Good Catch, page 13
Martin completed all of the foundation work, from the flooring to drywalling and installing all new windows. Syd mentioned they still needed help painting, and completing the deck outside, so here I am. Sweating my ass off in the humid heat of a Michigan summer. I was finishing cutting a piece of wood for the deck when my sister comes out of the sliding door, waddling and carrying over two glasses of water.
“Syd, go sit down. If we want water, we have two feet,” I scold her because she’s seven months pregnant with twins. She shouldn’t be moving more than she has to already.
“Don’t waste your breath. She doesn’t know how to relax,” Martin adds.
Besides Ryan, Martin is the next closest thing I have to a best friend. Sure, there was a group of guys I hung out with in college, but the bonds didn’t run that deep.
He looks at Syd, his face full of concern. “Cariño, por favor. Siéntate y relájate. Puedo cuidar de ustedes tres.” Honey, sit back and relax, please. I can take care of you three.
“Would both of you quit it? I am pregnant, not dying,” she scoffs, handing me a glass. She turns to Martin, her hand not letting go of the glass she’s handing him. Her demeanor softens and she lets go of the glass. “Sé que puedes, y lo harás. Te amo por eso,” she tells him. I know you can and will, and I love you for that.
Syd learned Spanish after their first date, claiming she already knew he was the one, and wanted to learn for him.
My sister is sweet, but she’s also feisty. She doesn’t take shit from anybody. Growing up, I always worried I would have to give her the “don’t break his heart” talk instead of giving it to whoever she was dating because I worried she didn’t have a heart for the longest time. When she fell in love after their first date, I found it quite funny because she was adamant that she wouldn’t.
Martin and I took a long sip of our water, temporarily soothing the heat basking onto our skin.
“I can’t wait to deliver these babies so I can get to interior designing the hell out of this place,” she exclaims, her hands intertwining in front of her chin as her imagination runs wild.
Syd is an interior designer, which is how she met Martin when their companies were working on the same project. They never met face to face until their first date and only communicated via email until he finally asked her out.
“I can’t wait to meet my niece and nephew, Miles and Miles,” I boast, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead.
“Good one,” she says dryly. “When are you going to settle down and give me a niece or nephew, huh? You’re only getting older.”
Martin laughs. “Dale un carajo mi amor.”Give him hell, my love.
He ventures to the shed to continue measuring pieces of wood, clearly wanting to avoid getting involved in this conversation. I don’t blame him because I don’t either.
Do I want kids? Yes. But I only want that with Rylee. I can’t imagine it any other way.
But I also can’t tell Syd that.
I lift my hat and run my fingers through my hair. “My students are my kids. That’s more than enough.”
Syd stares at me, her gaze penetrating my soul as she tries to see through my half-assed excuse. “Miles, who is she?”
I run another piece of wood under the saw machine, the loud sound giving me a few moments to come up with an answer, but I got nothing.
“I don’t know, but when you figure it out, tell her to give me a call, would you?”
The corners of my lips curve into a smirk. I feel my phone vibrate in the back pocket of my shorts, cutting off what I was about to say. I itch to grab it, but I know Syd will be all over me if I do. As much as it pains me to ignore it for now, I do.
I stay for another twenty minutes to finish cutting all the wood, then say goodbye to my sister and Martin, hopping in my truck and cranking the air conditioning. I wait for the cool air to fill the space in my truck and pull out my phone to find a text from Rylee.
What. The. Fuck.
I shake my head and reread it again, and again.
Did she not understand she was mine? Mine as in only me, no one fucking else.
I pull out of the driveway a bit more aggressively than I should and speed over to where the source of the rage pumping through my blood is. It takes me twenty-five minutes to get there, and by the time I do, I am nearly losing it. The whole drive here, I kept wondering who, where, why, and what the fuck.
It takes me three strides to reach the front door, and as I knock on it, I realize Ryan’s truck is missing. Perfect, because I don’t think I could put on a front for him right now. I wait ten seconds, every single one setting my nerves on fire, until Rylee finally answers the door and my rage momentarily ceases when I take her in.
Her hair is in a low bun and she’s wearing a white t-shirt that’s tied in the front, and a red floral skirt that hits her knee, a slit showing most of her sun-kissed leg.
I’m suddenly annoyed all over again because who is she looking this dressed up for?
I step into the house, and she locks the door behind us.
“Hi,” she says, sounding smaller than usual.
It hits me right in the gut as I realize my face isn’t the kindest right now. My jaw is tight, eyes blazing. I take a deep breath and try to relax my features.
“Didn’t realize we were going out tonight. A heads up would’ve been nice,” I say dryly.
She winces, and it’s only then I realize how upset she looks. The pain I feel from her being upset is far worse than thinking she’s going on a date with someone else. As long as she’s happy, and not hurting, that’s all I want.
She starts to ramble, her arms covering her chest as she tries to shield herself. “I’m sorry, I sent the text trying to make light of the situation and—”
I reach out, gripping her wrist and pulling her softly towards me. She willingly comes into my arms and rests her head on my chest. We both take a deep breath, calming ourselves, but seeing how nervous she is has me on edge.
