Myles (Carter Brother#3)
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“I’m ready,’’ she tells me, her arms wrapped around her belly.
“Kayla, we don’t need to do this,’’ I tell her, needing her to know I’d wait a life time for her.
“I know we don’t, but I want to. I know tonight is a bit cliché, but I can’t think of a better time than now. Tonight has been perfect and what better way to end it then to be with the person I love,’’ she tells me softly, her cheeks flushed right before she loses her smile. “I want to be able to wake up tomorrow and know you were the last person to touch me, to be inside me. I want to be able to go to sleep tonight knowing I’ll be thinking of your touch, not his, but mostly, I just want you Myles. I want to show you what you mean to me, what we mean to each other, I’m ready for this step.’’
Holy fucking shit.
I wasn’t expecting that. Her eyes fill with tears and it kills me. I know it’s taken a lot to mention him tonight, so I give her a gentle smile and get up from the bed to walk over to her. Her body is fucking hot. I know she’s self conscious about her scars, but to me, her imperfections just make her more perfect.
“Having you in my arms all night would suit me fine, Kayla, but if this is something you want, then we will try, okay?’’
“Yes,’’ she whispers, meeting my gaze.
Slowly, so I don’t startle her, I lift my hand, meeting her warm, soft skin. My fingers trace her hips, to the band of her lace knickers and up her stomach. She shivers, goose bumps following my touch and she giggles.
“That tickles,’’ she whispers softly, and I bring my gaze up to meet hers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, it hurts.’’
“So you’ve told me,’’ she smiles, lifting her hand to my shirt. I threw my jacket and tie off the minute we got into the limo, hating that I had to wear it. One thing I’m not a fan of and that is wearing freaking penguin suits.
My hand shakes when I lift it to her breast, nervous about us doing this. I don’t want to scare her off, or bring back bad memories, but I also want this to be good for her, and to popular belief, I haven’t slept with as many people as people presume I have. I’ve slept with one girl, and that was years ago and only because I was drunk and in a bad place after what happened to Kayla. If I ever thought she would be back in my life, I would have waited for her.
I love her.
In a matter of minutes I’m standing before her wearing only my boxers and I have to blink back my surprise. My hands had been too busy roaming her soft skin that I didn’t even feel her undress me.
She takes my hand in hers and pulls me over to the bed, and I’m in too much of a lust-filled haze that I let her. I’d follow her anywhere. It isn’t until she lays down on the bed and starts to remove her bra with a unsure expression that I wake up, shaking my head. This is about her, not about me.
My fingers lightly brush her breasts, moving the thin laces covering her nipples away and dropping it to the floor.
Reaching down I bring my lips to hers, kissing her with all my love, showing her how much this moment means to me. Even if she tells me no, then this moment, this day, this night, will still be one of the best nights of my life.
Our kiss turns hungry and neither of us let up for air. She clings to my hair, pulling at it making me groan, God that feels so good. When her sex brushes against my hard as fuck erection I almost cum in my pants and I have to pull away from her, my breathing erratic.
“Are you sure?’’ I croak out, not recognising my own voice. Fuck, she ties me up in knots.
She nods her head unable to speak and I sigh against her mouth, giving her another peck before lifting up on my elbows to look into her eyes.
“I need to hear your words, babe.’’
“Yes. Yes I’m sure. I want you,’’ she tells me urgently, tugging at my head to bring me closer. Fuck, she’s killing me.
I lift up to my knees and run my hands down her stomach, my tanned skin against her pale skin. My hands feel rough against her soft skin, but my touch seems to be lighting a fire inside her. Her breathing is heavy, and she watches me through heavy-lid eyes. Her knickers curl up to the size of a string as I roll them down her thighs, her legs and then off her feet. She giggles when I fling them behind her, before covering my body with hers. It’s the first time we’ve both been naked like this, in this intimate position and just the feel of her wet core rubbing against the head of my dick has me ready to burst. I already feel like it’s close to happening, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself once I’m inside her.
“Please Myles. Don’t treat me like I’m made of glass,’’ she pleads and I look down at her in awe.
“I’m nervous, baby. I just want this to be good for you,’’ I admit. My brothers would take the piss out of me if they heard me talking like this, but I don’t care, with Kayla I feel like I can tell her anything.
