~ 14 ~
The next week passes relatively quickly. I go to the police station and sign all the relevant documents to ensure my attacker cannot be released from jail. Because the whole attack was caught on camera and he didn’t deny it, we don’t have to go trial. So, for now I can put this whole thing behind me and work on moving forward. I’ve spoken to Ashley and I’m ready to go back to work next week. I just want to start self-defence classes first. Courtney’s personal night with Denver turned into a weeklong event in Bali. Go figure! The second she got back she was at my door with wine and my favourite chocolate.
Trey has come over every night this week and had dinner with me and that is who I am waiting for as I sit here on my couch wearing my pajamas surfing through Netflix to find a movie we haven’t yet seen. Usually he just walks in, but this time he knocks at the door.
“Come in, you idiot! Don’t knock.” I shout.
I realise it isn’t Trey when I hear his voice.
“Um hey Beth, you calling me an idiot these days?”
“Shit. Miles. You’re here.” I jump off the couch.
“Is that ok? Would you rather me go?” he says and I can tell he is nervous. My eyes have definitely noticed his casual attire of jeans and a yellow shirt which is tight in all the right places. Underneath my singlet, I can feel my nipples harden.
I don’t trust myself to speak so I just shake my head at his question, and I am pleased when he smiles at me.
“I brought dinner. I heard from your mum that these are the best burgers around.” He holds up a bag from the new burger place.
Sitting down on the couch next to me, his leg resting against mine ever so softly, he hands me my paper wrapped burger and suddenly I am starving.
“Yum, I forgot how good these are!” I say with a mouthful of goodness.
“Glad you like it.”
We eat in relative silence, but it’s not awkward at all, in fact its comfortable. I glance over at him at times to see him look away quickly.
“You want a drink? Lemonade?” I ask him once I’ve finished my burger.
I jump off the couch to retrieve the drinks from the fridge and can feel Miles eyes on me, so I decide to wiggle my hips, testing the boundaries, I guess. He did tell me I had a great ass, our first night at Ashely’s.
“Beth, I know what you’re doing.”
“And what would that be?” I look at him from over my shoulder.
“Ha, you’re teasing me with that delectable ass of yours.”
“Oh, am I?” I tease and continue into the kitchen.
Once I am around the corner, out of his sight I lean against the fridge and place my palm against my fast beating heart. I can’t believe I just did that! What has come over me? Miles brings out a playful, confident side to myself that I’m loving. I know I shake my ass in front of many people most nights, but this is so different, almost forbidden.
Back in the lounge room, I hand Miles his drink and sit next to him. Taking a large sip of my own Lemonade, I begin thinking about how to start talking to him.
“Miles I am sorry for not being honest with you. It was such a surprise seeing you at Ashley’s and I don’t really know what came over me. I guess I acted without really thinking.” I admit quietly.
Putting his hand on my knee he shakes his head.
“I’ll admit I was pretty shocked when I saw it was you. At first, I didn’t recognise you. It wasn’t until I got closer and punched the fucker, sorry but he is one, that I saw your face and then noticed your outfit and that’s when I knew. I’ll be honest in saying that I felt responsible for what happened between us at Ashley’s.”
I interrupt him “How? I’m the one that knew who you were. You didn’t know it was me.”
“I understand that but your Scott’s daughter. I held you as baby, watched you grow up. I shouldn’t have these thoughts about you.”
“You do have thoughts about me?” I ask, with hope.
“Fuck, Beth. You have no idea. I was on such a high after our first session. I couldn’t get the masked woman out of my head.”
I smile at his admission.
“But since last week, I’ve had time to think about it.”
I get the feeling I’m not going to like what he is about to say.
“We can’t…. this thing can’t go any further.” He says not sounding very convincing.
I nod my head, but don’t speak, because I don’t know what to say. He’s right, it’s not like we could actually be together. There’s the age difference for one, I’m 24 and Miles is 39, what would people think? But the biggest reason is the fact that Miles is my dad’s best friend. My dad would be furious.
“I’m sorry Beth. Your dad and I have been best mates for nearly 30 years. Having a relationship with his only daughter is not going to end well for our friendship. I’d be crossing a line and we’ve been through so much that I couldn’t do that to him.”
“Yeah, I get it.” I say sounding somber. I wish things were different. Miles is so far from the other guys I’ve been involved with. I’ve only had one serious relationship and as I mentioned earlier, his jealousy got the better of us. I’ve been satisfied with hook up’s and one-night stands, that is until now. Having Miles here last week made me miss the connection that a partner shares.
