Miah (Lane Brothers #2)

by Kristina Weaver

  “You going to keep yapping or deliver on that promise you just made, Mr. Lane?” I purr as seductively as I can while licking his taste from my lips.

  He smiles darkly.

  “Never let it be said I broke a promise to my girl.”

  ***

  Miah

  I’m a nervous wreck as I seal my mouth over hers and unleash the desire I’ve been holding in check on her soft mouth. She tastes so sweet and right, like the hundred kisses we’ve shared and the millions more I intend to give her over the course of a lifetime.

  That unsettled urgency is gone now that I have her under me, and instead of focusing on the negative, I surrender myself entirely to the feel of her lips eating at mine and the way her hips sway up into me, begging me for more than the little tastes I’ve been teasing us both with for the last week.

  I’ve been a walking hard-on all day after torturing myself in the shower this morning and dipping just one finger into her tight heat. I’d stopped immediately and left for the guest bathroom nearby to jerk off before I lost all sense of self and kept her in bed all day.

  I’d brought myself to an orgasm while sucking her taste from my finger and imagining what it would be like to finally get my mouth on her wet heat and eat her out to my heart’s content.

  No wonder I’ve been so nuts. It only got worse when Gonzalez called me and let me know that Grimes had finally shown up. Leaving this alone for so long when I’ve been craving her for months was not a good idea.

  Control it, Miah, I warn myself when the urge to rip at her clothes starts dogging me. Instead, I pull my mouth form hers and sit back on my haunches, taking in the way her eyes have gone all glassy and her lips look swollen.

  I won’t rush a moment of this, no matter how hard my dick is right now, because as I’ve just recently admitted to myself, I intend to spend my life with this woman. I want her first time with me to be a memory she’ll cherish, not some rushed fuck just to scratch my itch.

  Starting slow, I take her blouse between my trembling fingers and lift it up, helping her sit so I can pull it over her head and throw it over my shoulder.

  I don’t look down yet, just keep our eyes locked as I go for the waistband of her slacks and pull them down her legs. Our eyes hold through the entire process till she’s gloriously naked and laying beneath me like an offering.

  Only then do I break our gazes and allow my eyes to travel downward. Her breasts are beautiful and full with large pink nipples that make my mouth water with the need to taste and suck and bite.

  Her waist is a tapered curve that leads down to a bush of fiery red curls and pink folds of perfection.

  I love the sight of her creamy white skin and the light dusting of cinnamon freckles on her upper chest and the bridge of her nose.

  “Miah?”

  “Shh, babe, let me look. I’ve waited so long to see you. I just…”

  I lower my head to a candy-pink nipple, groaning low in my throat when the bud puckers against my tongue and she shoves her breast deeper into my mouth.

  I spend a long time tonguing and sucking on her breasts before moving over to the other and treating it to the same worshipping praise, enjoying the slide of her skin against my lips and the way she can’t seem to hold her body still no matter how much weight I put on her smaller frame.

  “Miah, oh please,” she moans, roughly pulling at my hair, her face twisted with lust and the need I’ve sparked inside her.

  I obey the unspoken plea and move down to her sex, using my thumbs to open her up to my gaze and the onslaught I’m about to unleash on her. She smells like musk and arousal and everything female when I lean closer and breathe her in, and I love that all that silky moisture is mine and will be mine for the rest of our lives.

  When she’s pushing at me and pulling at my hair, I finally lower my mouth and groan into her flesh. So good, so damned good that I think I could stay here for another hour, at least, just to enjoy her musky flavor and the loud moans that escape her lips.

  I’ve never really cared about doing this shit to a female before, preferring to keep things basic and straightforward, but with Clari, I know that sex is going to be much more than the basic missionary.

  I love her taste, her scent, the way her sex flowers open beneath my mouth as if begging me to come inside and fill her.

  “Miah, please, Miah. Please,” she screams when I desert her folds and latch on to the hard nub hidden within her lips. The string suckling motion I start has her screaming and pushing closer even as she pulls at my hair and tries to get me up and over her.

