Miles Ever After (The Miles High Club #5) Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors: Series: The Miles High Club Series by T.L. Swan
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
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Jameson and Elliot are fake punching each other as they put on a show for the living room. Everyone is acting serious but the two drunken idiots are actually quite amusing.

Eddie’s eyes rise to meet Christopher’s and Christopher winks at him, Eddie’s shoulders relax a little, knowing it’s going to be okay.

I inwardly smile, I think Dad might be right.

Eddie demanded their respect tonight; he’s finally broken through the barrier in his new life of asking for what he knows he deserves.

I can’t be angry for that.

How could I be?

Go, baby.

“This is it, baby girl.” Dad smiles down at me. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”

We stand at the end of the flower-strung aisle, the wedding march playing, in front of our friends and family, my veil firmly in place.

My fitted lace dress is the perfect finale to my fairy tale.

Marrying my dream man in my dream dress.

Christopher and Eddie are waiting for me at the other end. Black dinner suits and beaming happy smiles.

With every step we take down the aisle a little more of my destiny clicks into place. My heart free-falling from my chest.

It’s him. It’s always been him.

Today I am marrying Christopher Miles.

We finally get to the end of the aisle and my father kisses both of my cheeks and I turn toward Christopher.

He kisses me and leans up onto his toes in excitement, his big, beautiful smile on display.

My heart is full.

And as everyone who is dearest to us watches on, I marry the love of my life.

The room is hot and steamy, a perspiration sheen covers my skin.

I’m on my hands and knees, the sound of the bed slamming into the wall with force.

“You take my cock like a good fucking wife,” Christopher growls as he pulls my head back by my hair, he’s standing behind me, his legs spread and thick quads contracting with every pump.

I clench as my body ripples around his large erection.

Holy fuck…

The honeymoon of all honeymoons.

I have well and truly been broken in.

We’ve been fucking for hours…days.

His hands tighten on my hair as he pulls my head back so that my eyes meet his. “I’m going to blow in your mouth, Mrs. Miles.”

I smile up at him and lick my lips.

Please.

We walk up the gangplank hand in hand, “Good afternoon Mr and Mrs Miles.” The captain smiles. The staff are lined up in their white and navy uniforms to greet us and I can’t help but get a sense of de-ja-vu. It doesn’t seem that long ago that we were working in a place just like this.

We are boarding Christophers super Yacht and every single time we do it, it just seems so crazy and surreal.

It’s like we have two different lives, the family farm in London with Eddie and then when Eddie stays with my parents, we live a life of the rich and famous.

Yachts and private planes, black tie balls and exotic people and places.

We are in St Tropez in the south of France, we flew over in the private jet and now have a week on the yacht.

Crazy…even to me.

We board and walk into the most beautiful yacht I have ever seen; I take the stairs to our bedroom and look around, through the huge glass windows, I stare out over the view of the marina and Christophers hands snake around me from behind, “Finally…. we’re here.” He whispers against my cheek. “Let’s get busy.” His erection digs into my hip.

“We are not getting busy; they’re going to be here soon.”

“They’ll be hours, they’re always late.”

A shell horn sounds and we glance up and Basil, Bernadette, Bodie and Kimberly are coming up the boardwalk dressed in full cabaret fancy dress, laughing loudly as they chat.

“Fuck me dead.” Christopher whispers.

I burst out laughing, the best part about our extravagant holidays is that we get to bring our friends.

Three years later.

I stare at the little girl wrapped tightly in her pink blanket, the perfect blend of Christopher and me.

Evelyn Grace Miles, one week old, and today we get to take her home.

I glance at my watch. “Where are they?”

Christopher and Eddie are coming to pick us up but are running late and I have no idea what they are doing.

So much has changed in our life.

Eddie is now legally our son; we adopted him eighteen months ago and go to Spain for vacation every year. We’re hoping to buy a holiday house over there as soon as we get the time to look for one.

As much as we love our time in Spain, Eddie is always the one who is most eager to get back to our farm in the UK. He is totally obsessed with it and says that it’s where we belong. He’s become quite the competent little farmer.

My mom and dad live in the bottom house of our farm for a few months of the year. One day we hope to get a caretaker to live in one of the houses so that we can go away more often. At the moment we are pretty tied here. I have a herd of the most beautiful cattle in all of the land and my own animal husbandry business. I have two full-time staff to help me with it. I think Eddie is sweet on Melissa, who is one of our trainees. She’s a year older than him but they get on well and hang out together. Christopher is watching them like a hawk and has warned Eddie not to touch her or he’s dead.


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