The Takeover (The Miles High Club #2)(130)

I continue to slowly stroke him as he gets harder and harder. Our lips are locked. God, how did I think I could ever live without him?

No wonder my heart was broken. He makes it beat.

His fingers find the spot between my legs. “Open,” he breathes against my lips.

I roll onto my back and spread my legs, and he leans up onto his elbow beside me.

He slides two thick fingers deep inside me. My back arches in pleasure. “That’s it,” he breathes. “I know how to relax you, baby.”

His lips slowly take mine as he begins to pump me. The ripples of pleasure begin to build. I put my hands on his forearm as he works me, his movement getting rougher and rougher.

His dark eyes hold mine, and the bed begins to hit the wall with force.

Tristan Miles is the king of finger fucking. He gives it to me so good before we even get to the intercourse part. He has so much strength in his hand that I have no chance against him. No defense against his skill.

When he has me like this, he owns me.

Who am I kidding? He owns me wherever we are.

He pushes my legs back so they are bent against my chest, and he really lets me have it. The sound of my wet body sucking him in echoes throughout the room.

“Mmm,” I moan as he watches me. My eyes are rolled back in my head, and I hover somewhere in subspace. “I need you,” I pant. I grab the back of his head and drag him to me. “Fuck me,” I plead.

With dark eyes, he rises above me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He slides home deep. We bother shudder, close to losing control.

We kiss, and it’s slow and tender and moves in time with his body deep inside of mine.

“I missed you,” he murmurs against my lips. I grip him tighter. I can’t believe I nearly lost him.

I bear down and shudder hard. His eyes flutter with fire, and he pulls out and slams back in.

Oh . . . here we go.

He rises above me on straightened arms and begins to pump me with full force. His knees are wide, and my hands are on his behind. I feel him flex as he gets all the way in.

So good . . . so fucking good.

“Fuck,” he growls through gritted teeth. “Knees up.”

I bring my knees up to rest on his shoulders, and his eyes roll back. I smile up at him in wonder. “I love you,” I whisper.

He kisses me aggressively, and then he lets me have it. Both barrels. The bed hits the wall so hard I think he might knock it down. He bites my neck, and I can’t take it. I clench and convulse as I come hard. He holds himself deep as he does the same.

We move together slowly to completely empty his body into mine.

“I missed you,” he whispers.

I hold him tight in my arms. “I missed you too.”





Tristan

We’re back in Long Island now, and I look around at her bedroom and slide my hand up over Claire’s hip as she sleeps. I inhale deeply and smile into her hair.

Today’s the day.

“Morning.” She sleepily sighs.

“I’m getting up, babe.”

“Hmm,” she murmurs with her eyes closed. “Why so early?”

“I’m taking the boys to the expo in New York, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right,” she replies. Her eyes are firmly shut. “Do you want me to get up to see you off?”

“No, I got it. The boys are already up. I can hear them downstairs. Stay here and sleep in.”

“Okay.” She smiles as she wraps her arms around me and holds me tight. “I love you.”

I kiss her softly. “I love you too.”

I climb out of bed, quickly shower, and make my way downstairs.

The boys are eating their cereal with huge grins on their faces. “Are we ready?” I whisper.

“Yeah, sure are,” whispers Patrick excitedly.

I smile. “Hurry up. We need to go.”

We walk down the mall in New York. It’s snowing, and Christmas carols play loudly throughout the space. Patrick is holding my hand, and Harry and Fletcher are by my side. We’ve been looking for hours. Still nothing I like. “What if we don’t find one?” Harry asks.

“We will.”

“You should have had one made.” Fletcher sighs with a roll of his eyes.

“I didn’t have time.”

The boys and I are looking for an engagement ring for Claire. We’re finally going to be a family.

“When do you need it for?”

“Well, we leave in three weeks for Aspen, and my plan is to ask her on Christmas Eve,” I reply as we walk. “I’ve got everything arranged. Now we just need the ring.” Nerves flutter in my stomach. Finally.

My wife.

I’ve never wanted anything so badly. “Let’s hope she says yes, eh?” I add.

“She better,” Harry snaps as we walk. He takes my hand in his. “She’s going to ruin the entire trip if she doesn’t.”

I chuckle. “Agreed. Two weeks’ skiing in Aspen is going to be very uncomfortable if she says no.”

I smile as I picture our first New Year’s Eve together as a family, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been this excited about a vacation before.

“Of course she’s going to say yes,” Fletcher scoffs. “As if she won’t.”