We lay still, panting, with no intention of moving an inch. I kiss Mira’s neck, and she rakes her fingers up and down my back while our bodies calm and our breathing returns to normal.I pull my head back and gaze down at her flushed face. Mira opens up those beautiful hazel eyes that I love and regards me closely. “Hi,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers.Mira smiles prettily and brushes her fingers through my sweat-damp hair, eyes glowing magnificently. “Any regrets?”I shake my head and smile, “Are you seriously asking me that while my cock is still inside you?”Mira giggles, “What? I have to be sure; you’re a flight risk.”I bury my face into the crook of her neck and laugh. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” I utter, nuzzling her neck affectionately.“Maybe, maybe not. Only time will tell.” She exhales and rocks her hips a little. I groan when my semi-erect cock springs back to life inside her. “Oh…”I look down into her face and grin. She blinks up at m
I gasp when her fingers wrap around the shaft, and I watch with half-lidded eyes as she strokes me. My dick looked hefty, clasped around her dainty hands. I rock up into her hand, biting my lip. “Fuck.” I groan when her velvet tongue glides up the shaft and swirls around the crown before licking the pre-cum with a satisfied moan. She hollows her cheeks and sucks slow and deep. I gather her hair into my hand and watch with growing vigour as my cock disappears into her mouth. “Atta girl, suck that cock like you're starving, baby.” I moan, thrusting into her mouth as deep as she could take me. My thighs tremble with every flick of her tongue along the underside of my dick. A familiar heat stirs, and my balls tighten the harder she sucks. “Oh yes, such a good girl.” I hiss, thrusting into her hot mouth. “My God, baby. You’re so fucking good. You’re going to make me come real quick if you keep sucking me like that.”Mira moans, and the vibrations of her vocal cords thrum through my shaft,
MiraOh. My. God.Over the years, I spent so many nights fantasising about what it would feel like to sleep with Devin. My lewd mind conjured up every scenario, but the reality was so much better than any fantasy I could have ever invoked. The intense passion and the immense need for one another were something I’ve never experienced before. I thought what I had with Scott was passionate, but that was nothing compared to what I have with Dev. Levi, however, is a very, very close second, he’s just as passionate, but I think what makes it that much more special for Devin and me is the distinct connection. Our chemistry and attraction for one another is off the scale.Those three days we spent together in Rome were astounding. But, alas, the fairy tale has to end sometime, much to mine and Devin’s disappointment. So we’re back in London, on our way back to my place. “Dev, we should really talk,” I murmur against his lips.“Mm, talk.
I narrow my eyes at him, a little in scrutiny. “You really want to have this conversation while you’re still hard and throbbing inside of me? You don’t find it a tad inappropriate?” Devin smirks, shaking his head.“I don’t see a more appropriate time. Do you?”I exhale, forcing aside the sudden awkwardness like a big fat elephant just sat on my chest. “We fooled around a lot.”Devin’s brows draw together, and he licks his lips. “Fooled around? What the hell does that mean?”I go to move off him, but he grips my waist and keeps me in place. Finally, I meet his penetrating gaze and sigh. “What do you think it means?”Devin rolls his eyes, his jaw set tight and twitching. “Don’t be vague, Mira. Give it to me straight.”“We kissed, did oral, he fingered me, and I gave him a hand job, we had phone sex. That’s it.” Devin scowls at me.“So basically, everything but fuck.” He states bitterly, and I shrug. Devin turns to look out of the window, his grip on my hips tightening. “Are you going to
DevinI’ve been pacing my living room restlessly for the past ninety minutes. Shall I call her? I hate the way we left things. I should have gone after her, demanded we talk and work things out, but I didn’t. I fucking didn’t, and I think I just lost her. I’m furious, and I know I don’t have the right to be, but I am. It was bad enough thinking she was sleeping with Levi, but to know she did all the things we did with him is making me crazy. I’ve dealt with this all wrong. I know that. I made her feel like a cheap tart when she’s not. She’s nothing of the sort.Fuck, I didn’t mean for it to come across like that. I pick up my phone and stare at her number, my finger hovering over the call button. The sound of the elevator doors opening distracts me, and I see Levi walk out, his helmet under his arm, a thunderous look on his face.He drops his helmet on the kitchen island with a loud thud and walks over to the bar to pour himself a
“Wyatt, I’m not leaving until I talk to her. If she decides she doesn’t want to be with me, then that’s fine, but at least let me apologise.” I express beseechingly, hoping and praying he’ll see the remorse on my face and let me in. “Fine, but if you hurt her again, I swear to God Devin, I will throw you out on your arse.” I nod in response to his warning and walk in when he opens the door for me to enter. “She’s in her room.” “Thanks, Wy,” I squeeze his shoulder gratefully and skip up the stairs to her bedroom. I tap on her door a couple of times and open it. The smell of her surrounds me instantly, and I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with it. I see her curled up in a ball on the bed, watching TV. “Wy, I said I’m not hungry.” She utters with a heavy sigh. Her eyes fixed on the screen. “Not even for doughnuts?” Upon hearing my voice, Mira lifts her head and looks back at me. I detect the sorrow swimming in her eyes, and I hate myself for being the one that made her feel that way.
