Denny will guaranteed to fall in love with.

  “I’m ready,’’ we hear Denny whisper and we all stand up waiting. None of the dresses have made Denny’s list, and I know she’s starting to feel nervous, but this is the first time we’ve heard her sound in awe.

  The second she steps out behind the curtain the whole room gasps, our hands covering our mouths. I hear a sob from the left of me and want to chuckle. Every dress she’s tried on, no matter if it didn’t look right, Mary has cried, but to hear her sob, I know this is the dress. Denny has tears of her own in her eyes and is looking at us for our opinion as she stands on the little round stage.

  “You look so beautiful,’’ Mary says.

  “Completely breathtaking,’’ Joan adds.

  “Seriously hot,’’ Harlow winks and I chuckle.

  “Like a princess,’’ I add with my own wink.

  “This is the one,’’ she whispers and turns to look in the floor length mirror. Mason is going to be knocked off his feet over the dress, never mind the lingerie.

  The princess cut, sweetheart strapless length gown is tight on her bust, enchasing her cleavage. The natural fitting waist has rhinestones, crystal beading, finished with a grey/silver ribbon that fit snug by the waist. The dress then flares down in layers and layers, looking elegant and fairytale like with a cathedral train.

  Mary asks her to do a twirl and from the back it’s just as beautiful. The ribbon has been tied up in a bow and the back is laced up like a corset.

  “I love it,’’ Denny gushes, tears streaming down her face.

  “We have to make a few alterations, but nothing that will take much time. You will need to come back for one more fitting, but that’s it,’’ Flora smiles. “I knew when you were introduced this dress would be perfect for you. You’ve got the tiny waist that it perfect for this dress. Now, what colour bridesmaid dresses are you going for? I’d recommend the dark grey. We have two designs and as you’re only having one bridesmaid and one maid of honour… I’ll go get them,’’ she finishes before rushing off down the stairs.

  “Denny, you look beautiful,’’ Mary gushes, wiping her eyes as she goes to stand next to Denny.

  “You really do look like a princess,’’ I smile, taking a sip of the water I grabbed earlier. Harlow agrees, before continuing to type on her phone.

  “I hope you’re not texting that boy of yours?’’ Mary scolds Harlow.

  Harlow’s face turns red and she guiltily looks up from her phone frowning. “Why?’’

  “Because it’s bad luck.’’

  “To text my boyfriend to see how the suit shopping is going?’’ she frowns looking adorable. Joan cackles and I slyly take the nearly empty bottle of champagne away from her. Harlow had a sip of her drink then left it the same as me, but it didn’t stop Mary and Joan finishing our glasses, stating ‘waste not, want not’ to us.

  “Oh, I thought you were spying for Mason. I know he’s desperate to see this one in a dress,’’ she giggles, most likely three sheets to the wind with the amount of alcohol in her system. “Just don’t take pictures.’’

  “Here we are,’’ Flora shouts, coming out of the lift, that screec
hing noise ringing in my ears.

  “Before we get you changed so the girls can get changed, you need to decide if this is the style. We have this one which is a sleek, lighter grey for Kayla. It has flower ruffles to hide her ta tas. It’s just a straight length, but the dark grey flowers on the breast give it character. It’s sleeveless too. Then for Harlow we have this one. It will make you stand out as maid of honour. It’s a bit like a greek dress, one that wraps over the one shoulder. With your hair you could wear it like this,’’ she says. Then shows us a picture of another girl wearing a similar dress. Her hair is plated like a band around her head, coming in a bundle at the bottom of her neck. She looks freaking beautiful.

  “Of course you don’t need to take my advice, have whatever you feel is right. I’d also wear your hair down, Kayla. I know you don’t want attention there,’’ she says, pointing to my breasts with her eyes. “So have it down, in loose curls, maybe have some of it backcombed to give it character with a flower brooch in the back to clip it there.’’

  When she’s finished Denny is standing wide eyed with her mouth hanging open. “You just described exactly what I wanted,’’ she breathes and Flora naturally waves her off.

  “It’s my job, Dear. Now go with Charlotte, get unchanged while we get these girls into their dresses. Charlotte, when you’ve finished help Harlow here into her dress,’’ she orders before taking the dress for me off the rack. “Come on.’’

  I get up and look at Joan nervously. I didn’t think when I was asked I would be dressing in front of people. Now that I’ve got to get changed in front of a stranger no less I feel like I might pass out. Not wanting to cause drama, I follow Flora into the changing room next to Denny’s, and start to undress slowly. I know the second she sees my scars. Her gasp fills the changing room and I can feel my eyes water.

  “Right. Ok. Let’s get you in this beauty. I’ll turn around while you change into this,’’ she says, handing me a strapless bra. I give her a small smile, but I don’t look in her eyes, not wanting to see the horrified expression on her face.