Page 47 of Serpentine
“Hey,” I tell him, cupping his face in my hands, “I’m alright.”
His eyes cast downward.
“Look at me,” I tell him, “If you’re referring to that kiss you gave me, I’m glad you broke the rules. Because I wanted it, and it was…everything.”
Emotional tears well in his eyes, and I’m praying he doesn’t let them fall because they’ll be my undoing. Someone this upset over my well-being and what happened to me is something I’m not used to.
He’s in turmoil because of what happened at the restaurant, and while I am too, I’m not dwelling as severely as he is.
I’m kicking myself for not going to find him today. I spent all day doing what I wanted, not even worried about him. But I’m not used to men caring. At all.
“It was stupid,” he says, his face nearing mine.
My breathing catches, my hands slide through his hair, and my center thrums to life. He affects me as quickly as he breathes and knows it, too.
“See that? How your pupils dilated, how your breathing changed. I feel that, too. It’s all I can focus on in your presence. It makes me weak. It makes me vulnerable. If I’m vulnerable, so are you,” he tells me, and his husky tone has the tingle in my spine racing for my brain.
“So, we take someone with us places. If you can’t focus, they can,” I answer smoothly, turning my face to his as we dance around our attraction.
He scoffs. “That’s your answer? A fucking bodyguard?”
I shrug, licking across his bottom lip brazenly. “Either that or you never let me leave the house again.”
“It’s crossed my mind, Aella,” he groans, sealing our lips together in a dance of passion that overwhelms my senses.
I groan into the kiss, and his hands squeeze my ass as I forget the world. I do, however, register gasps of shock and awe from the room behind us as I deepen the kiss and slip my tongue into his mouth.
The kiss is consuming and feral. There’s also a drunken sloppiness to it I’ll cherish. Miles is unguarded and free of all that usually looms over him, and it’s in every way he kisses me with his soft lips.
“Princess, you’re causing a ruckus behind us,” he says, panting as he parts his lips from mine.
“Let them look,” I say simply, not knowing who I’ve become in their presence.
“Ah, an exhibitionist, are you?” he asks, slowly returning to himself. Some of the glaze of alcohol is missing from his eyes.
“With you? I could be.”
He uses his grip on my hips to rock my body against his cock, and I keep my eyes locked on his as my mouth drops open and a moan leaves my lips.
“Baby, don’t do that,” he growls.
“Why?” I ask breathlessly as I grind against him, working myself too high. I know I’ll need to come down.
“Because I don’t want to fuck you bent over that pool table. Especially since it’s your first time. But if you keep it up, I’ll…”
It almost stops me. Almost.
Because something in his tone makes me want to press the issue.
What if I make him fuck me in front of everyone? Maybe someone will take a video and post it online. Perhaps then I won’t have to face the reality of returning to my old life. The one I don’t want to return to.
I don’t know if it’s the alcohol in my veins or the feel of him beneath me that makes me face facts, but I know now I’ll do what it takes to remain with them.
I’m slowly finding myself in a den of Cobras.
I’d gotten Miles to his room and to sleep. I wasn’t ready to face Brax yet, as my energy was high. I know that’s not what he needs. So, I meandered back to the clubhouse, to the party still raging on through the night. It’s two a.m., yet there seem to be more people here than when I’d left with Miles to go to the house.
Kylo is sitting on the couch, a beautiful redhead on his lap. I move to get my beer from where I left it, and it’s gone.