MiraI stand stock-still staring into the icy blue eyes of the only man that has the power to cripple me with fear. My heart thumps painfully in my chest; the music, and the chatter of the people in the bar all suddenly seem deafeningly loud. The mic slips out of my hand and hits the floor with a loud thump. I blink, and he disappears like he was never there. But he was. I felt the chill of his gaze pass through me. I turn and run off the stage while my legs could still carry me. I push the back emergency door and race out of there before my lungs cave in.Just as I round the corner, I feel a sturdy pair of arms wrap around me, and I let out a shrill scream. “Peach, it’s me. It’s me.” Through my panic, my mind registers Wyatt’s voice, and I fall into his arms as if someone had taken the floor right out from under me.“I saw…Wy, I saw…” I pant breathlessly. Wyatt lifts me and spins me so I could face him.“Mira, hey, look at m
After we got to Devin’s place, I took a long shower to wash the anxiety and trepidation off me. I stood under the rainfall shower for ages, eyes closed, head back while the hot water beats down on me. I think back to Devin’s words in the car. If I had found a way to reach him, would he have come? If the years have taught me anything, it’s that love is nothing like the fairy tales you read growing up. Love hurts, and it devastates and makes you crazy. Love is like being dehydrated in a desert and drowning in the ocean. No matter how hard I tried, I never could cut those ties. I couldn’t make myself forget; I couldn’t make my heart forget. How do you erase a love that’s been permeated into your every cell, carved into your very soul? You just can’t. No matter how much you beg your heart to listen to reason and move on, you won’t. I haven’t.I’ve loved Devin since I was old enough to understand what love was. I’ve loved him from afar, silently, innocently. I’ve just never been able to a
Two months later. Thursday afternoon, a livid Mira storms into Devin’s office. “Devin King!” Devin frowns and looks up at her, confused and a little scared, while she stomps over to his desk. “What are you full naming me for? What have I done now?” “Did you tell your dad I was moving to Singapore with you before the baby is born?” Mira questions furiously. Devin blinks and opens his mouth to speak while Mira places her hands at her waist and glares at him, waiting for a response. “I may have mentioned it.” “Oh, you did, did you? I didn’t realise agreeing to marry you would come with the consequence of you making decisions on my behalf!” Mira snaps hotly. Devin raises a brow and stands from his desk. “Mira, for God sake, I’ve been trying to have this conversation with you for two weeks straight, but you keep evading it.” Devin grouses, walking around his desk and stepping closer to his angry fiancée. “My dad asked me what our plans are if we’re going back to Singapore in a couple
EpilogueTwo weeks later.Devin King and Mira Evans stood in front of their respective families, both looking as fretful and tense as each other. Each member of the family watches and waits with the curiosity of their news.“Well…” Noah Evans— Mira’s dad urges. His brown eyes were darting from his daughter to his best friend’s son standing before him.“I’m pregnant.” Mira blurts out suddenly. Devin groans low behind her when everyone in the room, save for Ayla, goes stock-still.“Why do you keep doing that?” He utters to her quietly behind his hand. Mira shrugs helplessly and turns her attention back to everyone in the room gaping at her.“Come again?” Her father questions, his dark brows fusing together. “Did I just hear you correctly? Did you just say you’re pregnant, or am I having some sort of stroke right now?”“You’re not having a stroke, Daddy; I’m pregnant,” Mira says, chewing on her bottom lip.“Who is the father?” Kate, Mira’s mother, qu
Devin disappears inside, leaving me out on the terrace. I stood there trying to picture myself living here. I just couldn’t see it. Yes, we have a company here that I could potentially work at but living in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language, you don’t know anyone. I’ll feel lost here. I mean, it’s a beautiful place, it’s clean, and the people are kind, but I know I don’t belong here. I want our baby to be born in the same country as its parents were. I want it to grow up around family. I don’t know how Devin and I will figure this out, but I truly hope we do for the sake of our baby, if nothing else.I’m lost someplace in my mind when I feel Devin come up behind me and hear him whisper in my ear. “Come with me; I have something to show you.”I follow him through the apartment toward the elevator. “Where are we going?” I ask curiously, and he smiles, lacing his fingers with mine.“You’ll see.” Devin pushes the button to the roof terrace, and I smile. He’s got that wi
