He’s sitting up against the headboard, so he can see all of me. And I feel that gaze on me like fire. There’s no missing the heat in his eyes when he looks at me like that.
I pour lube into my palm and lather it onto my aching cock. It’s awkward knowing he’s watching, but the better it feels, the easier it is to do. Soon it’s like I’m not being watched at all, and I jerk off the same way I would any other time—only in the back of my head I know to draw it out. I love the way I feel under his gaze, and I’ll edge myself all night if it means he’ll keep looking at me like that.
His hands slide up my thighs, fingers brushing down the insides, almost tickling me but somehow turning me on even more.
“You’re so hot,” he whispers. “So fucking sexy.”
His tone has my stomach twisting, my balls drawing up tight.
I sneak a glance at him. He’s focused intensely on my hand and the way it moves over my cock. My stomach swirls with heat, and the orgasm is right there on the edge.
“Come for me, Miles,” he says in a raspy voice that is going to haunt me.
I wanted to keep going, but if he wants my cum… he’ll get it.
“O-kay,” I grit out. And then I do, as if his words have that sort of control over me.
Cum spills over my hand, landing on my stomach. A lot. More than usual. JJ moans too, his fingers digging into my skin.
“You look like you want to come again,” I say, glancing at his cock and the way his hand is wrapped around it.
“Yes.”
He shifts up so he’s on his knees, leaning over me, his free hand pressed into the mattress beside me. He scoops up the cum from my stomach and uses it to jerk off. He looks into my eyes, and it’s so intense that I can’t look away. Not that I’d want to, anyway. Watching him come is a fucking gift. His gaze is intense; the fire burning bright.
I know he’s close when his jaw tenses, and his eyes fall closed. His hand moves faster, and then I feel it. His cum spills onto me, warming my skin.
He lets out a long sigh, and his eyes pop open. His smile is slow but big, and he leans down to kiss me… something he’s doing a lot more of lately.
Chapter 28
JJ
I make dinner. We eat. Talk. Laugh. Kiss. Prepare brownies that are in the oven baking. Put a movie on and cuddle on the couch. Talk more. Laugh more. Kiss so much more.
It feels good. Domestic. Exactly what I want, what I’ve always wanted, but can’t have.
But I can. If only I’d let myself. I know that, but it isn’t changing my behavior. And I can’t figure out why. It’s a simple thing these days—divorce. It’s common. Sometimes expected.
I’m doing more with Miles than I have with anyone else… even my own husband. Yet nothing changes.
“I talked to Nash today to get more details on him leaving.”
Miles looks up at me with a soft smile. “When’s the big day?”
“After the holidays. He’s looking for a place now, and once he finds one, he’ll slowly ship stuff there.”
“Are you upset about him leaving?”
I take a deep breath. “Not upset,” I admit. “I want him to do what will make him happy, and… the trauma I mentioned? My brothers and I experienced it together, so I am fully on board with them doing whatever they think will make them happy.”
“Is that why your other brother stays in California?”
An ache forms in my chest. I want to open up to Miles. It doesn’t feel bad when I do. In fact, it’s the opposite. It makes me feel good… letting him in and getting things off my chest. Having someone to talk to about this stuff who won’t judge and has no preconceived notions about my life… that feels like a relief. Franklin never had anything to say about it. At all. And that was almost as bad as him having something negative to say. Maybe worse.
“Hollis is… an addict,” I say.
“Oh, I’m sorry, JJ.”
