The Takeover (The Miles High Club 2)

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.”