Mag-log inHe was sucking me so very hard and his three fingers were deep inside me pumping fast and rough, so fast I was screaming so loud I didn't care if anyone heard, didn't care about anything except the way he was finally touching me, finally giving me something.
But it wasn't enough. It wasn't his dick. It wasn't what I needed the most."Jax, please, I want—""I know what you want."He curled his fingers inside me and found that spot, and started stroking it haWe walked down the path toward the orchards, and the further we got from the barn, the quieter it became. After a while, it was just the sound of our footsteps on the gravel path, the distant music from the barn, birds settling in for the evening.The Air smelled like earth and apples and autumn, and the low sun was painting everything in this gorgeous golden light that made even the fucking grass look magical.The first row of apple trees appeared, branches heavy with fruit, and Miles consulted the map Patricia had given us. "Okay, so... according to this light guy here, these are the Honeycrisp. Apparently they're the best for eating. It says 'fresh super crisp, sweet-tart balance,' alli of that."He reached up and plucked an apple from a low-hanging branch, examining it. "See? You want to look for ones that are fully colored, no green, and twist them gently. If they come off easily, they're ripe.""How do you know all this?" I asked, amused."YouTube," he admitted, grinning. "I wat
Miles drove with one hand on the wheel and kept glancing over at me with that barely contained excitement, like a kid with a secret he was dying to share."You're going to give it away if you keep looking at me like that," I said, unable to keep the smile out of my voice."I can't help it. I've been planning this for three days. I just had to let the dinner be this first and I'm just... I really hope you like it."He merged onto the highway heading east, away from the city center, and I tried to figure out where the hell we could be going."Three days? Miles, you only got back from Chicago two days ago, and we went out yesterday.""I started planning immediately I realized I was almost done and I am coming, you're probably not even gonna believe me," he admitted, and there was something almost shy in the way he said it. "I knew I wanted to do something kinda different when I got back. The dinner was just... you know. A proper thing to do."Something in my chest squeezed, as he confess
When I left the boutique, it was almost 2:30. I could feel the nervous energy building in my chest, that pre-outing anxiety, and I don’t know why exactly I’m feeling it right now.We were together yesterday, and I didn’t even feel like this then. The last time i could remember feeling something like this was the first time we both went on a proper date, that was first time we were at La Vie en Rose, and I'd been nervous then too but for different reasons. That had been early in all of this. I mean, yes there was this whole thing with Jax, but it hasn’t imploded and rebuilt itself into something new and complicated and impossible.This time, it felt different. There’s much higher stakes, somehow. Like tonight actually mattered in a way that every other didn’t, or maybe the curiosity drive for what he’s planning is what’s aggravating what’s already there.I drove home slowly, taking the long way, letting the music from my carefully curated "Feelings" playlist fill the car. By the time I
I watched movies, took a very long nap and woke up once again.I couldn't stay in my room. I can't just sit here staring at the clock and spiraling. I needed... something. I need a distraction, and activity, just something, anything.I did my makeup. I kept it simple and natural. I used tinted moisturizer instead of foundation, a little bronzer, mascara, nude lip gloss. My hair was really cooperating with everything I was up to. It fell in loose waves that looked intentionally casual even though I've been sitting with it for over twenty minutes with the curling iron to achieve the effect.By the time I was done, it was only noon. Five fucking hours until Miles picked me up. What the hell was I supposed to do until then?I grabbed my phone and texted my mom: "I'm going out for a bit. I will be back by 4:30 to get ready. I'm gonna be out for a while in the evening too."Her response was immediate: "Okay honey." The reply was surprising, or more like it made it obvious that she's busy bu
The sunlight streaming through my curtains was the first thing that made me realize I'd slept and woken up, then my entire body that's screaming in protest.For a confused, painful moment, I couldn't figure out why every single muscle felt like it had been run over by a truck. Then yesterday's gym session came flooding back, the squats, the deadlifts, the absolutely stupid amount of weight I'd loaded onto every machine in a desperate attempt to burn off my rage at literally everyone, and I groaned into my pillow.Then I remembered my time out with Miles, and to an extent I told myself that it was all worth it, even as my quads seized up when I tried to straighten my legs. It's totally fucking worth it.My phone said the time was 9:47 AM, and if it had lied to me before I wouldn't believe it cause that means I'd slept almost eleven hours.I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept that long. My body had apparently decided that after the physical and emotional punishment of the last fe
"Because I'm into you, Scarlett... Like I really like you. And I want to keep doing this, taking you out, getting to know you better, trying to decide where this goes. But I need to know if what that meant was that I'm with someone else. If your heart's somewhere else while you're sitting here with me. You know... that's just it"The honesty in his voice was devastating. He deserved the truth. Or as much of it as I could give."It's complicated," I said carefully. "There was... someone. Kinda like... like something." I started stuttering, and almost visible." But... but... i'm trying to figure out if it was real or if it was just the situation that made it feel that way.""And that's what this is?" He gestured between us. "Figuring it out?""Partly," I admitted. "But also because I genuinely like spending time with you. That's not a lie or a test. This right now.... it's real."He was quiet for a moment, processing. Then he looked up and
"Morning," he said finally, with his voice very casual and normal like we were step-siblings, which is pretty much normal."Morning," I replied, and my voice came out steadier than I expected, almost normal except for the slight breathlessness that I hoped he couldn't hear.He t
"Now get out."The words hit me cold like ice water, very dismissive.I blinked up at him from his bed, still trying to process what he'd just said."What?""You heard me."He stepped back, putting distance between us, between his body and mine, and pe
More than two hours passed very quickly and I didn't even noticed until Vera checked her phone."Oh my god, it's almost eleven."Alex looked surprised. "Already?""Time flies when you're enjoying an event," Lexi said, and everyone laughed.The ballroom was still alive but different now, the energy
His finger was barely inside me. Just the tip, maybe half an inch, enough to make me crazy but nowhere near enough to help.I could feel myself trying to clench around it, trying to pull him deeper, but he held his hand completely still."Ja..ax—" His name came out desperate, in