  I ignore her struggles and keep licking at the nub of swollen flesh, stopping only when I’m sure she’s about to explode before pulling my mouth away.

  “Oh!”

  I pay her scream of outrage no mind as I stand and start ripping at my clothes, almost tripping in my haste before falling back on her and taking her mouth in an explosive kiss.

  It’s her hand that finally reaches down and I almost come apart when she wraps it around my dick and twirls the head through the copious moisture at her entrance.

  “Babe, slow down,” I grate, grinding my jaw when she lines me up and starts impaling herself on me, her little entrance struggling to stretch around my girth.

  “No, help me, Miah. I need it,” she pleads, pushing herself higher to take me in.

  Her pleas are too much for me and I relent, pushing forward in a slow but steady glide that has her stretching around me, gloving me in so much tightness, I have to stop for fear of coming before I’ve completed my first thrust.

  “Fuck. Clari, babe, you have to hold still,” I gasp when she digs her nails into my ass and starts pulling at me in desperation.

  “No! Do it, Miah. Oh!”

  I give her everything then, and almost yell in triumph when instead of crying at my size, she seems to love the full fit and shows it by going wild beneath me.

  “Yeah, babe, oh yeah, take what you need.”

  She’s magnificent beneath me as she controls the rhythm. The tight, heated slide of her moist sheath is so perfect that all I can do now is hold myself immobile while she makes love to me, bringing us both so much pleasure, it doesn’t take much more than a few minutes before I’m ready to blow my load.

  She’s not doing any better, either, and I feel her sheath tighten even further before she explodes around me, her sex sucking at me in a series of contractions.

  I hold off my own climax and do what I should have done before touching her.

  “Clari, do I need to pull out?”

  “No, oh God no,” she moans, moving faster when her orgasm keeps going on and on.

  She may be lost in pleasure and unaware of my question, so the right thing to do would be to pull out and come on the sheets. I try, I really do, but her sex is not having it, and when she clamps down to stop my retreat, I let go and give in to the cum boiling up from my balls.

  I hear myself howling like an animal when the first jet of semen leaves me, shooting deep as wave after wave of it erupts from within and keeps going till I finally collapse on top of her, my nuts drained dry and aching with satisfaction.

  “Oh my.”

  I grin and gather enough strength to roll to the side and pull her against me.

  One thing keeps bugging me, though.

  “Babe, I just offloaded a shitload of sperm into you.”

  That makes her giggle and I’m reminded of her innocence anew.

  “I’m on the pill, Miah.”

  Phew. That saves me a lot of angst and hassle seeing as I’m not about to impregnate my woman anytime soon, if ever. I foresee a very long and happy future with just the two of us.

  “Good. I don’t want—”

  “I know, and neither do I, so chill out, big guy. I’ve got us covered.”

  I fall asleep with a smile on my face and my girl’s body wrapped around me, right where she should be, letting the other shit go just for now. Tomorrow’s soon enough to worry about catching scum. For n
ow, I just want my good girl to fill me with that content feeling I only have when she’s near.

  Chapter Eleven

  Clara

  I’m freaking walking on clouds and my smile is so wide, it’s starting to get embarrassing since the darn thing won’t leave no matter how hard I try to school my features.

  “Darn it, Miah, stop laughing already. Your family is going to take one look at this grin and know what we were doing all night and this morning.”

  The man only laughs harder and squeezes me closer to his side, his own mouth smiling so broadly, I’m afraid he’ll hurt himself. To say that the last twelve hours have set a new standard for us is an understatement.

  I am now calling this thing a relationship while the maddening nut has progressed to committed and is heading towards a ceremony of some sort. Not that I’m averse to tying the knot one day, just not soon.

  Maybe in a year or two, I could dig it, but for right now I’m just basking in the happiness I feel.

