Page 74 of Secret Obsession
“Feel my cum inside you?” He pulls his hand out and lifts it in front of us.
I smell the sex on us, and in the low light, barely see the glisten on his fingers. Doesn’t matter—he smears it across my lips anyway. And my nose. His fingers make a wet path down my jaw, to my throat. Where he captures my pulse, and then he just… stops.
“Go back to sleep,” he says gruffly.
I don’t want to sleep.
“If I leave you, you can punch me in the nose as hard as you can,” he says in my ear.
Oh.
It’s a strange sensation, wanting to hate him and hug him at the same time. Maybe that’s why I roll over to face him and bury my face against his chest.
I belatedly realize that he’s not wearing a shirt. My cheek presses to his hot skin.
His hand slides down my side, over the curve of my hip and down my thigh. He grips just below my knee and hitches my leg up over his. And then his arms wrap around me again, and he sighs.
I close my eyes and ignore the dampness on my inner thighs. His cum and my arousal. He didn’t get me off—I can’t help but acknowledge that. But in our position, he’d know… And then, of course, there’s the lingering thought of cleaning up. Of protecting myself against infections. I should pee.
But instead, I fall asleep, just as he ordered.
* * *
Morning is just as weird. Miles is right there when I wake up, in the same exact position. He tips my head back and meets my eyes, and for a moment, I think he might kiss me.
He doesn’t, though. He just rises more, giving me a full look at his naked body.
His naked, stunning, gorgeous body.
Holy fuck.
I thought Knox was hot?
He has nothing on his younger brother.
His abs stand out in sweet relief against the rest of his torso. He’s got no tattoos, no scars. He does, however, have two black eyes. He doesn’t seem to notice or even mind. There’s a little swelling around the socket, but it’s mostly localized to the inner corners of his eyes. The bruises were there yesterday, but now it’s worse.
It makes his irises even bluer, if that’s possible.
My gaze drops lower, to the V that points to, well… his cock is at attention and pointing atme. The two piercings draw my eye, and his length twitches under my attention. There’s one that goes through the tip of his dick, and then another horizontal bar that sits just below the head, on the underside.
“Why…?”
He shakes his head. “You’re going to be late for class.”
I sit up suddenly. “What time is it?”
“Seven-thirty.”
My first class is at eight.
Fuck.
I throw back the covers and practically dive out of bed. I go for my bag, then belatedly remember that he unpacked everything in one of the drawers.
“Leave it,” he barks. “Go shower.”
I jump again, then glance over my shoulder. My fingers areonmy clothes. It would be easy enough to disregard him and pick my own things.
