My eyes widened in horror. My father was comparing Miles to his father, and I knew that was like a knife into Miles’s heart.
I turned to Miles, ready to tell him we could leave. His jaw was clenched tight, but he relaxed it and cleared his throat. “I was offered a position working alongside the CIA and was rewarded with a pay raise that I knew would take care of Momma, Rich, and Lana. As well as leaving me a nice chunk to start a future with Kynslee, if I was lucky enough to be able to do so. So, I took it. I might have done things wrong and gone about my relationship with Kynslee all wrong, but she and I have already talked about that. We’ve worked through our issues. She understands why I did what I did, and by the grace of God, she has forgiven me for my past mistakes, and to be honest, her forgiveness is the only thing that matters.”
Before anyone could say a word, Miles stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard everyone jumped.
“What in the hell was that about?” I said, walking toward the door.
“Kynslee, I’m so sorry,” my mother said as I quickly made my way out. Miles was walking toward the barn.
“Miles! Wait!” I called, running to catch up with him. He was walking so fast I nearly had to go into a full-on run. “Miles, please!”
The moment Miles stepped inside the barn, he jabbed his hands in his hair, leaned over and screamed. I watched him attempt to control his anger. This was a side of Miles I had never seen before. He was filled with a rage that literally stopped me in my tracks. It was a side of him I honestly wasn’t sure I ever wanted to see again.
“Son-of-a-bitch. Fucking hell!” he shouted as he punched the side of the barn. I gasped and covered my mouth as I took a few steps away from him.
With his hands on his knees, he fought to get enough air. Miles was having a panic attack. That was what must have happened to him during the thunderstorm the other night.
“Miles,” I softly said, making my way over to him. He buried his face in his hands and did the one thing I never thought I would see Miles Warner do.
He cried.
Miles
THE SOUNDS OF gunshots and helicopters whirled in my head. I was running, desperate to make it to the helicopter before it took off. Everyone was yelling. Shots were being fired and explosions nearly sent me flying. I wasn’t going to make it. They were going to leave me behind.
Then I saw her face and heard her sweet voice. “You can do it. Get there, Miles. Get there for me. Come home to me.”
“Kynslee,” I cried out.
“I’m right here. I’m right here.”
The feel of her arms around my body instantly calmed me. I felt myself leaning against a wall. Her voice right there. She was right next to me.
“Shhh, it’s okay.”
Opening my eyes, I saw the barn. Smelled the grain and horse manure. Smelled her. When I turned my head, her eyes were filled with a mix of fear and sadness.
“Kynslee?”
“Yes, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, Miles.”
Her words slammed my chest, bursting open a warmth I had longed for so many years.
I cupped her beautiful face in my hands and kissed her.
Kynslee wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning when she opened her mouth, and I took full control of the kiss.
How many days had I dreamed I would open my eyes and see her there? How many nights had I woken up drenched in sweat and prayed to see her again? I needed to get myself under control, and the only way I wanted to do that was by being with Kynslee. Getting lost in her body.
I lifted her up, pushing her against the wall of the barn. Her hands frantically moved under my shirt.
“I need you,” I gasped. “I fucking need to forget.”
“I’m yours, Miles. Take me.”
I pushed up her dress and slipped my hand in her panties, making her gasp, then moan. She was wet and so ready for me. I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to. Without so much as a single fuck given that her parents were in the house, I undid my jeans, took out my cock, and pushed myself inside of Kynslee. She gasped at the roughness, and I felt like a dick, but I would apologize later. Right now, I needed this. Needed her like she was my next breath.
“Oh Miles, yes! Don’t be gentle.”
Her words sounded like a siren going off in my head. I held her against the wall and pulled out before thrusting back into her hard and fast.
“Yes!” she softly cried out, still mindful that we were close enough to the house that if her parents walked down this way, they would hear us.