Into The Wrong Brother's Arms

Rhiannon POV “Fuck....Miles....” My voice was a messy pants as I sank deeper into his bed. His scent, one I’d only recently become familiar with, clung to his sheet, fisted in my hand, filling my nostrils like a drug I couldn't get enough of. My thighs squeezed together, heat rising between them in a slow, torturing ache that made me squirm and twist my waist as pleasure swarmed my whole body like fire. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. Heck, I definitely shouldn’t be touching myself in my best friend's bedroom. But maybe it was the fact that I was very angry, or it was the alcohol. Or maybe it was the fact that I was ovulating. Or maybe... I was just tired of holding on to this part of hunger in me until it built up to the extent I couldn't hold it in anymore. “Fuck....” I groaned into the bedsheet clutched in my tight fist, lips held tight with my teeth as my head swarmed with intense pleasure I was yet to get familiar with. For the first time in my life, I wanted to let go. To be wild. I wanted to satiate the hunger and anger in me, the need pulsing down there every time I’m near and distant from my best friend/ boyfriend. But my fingers weren’t enough to satiate the beast in me. They weren’t enough to fill the burning ache coursing through my core. “Ahh....yes”, I moaned out loud as my finger found the spot that made my back arch, my head tipping toward the ceiling in pure daze. “f**k, yesss. I’m close...” My fingers became vigorous as I rubbed my clit hard, eyes hooded as pleasure swarmed me with full force. However, I still don’t know how to c****x; it was like the more I rubbed vigorously, the more the pleasure rose without an end. It was both sweet yet frustrating, like I was so close, yet couldn’t let go. Just as I was about to let out another moan, the tiniest sound creaked outside the bedroom door. I froze, heart pounding in my chest before sinking into my stomach with a painful thud as I looked toward the door in panic. What could that be? I thought to myself with a pounding heart, hiking my body up a little from the bed. I was sure I was the only one in the house because earlier, when I stumbled into the house and then into Miles’s room, the lights were already off. The house was so empty that I could have sworn there was no human in sight or presence around. It must be an insect or anything crawling around, I thought to myself. The truth was, I shouldn’t be here alone in a house that didn’t belong to my family, but not only was I Miles' best friend, I was also his girlfriend, at least that’s what I think I am, which gave me access to be here. However, it's the new year in seven days, and Miles' sister, Malena, wedding party. Miles and I had planned to fly in together before the servants and the rest of the family arrived in the next five to four days, because in my opinion, it was my birthday tonight, one I planned to pull up my courage and tell him how I feel and what I want if he wasn't going to put a tag on our situationship. But at the last second, he decided he wouldn’t be coming because he was tied down to an unexpected and unavoidable job. I couldn’t hide my disappointment, nor was I able to hide the embarrassment of waiting at a restaurant all dolled up. You see, Miles has been my only friend, confidant and first love since we were kids. We’ve never said we’re dating. He never asked me to be his girlfriend, and I never asked him to claim me. But… it feels like we are. We’ve known each other our whole lives, and everyone else already teases us like we’re together. He kissed me once when we were kids and again when we were older, and I’ve held onto those moments ever since. But that was a long, long time ago. Maybe I’m foolish, but in my heart, I believe we’re something… even if he won’t put a name to it. I just wish he’d finally say it out loud, so I wouldn’t feel like I’m the only one who feels this way. And that was why I planned this, a birthday celebration where I c***k his cold shell. I even wore a lacy sexy underwear I got from Victoria Secret, hoping to get dirty after a successful execution, but just as usual, it seems no matter how much I try to win him over, to show him how much I felt for him despite it being obvious to other people, it was like he couldn’t see it, or maybe he just doesn’t want to. Pain tugged at my heart, tightening my throat until I had to swallow the sob rising in it as I reminisced about how I felt when I received the message from Miles hours later, after being seated at the restaurant I had booked for us. Filled with shame and anger, I had drunk all the wine all by myself and then excused myself and wandered into