CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN: ROADSIDE STEAM.

MILES:

“Fuck me. Hard,” were the words Meredith spoke after killing Louis. As tempting as it sounded, she wasn't in her right frame of mind when she made that request. She needed comfort and therapy later on. It's never easy to take the life of another person.

“Baby, you need to allow me to take you home, so you can rest.”

Her eyes gave me a warning glare before she reached up and kissed me. Those darkened irises were telling me, 'fuck me, or I will jump on you in front of the boys.' I've learned never to doubt her capacity for implementing things over time. If she asked for that, then I would give it to her.

Brandon was at our side, then he cleared his throat, worry plastered over his hard face. “Miss Tate, are you alright?”

With a silent reply, “yes.” No. She wasn't. She was fighting to be strong, holding onto every bit of herself not to fall apart. Such a strong girl. My woman saved me; if not, Louis would have blown my brains out. How could I have given her up so easily? A girl who gave me peace, made me laugh, and was supportive. A girl, who, for the first time, wasn't after my money and fame. A Queen.

“Brandon, take the guys back home. I am riding with Meredith.”

“Mr. Pierce, it's dangerous to let you two be alone outside your estate. We don't know how many people are involved and if these two have other plans in place for the night.”

Meredith moved away from me. Looking up to Brandon, “Brandon, please. We will be fine. Just give us time to talk.”

He threw his hand up in surrender, waving to the rest of my guards. Before he walked out, “at least take this. If you notice anything negative, anything at all, kindly press the blue button, and the specialist I have left to follow you from afar will intervene.” He handed me a small phone-like device with a single button in the middle.

“Thank you,” Meredith hugged him before he left.

The police flooded the entire place, so I led her to the car and began to drive us away, with no destination in mind. Guilt, hurt, and pain weighed heavily on me. We were approaching a lonely area of the freeway, and I couldn't take it anymore. The entire time, she was silent, eyes fixed on the window, breathing rapidly, and her hands trembling.

“Meredith, I'm sorry. I was an idiot for not believing your words. I was so angry and disappointed that I let go of the best thing that ever happened in my life. I--” she swirled around in her seat, stretching her hand to reach for my trousers. She unzipped my fly, freeing my cock. Her mouth was on it in no time, making me inhale. I almost lost control of my driving. Luckily, I wheeled the vehicle out of the way and parked.

Like a wild animal preparing an attack, she moved from her seat to be on top of me. With one hand and hot kisses, I pulled back my seat. She was really making love to me after what we had been through. Was this her way of avoiding a discussion about it? Her way of fighting me to avoid talking about it?

She was wearing a gown that was pretty much stained with dirt, and she smelled like a mess. Sanitary precautions were far from my mind because the grinding against my cock, the devouring lips on mine, and her hands on my chest sent me to cloud nine. She pulled her gown until it rode above her hips, adjusting her panties to the side. Holding my gaze, she lowered herself onto my cock at once, taking all of me.

My moan filled the car, but I knew better. I was too big for her to take all at once. She would probably injure herself, and she wasn't even properly prepared for me. I gripped her hip to control the frequency, but she growled. “Please, don't stop me,” she whimpered, beginning to fiercely pound herself on me.

For better comfort, I lowered the seat until it was flat, giving enough room. I played with her nipples through the fabric while groaning. My action only made her go harder and faster. She was punishing herself with sex. She was hurting herself with my dick. No. What happened wasn't her fault. None of it was.

“Meredith, stop!” I gripped her hips.

“Don't stop--”

I gently rotated, flipping her over. Now, I had control and would make love to her, showing her it wasn't her fault. I pulled out, and she shrieked. I had no idea if it was from pain or pleasure, but I was reassured that I was going to give her pleasure. I love pain, but not at a moment like this.

Slowly, I placed my dick at her entrance, finding my way to her clit. I began rubbing the middle, which was swollen, pushing just the tip of my cock in and out. With my free hand, I unzipped her gown, shrugging it off her shoulders. I did the same with her bra. My speed increased on her clit, then I latched around each rock-hard nipple, biting, sucking, and flicking my tongue around them.

She was writhing and screaming with pleasure. Higher and higher, my sucking on her nipple and the rubbing on her clit went. She was wet, dripping over my cock. “Now, you are ready for me to consume. I missed you, baby,” I whispered against her left nipple.

“I missed you too.”

Hearing that, I pushed past the tip of my dick, thrusting deeper and deeper until her walls opened up to me. I rotated my hips, thrusting at a slow pace. It felt like all the blood in my body rushed straight to my dick, making me swell more within her. She, too, was edging her orgasm. I knew neither of us would last. We had been without this for an entire month. Without us. Her push and pull to meet my thrust gathered a pool of semen on my dick. I flickered her clit more, tongue swirling around each nipple.

“Miles... Ahh.” She quaked underneath me as she exploded, making me pick up the pace. Seconds later, my hot semen was shooting inside her, warming her walls. Until both of us went limp and utterly spent, I stayed rooted in her, afraid that she would be snatched away from me once I withdrew myself.

I made sure my weight wasn't on her. We stayed glued to each other until I lost count of time. Her breathing was fading out when I pulled out, moving myself to the passenger's seat. I removed my jacket, spreading it over her body while I zipped up my fly. She snuggled into it as she would into my body.

I drew back my seat too, to imitate hers. “Meredith?”

“Yes?” Her voice was faint.

“I'm sorry. I can't apologize enough. Tell me how to correct this.”

She was silent for seconds, which felt painfully long. Then she spoke. “At first, I was mad at you. But then, realizing that I almost lost you, I found out that I can't be mad at you. We are two people who got manipulated by awful people. I forgive you. There is no need to keep fighting. I have already spent a month without you. I don't think I want to go over that again.”