“Damn baby, it’s nice to be missed by you,” Devin murmurs against my lips, and I suck on his bottom lip.“You saying you haven’t missed me?” I question, looking up at him through my lashes.Devin cups my face in his big hands and gazes into my eyes, his lips brushing mine when he speaks. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” A wicked smile. “I hope you’re not too attached to that dress.”I match his smile, sliding my hands under his T-shirt and raking my fingertips over his abs, revelling in the feel of every bump and ridge and the way his muscles spasm under my touch. “I have two more, just like it,” I affirm, dragging my index finger up the length of his erection over his light blue jeans. “Now, are you going to keep talking or are you going to take me home?” Devin makes a slow hissing sound and rocks against my finger, his cock demanding further attention.“Keep touching me like that, and I’ll fuck you in my car.” He groans, pressing a kiss to my rosy lips. I squeeze my thighs together when
Mira“Devin?”I wander through his penthouse apartment, awe-struck. It’s stunning. Open plan living room, with gorgeous crystal chandeliers, floor to ceiling windows with an incredible view. I trail my fingers along the dark grey marble island in the kitchen as I walk through. I go up the spiral staircase to the bedroom situated on the first floor. No sign of him anywhere. With a sigh, I walk over to the window and look out at the breathtaking view of Singapore stretched out before me.“Hi.” I jump and gasp when I hear a deep voice burr in my ear. “Welcome home.” I smile and sink against him when he wraps his arms around me. By home, he means his embrace, where he claims I always belong, not the apartment itself.“Mm, it’s so good to be home.” I lament, tipping my head back when his lips descend on my neck, licking, kissing and nipping at my flesh. My clothes start to come off, one item at a time hitting the floor until I’m nake
“I beg your pardon?”“My other boyfriend. Battery Operated Boyfriend. BoB.” I explain with a giggle when his face relaxes, and he curses.“You just killed my post-orgasmic bliss with your shenanigans, Evans. If you were here, I’d take you over my knee and give you a good spanking for teasing me like that.” Devin grumbles light-heartedly and gets up out of his bed. A light goes on, and he sets me down someplace. “Wait there. I need to clean myself up.” I grin, watching him move around. His firm and muscular bum comes into view, and I sigh lustily.“I really want to bite that bum of yours, King.” Devin’s laugh echoes in the bathroom. He leans over to look at me.“I’ll bite you back, Evans,” Devin utters, and picks his phone up.“Wait, wait! Let me see that hot body; I’m going to need it for visual purposes later.” I demand, and he flips his camera to face the mirror in the bathroom and flexes his muscles for me. Oh, hello, beefcake.“Oh, by the way, how would you feel about me coming ou
Mira“Peach, what’s up with you?”I sigh, staring at myself in the full-length mirror. It’s been a week since Devin left to go back to Singapore, and I’ve been miserable every second since. I force a smile on my face and pretend I’m fine, but the truth is, I’m not. I miss him. I miss his presence in my life. I miss his touch, his kiss, his smell. We haven’t talked about what our separation meant, but he still calls me to check how I’m doing. I’ve been overly emotional lately since everything that happened with Scott. I burst into tears all hours of the day. I’m mostly healed physically; emotionally, not so much, but I’m getting there. I’ve had a couple of sessions with my mother, which has helped.“I’m fine, Wy; I just don’t feel like going out. So you guys go ahead without me.” I state, turning to face him. Wyatt walks over to me and pulls me into his arms. I sink into his warmth and close my eyes. “You miss him, don’t you?” I nod wordlessly.“He’s not going to be back for months. Me
I pace the corridors at the hospital impatiently. Waiting for them to examine Mira. Everyone’s here, both our families, Wyatt, Lexi and Logan, all waiting to get the all-clear that she’s okay and not suffering some sort of internal bleeding or head trauma. I couldn’t be there because our families don’t know about us. Ayla’s the only one with her.“I want answers!” Uncle Noah barks furiously down the phone. “That lunatic almost killed my daughter again because you failed to inform us of his early release. He was serving a sentence for attempted murder. How could you let him out notifying none of us so we can protect her!” He shouts, pacing back and forth. “We’ll see about that. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer. Don’t you worry.” He grips and hangs up the phone. “Incompetent piece of…”“Honey, please calm down.” Aunt Kate tries to soothe him by rubbing his back. He utters something back about needing air and walks off.“Sweetheart, get your hand seen, too. It’s really swollen.” My mothe
DevinI glance down at my phone for the millionth time waiting for Mira to text me back, but she doesn’t. I got no answer from her call either. I’ve got this dreadful feeling in my gut, and I can’t shake it. She always responds to my texts, so why isn’t she replying.Me:‘Baby, everything okay?’ I sigh and bite my lip anxiously. Levi walks into the kitchen, and being the spiritual person he is, picks up on my unease and frowns. “What’s up with you?”I scowl at my phone and shake my head. “Something’s wrong. Mira’s not answering my texts or calls.”Levi opens the fridge and takes out a bottle of water. “She’s probably busy, or you’ve pissed her off again.” He utters, taking a long sip and licking his lips.I pin him with a firm look, and he rolls his eyes. “I’ve not done anything; we’re perfectly fine, thank you very much. When have you known Mira not to answer texts? Even when she’s angry, she sends something scathing back.”“If