And with that one last jerky thrust, I feel him unload inside me, warm and wet, and I love it.
My head falls to his shoulder, his dick still buried inside me as our choppy, labored breathing slows.I feel him grow soft, and he whispers, “You fucking wreck me, Daze.”
I know how he feels, but every time we do this, every time he comes inside me, I feel my heart heal.The pieces inch slowly back together, reminding me of what our life could be like if we can just move on.
He pulls out of me gently, and I feel his cum seep from my pussy, as an inexplicable urge to keep it inside swirls through me.
“Off,” he demands, hooking a finger at me.“Turn around and show me.Spread your legs for me.”His command is dirty and erotic, making my thighs clench in response, my stomach tightening at what he wants to see.
I do what he asks, loving the groan of appreciation he lets out when he sees what he’s looking for.
Hooking my thumbs in my panties, I slide them down my legs, giving him a better view.
“Good?”I ask, looking over my shoulder.I smile wryly, loving the satisfied and sated look on his face.
“What a fucking sight,” Miles murmurs, his hand gripping my ass now.Leaning down, he presses a kiss between my shoulder blades as his fingers slide through our combined wetness.
Letting it coat his fingers, he takes them into his mouth, sucking it away, his eyes falling closed, a moan leaving his lips on a hard exhale.
“We fucking taste like forever,” he tells me, turning me so I’m facing him.His swollen lips are parted, soft pants of air peppering my skin.
His thumb drags through me a second time, gathering up what’s left, he traces my lip with our release.“Taste,” he says, and my breath catches in my throat, my tongue trailing along where he just touched.
“We taste like love.”
I’m standing behind the bar, the lunch crowd just now beginning to file in, and my thoughts have been lost in Miles since the moment I left his house.
“Daisy, Earth to Daisy?”Lisa calls out, waving her hands at me.“Something tells me this has to do with Miles.”
“I’m good,” I say, not sure how to respond.Again, we aren’t necessarily back together, but it’s moving in that direction.
“How about Miles?Is he good?”she teases, laughing as she pulls the tap, filling a glass with beer.Winking at me, she shakes her head.“You don’t have to answer, but if it’s worth anything, I approve.”
“Thanks, Lisa, noted.”
I begin taking orders from the regulars who come in, knowing most of their orders by heart.Most of them work on the farms nearby and come in on their lunch to enjoy the air conditioning and whatever game Lisa has up on the TVs.
Today it’s a repeat of an old Lakers versus Golden State game, possibly a final of some kind.I find it hilarious that they can watch it despite knowing what happens, and they still argue about calls and players and shit.
As I’m setting down a few orders, the door opens again, walking in a group of people, and trailing behind is Isaac.
I knew his silence was too good to be true.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Lisa looking at me, and she shakes her head, her lips pursed in annoyance.
She’s the kind of boss who would tell him to leave if I asked her to, but this is a public place, and he isn’t going to go away as easily as I would like.
“I’ve got it,” I mouth to her as I walk to the end of the bar where he’s sitting.
Stopping in front of him, he smiles, smarmy and pissed off, and it’s clear he’s looking for a fight.
“What can I get you?”I ask, remaining as professional as I can.“We have the barbecue chicken flatbread on special, and the soup of the day is ginger vegetable.”
I wait, knowing he isn’t going to say anything about the food.He’s here to fuck up the calm I have, the one I always have when I break up with him.
He loves to watch me falter, to be the one to ruin things for me.It’s his way of controlling my life, but it’s over.
And not just because Miles is back.