I run my fingers lightly up and down her arm and gently ask, “What situation?”
She exhales into my shirt. “Ryan asked me to go on a double date at the movies tonight with him, Ava, and Nick, a guy at his work. I tried to say I wasn’t interested, but Ryan went on this rant about how I’ll never find someone if I don’t try.”
I see red for a moment, picturing some guy with his arm around Rylee. Rylee laughing with him, kissing…
No. I need to stop before I lose my shit.
“And you can’t tell him you found someone already,” I fill in for her, my voice low because while it’s a statement, part of it was a question.
Rylee lifts her head off my chest and replaces the absence with her hand as she nods. “I have, but I can’t tell anyone. He’s protective, cocky, sweet, and so beautiful I question if he’s even real. You know him?”
I see her smile for the first time since Tuesday, and it feels like my oxygen has been renewed. Add that to her compliment, and my heart is doing fucking gymnastics in my chest.
The previous tension chips away and I smirk. “Yeah, and he’s really pissed at your brother for making you do this.”
“I’m sorry. What did you want me to do? I can’t tell him yet,” she says pointedly, her brief playfulness gone again.
I gently hold her chin, tipping it to look at me. “Riles, I’m not mad at you. Just promise me something, okay?”
Her gaze softens. “Anything.”
I release her chin and trail my hand down her neck. She visibly shivers and I grin knowing the power my touch has on her. I continue my descent lightly down the middle of her chest, and her stomach, slowly stopping right before her pussy.
I lean into her, and whisper in her ear, “He doesn’t touch you anywhere, especially not here.” I cup her pussy through the fabric of her skirt, eliciting a gasp from her. “Or here.” I bring my hands up to cup her breasts, earning me a breathy moan. “Or here,” I say icily.
My hands snake their way around her back and I grip her ass, tugging her body tightly to mine. “Most important of all, not fucking here,” I whisper against her lips before claiming them in a passionate kiss.
Rylee flushes and I can feel her heart beating erratically against my own. “Anything else?”
“To be crystal clear, he doesn’t get to kiss or touch you. Unless you want me to end up in jail for assault,” I say, deadly serious.
“Don’t be dramatic, Miles.”
“I wouldn’t test me, Rylee. Let Nick kiss you and find out just how protective I really am,” I answer, my grip on her ass tightening.
She steadies me with her eyes, and I know she’s about to challenge me. “Hmm, how possessive are you, hot shot? Would you be okay if he kissed me like this?”
She leans up and kisses me softly at first, her hands cupping my face as she pours herself into the kiss. Then, her tongue quickly comes into play, demanding access. I willingly give it to her and savor the taste of her tongue against mine. Her mouth tastes like her, a sweet and sour mix of candy. She tastes like mine.
I break the kiss, needing to take back control of the situation. If she wants possessive, I’ll show her possessive. “If he kisses you like that, I might end up in jail for more than assault.”
I snap, taking her lips back with mine. I nip and suck on her bottom lip. Our breaths mingle as our lips lightly scrape one another’s. Instead of kissing her, I bend and lift her into my arms. I need to leave her with more than a kiss so she doesn’t forget who she belongs to during her date.
She gasps as I set her down on the dining room table and sink to my knees. “W-what are you doing?”
I skim my hands up and down her smooth legs. “Making sure you remember who you belong to. How much time do I have?” I ask, slowly pushing her skirt up over her stomach, revealing her white lace panties.
I faintly hear her mumble something, but my mind can’t comprehend what she’s saying as I take in the sight of the soaked lace, her hidden, sweet pussy waiting to be devoured.
Even though I hate the jealousy coursing through my veins, I’m glad seeing me this way turned her on. Knowing that she wants me just as much as I want her.
“What was that, baby?” I ask, my voice husky and raw as I pull her panties down and revel in her bare, glistening pussy.
All for me. Mine.
“About fifteen minutes. He just left before you got here to go get Ava.”
I groan as I fist her panties into my pocket. “Dammit, that’s not nearly enough time, but I’ll take it.”
Rylee leans up on her elbows. “What do you mean?”
I grip her hips and bring her body to the edge of the table so that her pussy is exactly where I want it. I lower my lips to her inner thigh and place a kiss there, “Ry, I want to spend hours devouring you. I get off on getting you off, understand?”
Her head falls back. I kiss my way up her inner thigh, to the top of her pussy, and, finally her clit. I lightly flick it with my tongue, teasing and testing it before fully diving in and taking it between my teeth.
Rylee’s fist comes down hard on the table, which only motivates me more. My tongue travels down her pussy, licking and sucking as I go.
She tastes so fucking good.
My tongue finds her hole, and I fuck her with my tongue as my fingers play with her clit.
“Miles,” she moans, and hearing my name on her lips goes straight to my already hard cock.
I stop. “Baby, look at me,” I demand gently.
