Mason:Inked Reapers MC(107)

       
           



       



"Oh," Miles nodded. "I see." There was a slight pause as he cast his eyes over the vast array of pins.



"You want to visit a lot of places," he commented.



"America is a big place," Brea replied. "And I want to take it all in."



"You been to many of the places before?"



It was a logical question, but Brea couldn't help but be affronted by  it. Sylar had successfully stifled much of her development growing up.  She'd never traveled beyond the borders of their small town until  recently. Would Miles be deterred by how little she'd seen of the world?  His sleeve of naval tattoos hinted at a life spent exploring. Brea  envied all the adventures he must have had, all the wonders he must have  seen.



"No," Brea replied curtly, clamoring to her feet and taking the blanket with her to protect her modesty.



"Hey," Miles followed after her, his tone soft with concern. "I didn't mean anything by that. I was just asking."



"No," Brea stated again, less sternly this time. "I've only ever been in  my hometown and Colridge. My life has been a little … sheltered." She  chose her words carefully for fear of coming across as strange.



"You had strict parents, huh?" Miles gave her a sympathetic smile and  then started pulling his pants back on. Brea chewed her lip nervously.  It would be so easy to say nothing, to just let Miles think that she was  from a family with strict parents. But she wanted there to be no  secrets between them. Brea could feel herself falling for Miles and she  didn't want to taint that feeling by lying to him.



"Actually, my parents died when I was twelve."



"Whoa," Miles paused, only one leg in his pants.



"My … um … " Brea felt nervous beneath the sudden heat of his gaze. He was  looking at her like she was some injured little bird who might never fly  again. And she wanted him to see that she was still capable of  spreading her wings if she wanted to.



"My brother raised me after they died."



"That's mighty kind of him," Miles continued dressing, appeased by her response. "A big task for a young guy to take on."



"Yeah," Brea agreed. Gratitude swelled in her chest, but it was swiftly  countered by crushing feelings of guilt. She'd been so resentful towards  Sylar for holding her back, had been so desperate to get away from him,  to experience life in a new town. Did he now hate her for leaving? She  prayed not.



"He gave up everything to take care of me."



"He sounds like one hell of a guy."



"He is," Brea agreed. "Only … " was she going to sound wretched and  ungrateful if she told Miles how stifling living with Sylar had been?  How she'd felt she had no choice but to escape his strict regime where  she wasn't even permitted to go into the town to use the library.



Miles gazed at her expectantly, his eyes wide and soft with patience.  Brea was astounded by the depth of understanding he displayed. On the  outside, he was this tough, tattooed guy with mysterious scars but  beneath that steely exterior he was as soft and sweet as melted  chocolate.



She loved him. In that moment, Brea knew it to be true. But she also  knew it was too soon to declare such feelings. Clearing her throat she  focused instead on discussing Sylar.



"He could be a little overprotective," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with guilt.



"In the end it just got to be too much and I had to leave."



"I'm sure he just thought he was doing right by you," Miles offered  kindly. "It can't be easy trying to step into an adult's shoes when  you're still just a kid."



"No," Brea sighed, "it can't be."



"But hey," Miles came towards her and looped a strong arm across her  shoulders, tilting her towards her pinned map of America. "How about one  day you get on the back of my motorcycle and we set off across the  country visiting all these places you've pinned?"



Brea thought how it would feel to ride behind Miles, her arms locked around his waist her hair free and flowing in the wind.



"I'd like that," she smiled.



"We could do a whole tour," Miles swept his free hand grandly through  the air. "We'll listen to some real, authentic blues in New Orleans, eat  freshly caught lobster in Maine and go whale watching in California."



"Catch a show in New York, dance in the rain in Chicago and ride a boat  down the Mississippi," Brea said dreamily. She felt like she was  describing something that happened in movies. There was no way that  could ever actually be her life, could it?                       
       
           



       



"We'll do it all," Miles tenderly kissed her forehead.



"So now you know all about me, you ever going to tell me where you got  those scars?" Brea delivered the question as softly as she could and  Miles still tensed. He released her from his embrace and headed over to  pick his shirt up off the floor and pull it over his head.



"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine," Brea hastily added.



"No," Miles sighed. "It's not that I don't want to talk about it. Or  maybe it is that," he raked a hand through his hair and shook his head.



"I like being this big, strong guy for you," he gave her a sexy,  lopsided smile. "And some of my stories, well, they risk changing that.  And I don't want that to happen."



"You could never stop being my big, strong guy," Brea slunk her way over  to him, letting the blanket she'd gathered around herself drop the  ground. She was completely naked. Her nipples hardened as she looked at  Miles and licked her lips. She saw a ripple of desire run through him.



"You are … " he laughed and grinned to himself. "You are one hell of a girl, you know that?"



Brea smiled sweetly as she kept walking towards him. "You're one hell of a guy," she told him softly.



When she was in reach Miles pulled her to him and they started kissing  passionately. His tongue pressed against hers as his hands ran the  length of her curves. Brea loved kissing Miles. His kisses were always  so passionate yet tender. She could get lost in one of his kisses. When  he put his lips against hers, he could silence all her doubts, all her  fears in a single second. All that existed between them was the kiss,  and the heat of it burned everything else away.



Miles' hands ended up in her hair, tumbling through her the dark strands  as he drank her in, tasted the depth of her kiss. Brea wanted him.  Whenever they kissed, she was filled with this powerful desire which she  could never fight against. It was as if she was under a spell and all  that mattered was being with Miles.



Brea reached out and began to unbutton the pants he'd only just put back  on. Miles ceased kissing her briefly to step out of them. He'd not worn  boxers that day and was instantly exposed. Brea grinned when she saw  how hard he was already. They kissed again, Miles leaning back for the  briefest of moments as she hurriedly tugged his t-shirt up over his  head. Then their naked bodies were pressed against one another, writhing  together as they kissed. Brea could feel herself getting wet. Her  entire body began to tremble with expectation. They'd already had sex on  her apartment floor that day, her knees still bore the carpet burns to  prove it.



This time, she wanted to do something different, something daring. She  broke the kiss to lead Miles to her window which offered an impressive  vista of the rooftops of Colridge. Leaning forward she planted her palms  against the glass. Miles groaned approvingly, understanding what she  wanted to do. Gripping her hips, he entered her from behind. Brea let  out a delighted gasp as he pressed her against the glass, the cool of  the window pane feeling strangely wonderful against her bare breasts.



Brea climaxed twice against the window. As Miles pulled her away, her  body had left a sweaty imprint upon it. He maneuvered her towards the  sofa, sitting himself down as though he were about to watch television.  Brea straddled him but faced away from him. She heard him moan as he  slipped inside her. Then she slowly began to tease his dick, rising up  and down and arching her back. She could hear Miles' breath getting  quicker along with her own.



"Oh baby," he cried out, "you feel so good."



"Do you want to cum for me?" Brea asked seductively as her movements became faster.



"God, yes," Miles gasped.



Brea raised and lowered her butt as fast as she could, feeling Miles'  entire girth within her. She'd never felt more sexy or more alive than  when they were together. He planted his hands upon her shoulders,  pushing her down against his dick. Brea squealed out in shocked delight  as she climaxed again. As the shudders ran through her body, she felt  Miles briefly expand within her as he released a contented sigh.