Miles (Highway Reapers MC): Inked Hearts (5 page)

Chapter 14

With his shirt off Miles waited for the apprentice to arrive. It was thankfully warm in the room so he didn’t mind being half dressed. His naval themed sleeve was in stark contrast to the rest of his pale, muscular upper torso. Dark ridges of old scars criss-crossed over his chest, scars which Miles hoped to one day hide completely with tattoos. He wasn’t one for showing his scars. It made him feel oddly vulnerable.

Whenever women saw his scars they wrongly assumed that he’d acquired them during his time riding with the Reapers. But the stab wounds and cigarette burns had all been souvenirs he picked up during his years living rough. It was a time he was keen to forget all together.

The door creaked open, pulling Miles away from the dark memories of his past. He felt his breath catch in his throat when he saw her walk into the room and hoped she hadn’t noticed. She was a vision. Wearing dark skinny jeans and a loose fitting black tee she was effortlessly beautiful. Dark hair bordered an angelic, elfin face. She was so unlike all the woman Miles usually encountered who’d plastered on makeup over craggy faces to try and look halfway decent. This woman was a natural beauty. She didn’t look like she belonged in some small tattoo parlor in Colridge. She looked like she belonged within the pages of some fairy tale book.

“Hi,” she greeted him softly, her voice as sweet as her pure, beautiful features. “My name is Brea and I’m going to be your artist.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Brea.” He liked the way her name felt in his mouth when he said it – exotic yet oddly familiar. It was a name he could say a thousand times and never grow tired of it.

“I’m Miles.”

“Hi, Miles.”

He gave her what he hoped was his most alluring smile. She maneuvered around the chaise lounge and started gathering together materials. When she bent over, Miles couldn’t help but take in the view of her impressively perfect ass. His hardening cock reminded him of how he itched with longing. Despite the hangover, which hung around him like a foggy cloud, when he saw Brea he just wanted to grab her waist and haul her over on to the chaise lounge. He wanted to see her pretty face crumple in ecstasy as she cried out his name. 

“Black?” Brea was looking at him expectantly. Miles blushed. Could she sense what he’d just been thinking?

“Sorry?” he felt dazed, confused and slightly embarrassed.

“You want black ink for the tattoo, right?”

“Yeah,” Miles smiled nervously, rubbing his neck. “Black ink works just fine.”

Chapter 15

Brea woke up before her alarm had chance to shrilly ring out through her apartment. She practically bounced out of bed because she was so eager to start her day.

It was her third appointment with Miles this morning. His tattoo was pretty much complete but she kept adding small, ornate details – a skull here, a small dagger there. Pretty much anything she could think of to keep him coming back, while still maintaining the integrity of a beautifully designed tattoo. There was something about Miles which made Brea desperate to get to know him better. He was sexy, mysterious and had an irresistible air of danger. It was engrossing, she was utterly captivated.

So far she had learned that he was in Colridge for work and was staying at a local motel in town. When he’d told her this, her pulse had quickened. Wondering if it was perhaps some thinly veiled invitation to spend the night with him which of course, she wanted to do. Each time she saw his hard, toned chest she wanted to rake her fingers down it. As she leant over him, working, doing her best to remain locked in concentration, she could see the steady rise and fall of his chest. His beating heart was so close. He was so vulnerable, so exposed and so…so sexy.

Brea couldn’t stop thinking about him. In the shower, cooking lunch, even in her dreams Miles was there. He had a warm smile and kind eyes. Brea loved making him laugh during their sessions. But she knew it couldn’t go on forever, at some point his tattoo would be complete and they’d go their separate ways.

The thought of not seeing Miles again was disheartening for Brea. She knew she was being silly, he is a client and this is life, it goes on. She just couldn’t stop thinking bout how much she loved their conversations and yearned to know more about him – like how he’d acquired the scars which made a tragic map across his body.

As she dressed for work Brea made the decision that she has to ask Miles out. After all, the worst thing that could happen was that he’d say no. And the best? Well…maybe she’d get to check out that motel room of his.

Chapter 16

“Morning” Brea tried to appear bright and bubbly as she walked in, pausing to tie her hair up so that it wouldn’t fall on to his chest as she worked like it had during their first session together.

“Morning,” Miles replied in his deep, gentle voice. Brea soaked up the sound, letting it envelope her like soft, sumptuous silk.

“Did you sleep okay?” she inquired politely as she began preparing her equipment.

“Well, I was alone. So no.”

Brea paused, taking in a nervous breath, trying to hide her now blushing face. Was he flirting with her? Suggesting that he longed for her to be in his bed as much as she did? She told herself that she was being ridiculous and tried hard to plaster on a look of indifference as she turned around to face him.