“I’m nervous too, but if it continues to feel anything like it does now, it’s going to be mind blowing,’’ she breathes out.
My fingers run down her stomach, to her sex, where I rub her juices over her clit. Fucking hell, she’s soaked. A fiery whimper escapes past her lips before she begs me to stop teasing her.
I stand up off the bed removing my boxers and her eyes widen and a small smirk plays on my lips. I love it when she looks at me like that. It’s fucking heaven.
Nearly over the bed, I’m about to position myself at her entrance when I remember something.
“Shit!’’
“What?’’ she asks panicked.
“Baby, I don’t have a condom,’’ I groan, shoving my face into her neck. As much as it kills me having to stop, at least I can still make this good for her; that is until she breathes into my ear.
“I have one. I put it here earlier,’’ she tells me, and shoves her hand under her pillow, grabbing a foiled packet. Her cheeks flame red with embarrassment, but I can only stare.
“Been planning on seducing me for a while then?’’ I tease, kissing her mouth lightly.
“Uh huh,’’ she breathes, moaning when I pepper kisses over her jaw, and up to her ear, where I take her lobe into my mouth and softly nibble.
Taking the foiled condom out of her hand I open it up and roll it on my tip, groaning when her hand reaches out to help roll it down the rest of my length.
My heart pounds hard against my chest, blood pumping through my veins. Positioning myself I have to stop myself before looking into her eyes again, needing to see she is ready for this. When she gives me a blinding smile, and her hands hold onto my biceps, giving them a squeeze I push in, all the while gauging her reaction.
Her face pinches in pain, so I stop, letting her get used to my size. When she moves, pushing up, I groan and enter her a little bit more.
“Are you okay?’’ I groan out. Feeling her tight walls clamping around my dick feels so fucking good and when a tingling starts to get heavy in my balls I know I’m not going to last, especially if she keeps clenching around me so tightly.
She nods her head and moves her hips again, the movement causing us to moan.
“God, you feel so fucking good,’’ I tell her, pushing into a little bit more.
“Oh God, it stings,’’ she cries out, and I look down at her with worry.
“Shall I stop?’’ I ask, bracing to pull out.
“No, God no,’’ she moans, and moves again. Letting her set the pace I reach between us and rub tight circles across her clit, making her squirm and moan beneath me. I can feel her wetness dripping down my balls and it takes everything in me not to pull out and taste her.
“Move, please,’’ she begs, then looks away embarrassed, and I don’t think she planned to say that out loud.
“Keep your eyes on me,’’ I demand, reaching up to cup her face. “I love you.’’ Pushing in the rest of the way she lets out a startled gasp before shifting her hips. The biting pain of her nails digging into my skin causes a shiver to run down my back, as I thrust in and out of her, my movements slow and steady.
“Oh God,’’ she cries out, her core tightening around me.
Oh God, don’t do that. I’m hanging by a thread. My throat clogs with emotion when I look down at her, her eyes wild with desire, her cheeks flushed, and her movements and touch filled with love. I can feel it. Right down to my soul.
My movements speed up causing Kayla to cry out, and her movements to start matching mine.
It’s not long before we’re both crying out our release, our sweaty bodies lying together.
“That was… Fuck, Kayla. I love you,’’ I breathe heavily.
Wetness drops onto my shoulder and I stiffen, moving so we’re on our sides facing each other.
“Kayla, are you okay? Did I hurt you?’’ I panic, hoping to fucking Christ that I haven’t. I’d been so wrapped up in what I hoped was her pleasure, I didn’t even think about hurting her. With every cry of pleasure reaching my ears, just spurred me on more, making me float on ecstasy.
“Thank you,’’ she croaks out, her voice hoarse from her tears, but also from her cries of pleasure.
“Baby, speak to me,’’ I plead, my fingers holding her possessively. “You’re worrying me, Babe.’’
“No! I’m not crying because I’m sad, but because I’m happy. I love you, Myles. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment. I didn’t even realise until now how much. It was perfect. You’re perfect. We’re perfect. This moment is one I’ll cherish forever,’’ she tells me, her words a whisper at the end.