Rylee lifts herself on her elbows, and I’m pleased to see the lust in her eyes, the slight part of her mouth, and the flush on her cheeks.
I lift my hand up to hers and intertwine them, resting them on her stomach. “Keep your eyes on me while I remind you whose tongue you come all over.”
I bring my lips back to my second favorite pair of lips she has. I suck and lick her like a starved man, devouring every inch of her perfect pussy.
“Who does your pussy belong to?” I murmur against her as I insert two fingers inside of her.
“You,” she cries out.
“This pussy only drips and comes for me, got it?”
“As if it could ever belong to anyone else,” she whimpers and her legs shake.
That’s the answer I was looking for.
I slide my fingers out of her slowly, before slamming them back inside as I suck on her clit. I pump into her erratically while my lips suck and worship her clit.
“Miles,” Rylee screams, her back arching off the table as she comes all over my face.
“I want another one. Be a good girl and give me one more,” I demand, bringing my fingers to my mouth and licking them clean. I bury my face back between her legs, so much so I can barely breathe.
She’s the sweetest and best thing I’ll ever taste.
Rylee eventually comes again, her orgasm bouncing off the walls as she screams my name. I begrudgingly take my mouth away and take her panties out of my pocket. I use them to wipe between her thighs, then tuck them into my pocket.
I’ll be keeping those.
Then I pull her skirt back down and smile when I notice she has an arm slung over her eyes.
“You okay?” I ask, leaning over her body and nudging her arm with my nose.
She lifts her arm, and her lips form a peaceful smile when our eyes meet. “I don’t think I’ll ever be the same after that,” she admits, her voice barely audible.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Good, so when douchebag tries to touch you tonight, remember this. Remember whose name you screamed so loud the neighbors probably heard.”
Rylee raises her hand up to cup my cheek, and I lean into her touch. “You have nothing to worry about, Miles. I promise I won’t let him touch or kiss me.”
Her words fill my body with warmth, but they still don’t erase the jealousy that it should’ve been me there with her tonight.
“I trust you,” I say, my voice low but steady.
Rylee tries to sit up and I step back. Once upright, she grabs my face between her hands and kisses me, her lips licking her own arousal off mine. It’s sweet, loving, and with a touch of fierceness. Just like the Rylee I know.
We pull back for air, and her eyes fall on my erection. “I wish I could put you in my mouth or—”
I whimper, cutting her off. “Baby, please don’t finish that thought. I am hanging on by a thread here.”
The lights from Ryan’s truck flood the living room window, and we break apart. Rylee quickly runs to the bathroom to fix herself up and I sit at the dining room table, adjusting myself while I think of something to say to Ryan.
I come up with nothing because I can only think about how I devoured his sister on the dining room table only minutes ago.
Ava and Ryan come in, and two very different looks come my way. Ava, who knows about Rylee and me, gives me a pointed stare with an arched eyebrow while Ryan looks momentarily confused.
“What brings you here?” he asks.
“I just came by to see if you wanted to hang out tonight, but Rylee told me you guys are going out already,” I say calmly, the lie flowing effortlessly from my mouth.
“Do you want to come with us?”
Part of me wants to say yes, so I can make sure nothing happens, but I just told Rylee I trust her. And I do. I want her to believe it. Besides, if I see this guy, I’ll probably lose it.
“No thanks. The game is on tonight anyways. I don’t want to miss the Lynx and Panthers playing each other.”
Finally a true statement.
Rylee emerges from the hallway, and my breath hitches in my throat. She looks stunning, the same as always, but the post-orgasm glow suits her well.
“Wow, Ry. You’re glowing,” Ava observes as if she just read my mind.
I narrow my eyes at her and she just smiles in response.
“Thanks. I just need to get my chucks, one second.” She mumbles as she rounds the staircase.
“Rylee, you can’t wear your yellow chucks on a date,” Ava says, her tone admonishing.
“Why not?” I say out loud, internally cursing myself for slipping.
Everyone turns to look at me, but I quickly recover. “I just mean that guys don’t really care what type of shoes you have on. He won’t notice.”
“Add in the fact that I don’t care. If he doesn’t like me in my chucks, then he isn’t the one,” Rylee says before running up the stairs.
She’s always been herself, and I love that she doesn’t try to change for anyone else.
I stand and wish Ryan and Ava a good night because the longer I stay, the more my resolve slips.
Once I get in my truck, I immediately text Rylee.
She texts back while I’m driving, so I wait until I’m parked to answer her.
I’m in bed with a plate full of food and the baseball game on as I wait for her reply. The setting is semi-perfect. Rylee being here, next to me would be the icing on the cake.
I love seeing her get nervous because while she comes off so confident and competitive most of the time, I know the vulnerable parts she keeps hidden.
Chapter
Seventeen
Rylee
Halfway through the movie, images of what happened two hours ago on my dining room table invade my brain. There was something erotic about watching Miles go down on me and giving me the best orgasm I’ve had thus far. Now that I’m reliving it in my head, my clit is throbbing against my soaked thong.
I’m the worst date ever.