“Are you okay?”
I shrug my shoulders, not wanting to tell him the truth; that no I’m not okay. This sucks!
“If things were different, then man, I wouldn’t be sitting here covering my hard on with this pillow!” he smirks and that is enough to bring me temporarily out of my solemn mood. I laugh along with him.
When our laughing subsides, the atmosphere feels charged and I notice the pillow has moved and I can definitely see the hard on he was trying to hide. I take my time staring at his impressive bulge and I think about when I sat on it and how amazing it felt through his pants, I wonder what it would feel like if it wasn’t being restricted by the material of his pants.
“Beth, shit. Can you put a shirt on? My self-control is slipping and that’s the third time your nipples have threatened to poke a hole through your singlet.”
I look down and he’s right, they are so hard not to mention tingly now that I know he’s starring at them. I swallow harshly and my breathing pattern changes. Looking up into his eyes I see so much desire and need in them, but I also see fear. I reach up and place my hand flat on his stubbly cheeks and watch him close his eyes for a second. When he opens them, the fear is gone replaced by excitement. He glances down at my lips and I instinctively lick them with my tongue. He smashes his lips to mine, and in seconds I am straddling his lap and we find ourselves locked in an intense kissing battle. His tongue seeks entrance to my mouth and I gladly oblige. Oh my gosh, kissing Miles is the best!
He puts his hands under my singlet and runs fingers up and down my back which elicits an involuntary moan from my mouth. His touch on my skin feels amazing. There’s a part of me, the sensible part, that says I need to hop off and stop this. But I push that part down because damn I am so fucking turned on right now.
My fingers are playing with the muscles on his biceps and my pussy is well aware of his still growing erection. I roll my hips into his bulge and this time it is him who moans into my mouth. Fuck, I love that sound. His hands settle on my hips and he slows our kiss down before pulling away. We both take some much-needed breaths and then I rest my head in the crook of his neck.
“You are so fucking hot, Beth. You are turning me on so much. I can feel your nipples on my chest.” Miles whispers in my ear and I get goosebumps that take over my skin.
“I can see a repeat of our first encounter at Ashley’s.” I giggle because I can feel the heat in my pajama shorts. “You might have to take off your jeans to save them.” I add.
“You have no idea how horny you made me that night. My dick was still hard even after I jerked off when I got home.”
We don’t get any further than that though because at that moment my front door opens and in waltzes Trey.
“Hey baby cakes, sorry I’m a bit late. I got caught………” the words die off as he takes in the scene in front of him.
“Holy bananas! This…. You…. Him…… ahhhh. I can’t even!”
I retrieve the pillow that has fallen on the floor and replace my body with it as I slide off Miles’ lap.
“Hey Trey.” I mumble because I’m stumped with whatever else I should say.
“Hi Bethy and hey Miles. I’ll ah get a drink from the kitchen while you two calm down.” He begins walking away and when he gets to the kitchen, we hear him “I can practically smell the pheromones, woooo eeee!”
I clamp my lips together and look at Miles. He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip and smiles at me.
“I guess I better go. Fuck, we really didn’t stick to our plan of not getting involved did we?”
“No. I’ll talk to Trey, he won’t say anything.”
We stand up and I wrap my arms around his waist and lean my head on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat and I feel so comfortable. I reach up and bring his head down to mine and we kiss again. I want to kiss Miles every day. I’m not sure what it is but something takes over my whole body when we kiss, it’s like a fire burning in my body and he is the only one that can put it out.
We only stop when a cough interrupts us “Is it hot in here or what?” Trey says dramatically and begins fanning his face. I give Trey a wide eyed, annoyed expression and watch as he lifts his arms in a defeated gesture and then retreat to the lounge room.
“He’s going to have a million questions for you the second I walk out this door.” Miles says.
“Well I don’t have a million answers.”
“I’m sorry Beth, I really am. I am so attracted to you but it’s not just your sensational looks that makes me want to spend so much time with you. I love talking to you and it’s fun being around you. But we need to keep our distance.”
“I don’t want to.” I pout.
“You’re cute when you pout.” Miles lifts my chin up with his fingers and looks into my eyes. “I feel like an asshole walking away from you. But I don’t have a choice.”
I stay silent as he places a soft kiss on my forehead then I watch as he walks down the corridor.