  We get to the dining room with our smiles still firmly in place and I want to crawl up my own behind when every member of the family, including Roman, turns to stare.

  They all know that I’ve spent the night having sex, I can see it on their faces when they all attempt to hide their smiles but end up laughing when I blush and try to hide behind Miah.

  “Come on, babe, let me feed you.” He laughs, making me cringe at the renewed round of chuckles.

  “Now you wanna feed her, Iron Man? What about last night when she needed the energy?”

  “Shut the hell up, Jared. Hey, Ma, Pop.”

  I laugh at that griping snarl along with the others and shake my head when Jace opens his mouth to goad the bear. He winks and zips his lips, giving me one of his rare smiles.

  “You two love birds gonna start making wedding plans?” Wyatt quips, throwing Miah the bird when he growls and gnashes his teeth.

  “No. And mind your own business, asshole.”

  “Jeremiah Lane, language!” Jude admonishes before turning my way.

  “No wedding? What the hell are you saying?”

  She looks so horrified at the loss that I can’t help but laugh and shake my head solemnly.

  “Not yet, Jude. I just want to be happy with what we have and forget the serious stuff for now,” I say gently, smiling at Miah when he takes my hand in his and squeezes.

  “But…I bought a ring!”

  That has everyone howling with laughter and even she realizes her faux pas and starts laughing eventually.

  “Really, Ma? You bought my girl a ring? You don’t trust me to do it right?”

  Ellie is giggling and winks at Jude with a smile that poor Wyatt does not appreciate.

  “Jude bought me a ring, too, but Mr. Possessive over here refused to let me wear it with the one he got me, so I wear it on a chain instead.”

  “You’re my wife,” Wyatt gripes, throwing his mother a look.

  “Oh pooh! You’re just mad because mine is bigger than yours.”

  I don’t know how we all get through breakfast with her antics and the laughter that’s going around, but by the time I’m ready for work, I feel like I’m not just walking on clouds but floating through air.

  I should have known it wouldn’t last.

  ***

  “Miss Clara Elms?”

  I answer in the positive and sip my tea while Miss Gruber, the science teacher, tries to appear as if she’s not listening to my conversation.

  “This is Hannah Chase. I’m calling from Philadelphia Department of Social Services, ma’am.”

  “Um, okay. How can I help you, Miss Chase?”

  I really hope none of the kids at the old school are hurt or anything, because as much as I love my new class, I won’t ever forget the ones who came before.

  “Well, Miss Elms, I’m very sorry to have to tell you this, but it seems that your mother, a Miss Mary Elms, passed two days go. As next of kin, we’re calling to ask if you’re willing to take guardianship of your brother, Joshua Elms.”

  The news hits me like a slap to the face and a kick to my solar plexus. I’m so shocked by this news that I can’t answer for a good minute or two before I finally find my voice.

  “Brother?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Josh is almost four years old, ma’am. It seems that he was in his father’s care till just recently when Mr. Jeffries passed in a motorcycle accident. Miss Elms took him in, but with her…passing, you’re the only one left to contact. Will you take him in?”

  Take him in? I can’t even process the fact that I have a baby brother, never mind think of becoming a mother to an almost four-year-old kid I’ve never met.

  “Um…”

  “We completely understand if you’re not in a position to accept this responsibility, Miss Elms, especially considering that little Josh is autistic and in need of special care, which it seems his mother did not provide for him while he was in her care.”

  No shock there, I think sardonically, struck anew by the irony that Mary has another kid and never bothered to tell me. To hear that she passed away is painful, because no matter how at odds we were, the woman was still my mother and I loved her in my own way.

  A brother, though…in need of a guardian…

  “If you decline, we will understand. In fact, I’ve taken the liberty of lining up a few good foster families who are familiar with caring for children with special needs.”

  “No, uh, I’ll come down there immediately and sort this all out. Um, let me give you my e-mail address so you can send me the details.”