“You think we’ll get this finished today?” he asked.

“I hope not.” Brea realized she said that all too quickly but couldn’t remove her gaze from him. HIs eyes made her feel as though she was falling. She waited for a crack in his smile to tell her that he felt the same way or any response for that matter. But he just kept staring straight back at her.

Brea dared to let her heart guide her, not giving her mind a second to tell her she was being crazy, that she was taking too great a risk. She approached Miles and placed her bare hands upon his chest, which glistened with the dark freshness of his almost complete tattoo. Miles reached around her waist for her ass and gripped it, pulling her tight to him. When their lips connected the kiss wasn’t soft, it was intense, almost carnal. Brea let his tongue hungrily press against hers as Miles leaned back on the chaise lounge, pulling her with him.

She was straddling him as they kissed passionately, there was nothing romantic about this kiss; it was a longing. She could feel the bulge of his excited penis throbbing tantalizingly close to her. As his hands eagerly covered every inch of her body during their kiss, she wanted to throw off her clothes and just ride him there and then. There was something about Miles. When she was around him the shy, uncertain girl of her past was gone. He made her feel liberated, made her feel like a woman.

They were still kissing as Miles started to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. Brea knew that she needed to stop things before they went too far. Anyone could walk in at any moment and if found in such a compromising position, she’d surely be fired. But instead of pulling away and ending their embrace Brea was fumbling with the zipper of Miles’ jeans, desperate to free his dick. When her hands finally clasped around it she uttered a blissful sigh. Miles was well endowed but not large enough to scare her. At school Brea had heard stories of guys being built like coke cans and she always feared how she’d react if she was presented with such an appendage.

But Miles was perfect. His dick was rock hard and pink in her hands. She stroked it, teasing the tip.

“Let me fuck you,” Miles growled deeply at her. “Let me fuck you so hard, you’ll come until you’re dizzy.”

That was all the invitation Brea needed. She wriggled free of her jeans and panties, letting them drop to the floor. Miles used his strong hands to guide her hips into place. She was still straddling him as he entered her. Brea gasped as she felt the full length of him glide up within her. He was big enough to make her breath catch in her throat.

“Fuck! you feel amazing.” he said approvingly. Slowly, Brea started to grind up and down his dick. With each rise of her hips she felt a storm brewing inside her. Her whole body felt chaotically excited, the way you do on a rollercoaster when you’re slowly ascending towards the one big drop.

Miles gripped her hips and pushed against her hard and fast. Brea tumbled over the top of her rollercoaster. She leaned her head back as she fell and delighted shudders resonated through her body.

“Yes,” Miles groaned as he fucked her. “Come for me. Fuck, yes,” his body tensed beneath Brea. For a brief second he looked pained and then his expression changed to one of deep enthralling ecstasy.

“Wow,” he breathed.

“Yeah,” Brea self consciously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she climbed off both Miles and the chaise lounge. Now that their moment of passion had passed she felt nervous once more.

“That was,” Miles was fastening his trousers back up, smiling to himself. “That was amazing,” he finished.

“Yeah,” Brea was glancing nervously at her hands as if she no longer recognized them. Two weeks in to her new job and she was having sex with a client on her work chair. Who was she?

“Look,” Miles stood up and cupped her hand with his cheek. There was a tenderness in his voice which instantly soothed Brea.

“What we just did was…admittedly a little crazy. Amazing. But still a bit crazy.”

Brea nodded.

“How about you let me take you out to dinner tonight, maybe even take in a movie? So that next time we might wind up at my motel together instead of you risking losing your job? That sound like a deal?”

Brea tingled at the thought of having sex with Miles again. He was so powerful, so handsome and god knows she fantasized about being in his motel room, so this would be like a literal dream come true.

“Yeah,” she agreed with a smile. “Deal.”

Chapter 17

Miles could hardly take Brea out for dinner in Colridge considering that he was supposed to be keeping a low profile. But he was eager to spend time with her, to get to know her better and go on an actual date, so he invited her out to a movie. He figured it was the perfect setting considering the darkness of the theatre; No one would be able to see him and he wouldn’t risk his cover being blown.

“I love going to the movies,” she told him flirtatiously in the lobby as they bought snacks. Miles was struggling to focus on anything other than her slender legs, which were on full display thanks to the tight fitting pair of hot pants she was wearing. Miles was grateful for whoever had designed such a piece of clothing. He himself was wearing loose fitting dark denim jeans a tight fitting white t-shirt which showed off his impressively toned abs and arms. He particularly liked the contrast of his dark naval sleeve tattoo to a white t-shirt. He knew he’d worn the right outfit when he met Brea at the theatre and her eyes widened with approval and lust.