Miles’s room, tipsy and emotional like s**t. And here, alone with a broken heart, I finally let myself go wild. Years of chasing a man who barely looked at me past a friend, despite how obvious my feelings had been. After years of pretending my heart doesn’t c***k every time he pretends he doesn’t see my heart. Why did he kiss me twice, give me that little attention if he doesn’t want me... But tonight, I’ve had enough. I wouldn’t wallow in my self-pity. And while what I am doing isn’t something to be proud of, or the balm to my broken heart, I would rather give in to the pressing hunger and desire I was feeling at the moment than cry my eyes out over a love I couldn’t get. My fingers slipped lower. “O-oh..” I moaned into his bedsheet, breathing in his intoxicating scent. My lacey pant is soaked, my clit swollen underneath it, and overly sensitive with desire. “Ooooh...fuck!” I moaned again, hips rolling in rhythm with my finger when… Click! The door opened, and I froze, hand paused on my throbbing clit. My breath caught in my throat as I spun around in panic. My vision was still slightly blurred from the alcohol and raw desire humming under my skin, but I could still make out a tall figure with broad shoulders in the doorway. “Mi..Miles?” I stammered, yanking the blanket over my body as I hurriedly sat up. The action made my vision swim for a second. The room was dark, and his body was silhouetted by the light from the hallway, making it hard for me to make out his face. But it was definitely Miles. I would recognize him even in the dark. “Miles, I...I ..this...” I couldn’t find the words. He saw me. God, he saw me touching myself on his bed like a creep! What would he think of me now? I panicked, clutching the blanket tighter to my chest as the door shut behind him with a soft click. Oh God! Why wasn’t he saying anything? Is he angry already? Oh Heaven! He sure would be! Before, I couldn’t see just his face, but now, with no light shadowing his frame, I could only see his shadow moving in the room, and that alone adds more to the terror. “I..I thought you texted you’d arrive with the rest of your family...” I whispered, trembling, avoiding the act of biting on my trembling lower lip. Still, no response. And that scares me more. He stepped closer, slowly, like a predator watching its prey. And when his hazel eyes darkened by the darkness met mine, every hair on my skin pricked. I frowned. Is it the alcohol or the darkness? Never has Miles looked at me like that before. Not this wild and hungry. The room was dark, but I could slightly make out his face now that he was close, and I could see the hunger beneath it. Has he ever looked at me like that before? Or am I just imagining things? Yeah, I am. It's both the alcohol and the darkness that's making me see things that aren't real? Yes, that must be it. “I-I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to...” Christ, how do I say it? I had touched myself in his bed while moaning his name! How do I explain that? Heat rushed through me in a spasm of embarrassment, and for a split second, all I wanted was to run, to bolt from the room, hide my shameful face, apologize, do anything to escape the embarrassing moment. However, my body betrayed me. Instead of fleeing the way my mind screamed I should, I leaned forward on my knees… and kissed him. I kissed Miles. Holy Cheese Sticks! I don’t know what came over me. Heck, I should pull away from him and run, but I found myself pursuing the kiss while wrapping my arms around his neck. I don’t know why I’m doing this. Oh God! I’ve finally lost it. Or maybe I was just so humiliated that I feared what his reaction would be if I pulled away, or maybe I just wanted to reclaim my dignity. Or maybe I was just so freaking drunk. Or maybe… I-I was just tired of waiting for him for years now. Yes, that’s it. He had already seen the worst of me, so why not show him how much his friend was starving for his love? He didn’t react at first. He just stood frozen, and I began to feel my cheeks heat up with shame. I was about to pull back when he suddenly grabbed my waist, and he kissed me back, pulling me flush to his hard body. My eyes widened, and my body flushed with a mixture of shock and desire. Oh Blast It! He kissed me back! Miles freaking Vaughn kissed me back. This is the best birthday gift ever. Maybe I had read too much into his reaction. Maybe he wasn’t angry. Maybe he liked me just as I like him and was too shy to show it, or maybe he needed a nudge to finally put a name to our situationship, all these years. I could understand if that was the case, as he wasn’t a man of many words. But he kissed me back? Holy heavenly fries!