  I ring off feeling numb and drained by this turn of events. I just started a relationship, one in which Miah and I agreed we did not want kids, at least not for the foreseeable future, and now I have to call him and tell him I’m about to become a mother to a four-year-old little boy who seems to need a lot more than just parents.

  I decide not to call him immediately and leave school under the guise of a family emergency after calling Jude and begging a lift.

  “Clari, dear, what’s wrong?”

  We’re almost home by this time, and she keeps giving me sidelong glances filled with concern. I can’t say I blame her since I must look like I just saw a ghost and am losing my marbles.

  “I…I need to call Miah, and…I need to talk to Miah.”

  “Okay, honey. Would you like me to call him and get him home?”

  I nod. It’s all I can manage when she leaves me at the stairs and runs off towards the study at the end of the long hall. The trip upstairs is a blur and I only come to when half a bag is packed and I’ve got tears streaming down my face.

  That’s how he finds me. When he takes me into his arms, his eyes filled with concern, I can’t help but cling to him and sob.

  “Clari, babe, what’s wrong?”

  I cry harder, not wanting to tell him, not ready to lose him yet because of something that I shouldn’t resent but silently do. The sentiment is not fair to poor Josh and I know it, but it doesn’t make this any better.

  “I…my mom died.”

  “Oh, babe, I’m so sorry.”

  “No, it’s not, I’m not crying because of that, Miah.”

  He watches me carefully, waiting for me to explain.

  “I have to go to Philly and fetch my baby brother, Joshua, who has autism and doesn’t have anyone else.” I wipe my nose with my sleeve. “So you see, I need to pack all my stuff before I get to the airport.”

  He stiffens and pushes me away.

  “What the fuck are you talking about, Clari? You only need an overnight bag and then we’ll ask Wyatt for his jet so we can get to Philly quicker. That poor kid must be terrified and alone. Man oh man, Ma is going to be in seventh heaven about this shit.”

  “Miah?”

  He jogs to the closet and comes back out with an overnight bag and his shaving kit and I’m still struggling to grasp what the heck is going on here.

  “What’s up, babe? Listen, I think we should call Wyatt’s attorney and l
et him meet us at the airfield so as to get this stuff squared away as quickly as possible. Oh, and I think we should get Jared to come with just in case that asshole Grimes makes an appearance.”

  He’s already on the phone and making plans. I take the time to center myself and get my thoughts in order.

  “Babe?”

  “Miah, I…I’m a little confused here. I thought…I thought you didn’t want kids, and…you know that if I take custody of Josh that I’m going to be a mom, right?” I ask hesitantly, more than little out of my depth here.

  He rolls his eyes and pulls me in for a hug and a quick kiss that leaves me wanting more.

  “Clari, your little brother is even now sitting somewhere with strangers, scared and alone and God knows what else. We need to go get him. Oh, and if you’re about to make some cockamamie statement about how you thought this would scare me off, I suggest you keep it inside under lock and key, because even suggesting that this would end us will just piss me off. Now come on, Jared is going to meet us at the airfield along with the attorney.”

  “I think I love you, Jeremiah Lane,” I whisper, smiling through the tears trailing down my cheeks.

  He smiles back and kisses me again before pulling me behind him.

  “Don’t say it unless you know it for sure, because I know I love you and I want nothing less in return.”

  “I know I love you, Miah.”

  “I love you, too. Now stop bawling and get a move on, woman. We have a kid to get, and Jesus, you’re calling Ma from the plane to tell her about her new grandbaby. I’d rather chew my own leg off than listen to her squeal for an hour straight.”

  I take his advice and don’t say a word to Jude before we’re well underway and far enough way that her screams won’t deafen us all. Poor George.

  “I’ll arrange everything, Clari. Don’t you fret. My tennis buddy Jill has a grandson with autism and she knows everything about it, so we’ll put our heads together and make sure that everything is perfect when Joshie comes home.”

  That goes on for a good hour before a laughing Miah finally takes the phone and tells Jude that she’s overwhelming me.