“Do you go to the movies very often?” Miles asked, trying not to think about the last time they were together. How she had straddled him right there in the tattoo parlor until he came. A strange expression flickered across Brea’s pretty features. It was a mixture of sadness and regret. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once again by her coy, flirty grin.

“Sometimes,” she placed a piece of popcorn between her pink glossed lips and Miles shuddered deliciously, thinking about where he hoped she’d be placing her full lips later on in the evening.

“What about you?” Brea tossed her hair over her shoulder as she asked the question. “You go to the movies much?”

The simple answer was no. Miles rarely went to the movies. He rarely read a book. The main passion in his life was music. He loved traveling around the country listening to local trash metal bands. But he wished he’d grown up going to the movies, whether it was on dates or with friends. He wished that his reading ability hadn’t been so swiftly squandered and that he could actually focus long enough to be able to read an entire book if he wanted to. The Reapers didn’t care about Miles reading ability, or lack there of, or his interest in movies. All they cared about was that he could handle himself in a fight and knew how to think quickly and on his feet when he got into a jam. But to Brea, Miles wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be interesting and suave. He wanted to be a man she could admire.

“I go now and then,” Miles replied vaguely.

“Sounds mysterious,” Brea mirrored his stride as they left the foyer and wandered around to their relevant screen.

As they sat down in the back row Miles was grateful to notice that there was no one else around. That was the beauty of a twenty five screen cinema – most showings on weeknights were always blissfully quiet. They settled down together and after some monotonous adverts and a few movie trailers the lights dimmed and the movie started.

Miles wanted to enjoy the movie. He’d chosen an action thriller which he’d hoped would be exciting enough to hold his attention. But it was no reflection on the movie that he struggled to follow what was happening. He couldn’t stop glancing at Brea’s bare legs which were so irresistibly close to his own. Looking up he traced the curve of her bosom beneath the flimsy t-shirt she was wearing. Clothes which he could remove in less than a minute. The thought of seeing her naked made his pulse race. And her scent. She smelt so sweetly of vanilla that each time he inhaled she flooded his senses. Groaning Miles tightened his hands against the arms of the theatre seat.

Brea must have noticed as she put down her tub of popcorn and turned towards him, her nose grazing his neck before she began to playfully pepper it with kisses. Miles groaned again, louder this time. As Brea kissed his neck her hands began to travel towards the zipper on his jeans. Miles leaned back, loving how sensual her kisses felt against his neck. He didn’t even care if she gave him a hickey it just felt so good.

She undid his zipper and reached in to his boxers. He was already hard when her hand found his dick.

“Good boy,” she purred into his ear approvingly. Miles grinned widely and tired not to cry out in delight. He’d sensed that there was something special about Brea. Most girls would insist on having an entire date before giving in to their desires but not Brea. She was brave enough to go after what she wanted, to give into the heat which crackled between them. And the heat was undeniable. Miles struggled to think about anything other than Brea since their first meeting in the tattoo parlor.

With her hand still on his dick Brea slid off her chair and dropped to her knees beside Miles. He held his breath in anticipation, watching her maneuver herself in the shadows so that her mouth was directly above his pink, throbbing cock. It felt full of a thousand nerve endings as he imagined how good it be to have her mouth wrapped around it. Brea glanced up at him, smiling sexily before lowering her head. She took his dick in to her mouth, getting her tongue press against it.

Miles squeezed the arm rests tight and leaned back, closing his eyes in delight. It felt amazing. Brea’s head bobbed as she suckled and teased his erection. It felt so good that Miles knew he wouldn’t be able to last very long. He tried to slow down his breathing to delay his climax, not wanting Brea to stop.

Tipping forward on her knees Brea pressed her mouth further down on his dick and Miles gasped in delighted awe. She was taking the full length of him, positioning herself that as she deep throated him she wouldn’t gag. Miles felt dizzy with the desire to cum. He’d never experienced anything like it in his life. All the women he’d been with none had ever been able to satisfy him like this. And Brea looked so sweet and innocent. That juxtaposed against her sexual appetite and ferocity was the hottest thing Miles had ever known. After almost a minute of being deep throated he came, shuddering in his seat as he released his load directly in to Brea’s mouth. He wondered if she’d gag or make some sound of revulsion. Instead she brushed off her knees, straightened her t-shirt and ran a hand over her mouth as she sat back down beside him and smiled innocently.

“Holy fuck,” Miles gaped at her in shock. “That was like…that was the hottest thing ever. Who are you? You’re like the girl of my dreams.”

Brea smiled contentedly before leaning against his broad shoulder and settling down to watch the rest of the movie.