“Oh baby, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to be mine. I love you too; I always have and always will. You gave me something precious tonight, and if one us will be cherishing it, it will be me,’’ I tell her, leaning in and kissing her.
It’s not long before the kiss grows heated and we’re taking each other’s bodies to another high, both of us sticky with sweat and exhausted from the night’s activities.
The last words I speak before I drift off, with the love of my life wrapped safely in my arms is, “I love you.’’
Ringing brings me out of a good fucking dream, one I didn’t want to wake up from, but then I feel Kayla’s naked body pressed against mine and realise none of it was a dream. I groan, rolling over and pressing my erection into her tight ass. She moans sleepily, but then the ringing that woke me up starts all over again making me growl.
A small giggle makes me jump and I playfully tickle Kayla on her hip bone causing her to squeal with laughter. I lean over her and grab my trousers, grabbing my phone out of my pocket. When I see Maverick’s name on the screen I scrunch my face up.
Kayla sits up and switches on her bed side light, wrapping the sheets around herself, covering her chest. I shake my head in disappointment causing her to giggle and swat my arm. Giving her a wink and a playful smirk I answer the phone.
“This better be good. It’s,’’ I pause for a minute to look at the clock before continuing. “Four in the morning. Fuck! Okay, shit, I’ll be there, okay, see you in five,’’ I tell him before putting the phone down and looking at Kayla with a sorry expression.
“I’ve got to go, Babe,’’ I tell her, hating that I have to leave, especially after sharing what we’ve shared. I wanted to wake up to her, make her breakfast in bed and laze around watching movies all day, but instead, I’ll be getting picked up by Maverick in ten minutes.
“What? Why? What’s happened?’’ she asks, wide-eyed and pale.
“It’s Max…. He’s been arrested.’’
THE END
Acknowledgement
I love and hate writing these. I feel like I’m missing someone out, or my words don’t seem like enough of a thanks to the people that have supported me through this whole journey. It’s been a tough road and I know it’s only going to get tougher, but with all the support I’ve been getting, I know it will be worth it.
I was shocked from the amount of love for I had for Malik and Mason. That when I started writing Myles it took me a lot longer than both of them put together. I don’t want to let anyone down. I was worried people would say, “Oh, the first one was good, but they got boring after that,’’ or something along those lines. I want people to love the Carter brothers as much as I do. I’ve loved writing about them, and getting their stories out of my head. It’s been a fun road and can’t wait to get Max written down.
To my kids who are never patient with me when I’m writing, but still cheer me on to write. For the help they’ve given me making swag, packing up swag bags to winners, and even giving me character names. I love you, with all my heart.
To my best friend, my sister from another mister, and my book geek, Charlotte Perry. Thank you. Thank you for listening to me ramble when I’ve lost my writing mojo, or I’m plotting another story line. Thank you for volunteering to be my assistant at the author signing I’m going to, and for being my biggest supporter. Not that I give you a choice or anything. I love you lots, but you really do need to get off my back about finishing the Carter brothers LOL
To my Editor, Elisia. She’s new to my team and has edited this book with only a short amount of time. So that’s the reason there may be a few mistakes here and there.
I can’t actually thank her enough. I’ve been saying it over and over, but she’ll never know how much. You can’t begin to realise just how hard she has worked on this for me. Or the time that has gone into it.
So from the bottom of my heart, Elisia, thank you. And welcome to the team.
To my Beta readers, you girls really do rock and without you I’d be stuck. Your faith and support in me means the world to me, and words will never describe just how thankful I am.
To Rachel for becoming my online assistant, helping me with release parties, blog posts, and everything else she can do across the internet. You really do rock, and have become a good friend of mine.
To Cassy Roop, my cover designer, thank you. From a simple picture you bring my book to life, designing the perfect cover for me. My book isn’t complete without you, and I’ll be forever in your debt. I love you girl!
To all my author friends, thank you for your unwavering support. You help make my releases successful and I appreciate all the help you kindly give me, and hopeful one day, I can return the favour.
To all the bloggers and readers out there who have read and supported me since I become an Indie author. Thank you.
This is one of them moments when thank you is not enough. What you ladies do for me is something I could never repay.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.