13. Mylo

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MYLO

I just wanted to make things right with Holden—nothing more. I walked over to his office, cookies in hand, rehearsing my apology the whole way there. It was supposed to be simple. Just a little peace offering to smooth things over. After all, I owed him that much after everything I'd said when I got majorly wasted. But as I stood there in his office, the cookies still warm in my hands and my nerves getting the best of me, my stomach flipped in ways that said my breakfast was threatening to make an appearance.

What if this made things worse?

I'd walked into that room with my heart still pounding. I had no idea why I was so nervous—this was just an apology. Maybe it was because this was Holden. He was an alpha, he was my boss, and oh yeah—someone who could rip this new life I'd somehow stumbled into, and definitely didn't want to lose, away with two words: You're fired.

So I definitely hadn't seen any of this coming. The kiss… and more!

But deep down, I'd hoped.

The world tilted beneath me as he kissed me, the heat of his body pressed between my legs where he had me balanced on the desk. It was all so much—too much—and somehow not enough. His hands roamed up my back, fingers pressing into my skin like he was scared I'd disappear if he let go.

I wasn't sure who was making all the little sounds—him or me—but it didn't matter. All that mattered was him, here, now.

I couldn't believe it. After all the hot-and-cold, after the way he kept pulling away like he couldn't stand to be near me, we were finally here. And he was kissing me like his life depended on it.

And maybe mine did too—or at least the part that hoped for more than just surviving.

My hands were lost in his hair—that thick, wild hair that always looked perfectly styled. I'd wondered what it would feel like, and now I knew—soft, but not too soft, and something I could hold onto when my world felt like it was spinning. I tugged a little, and the growl that rumbled out of him was enough to send a shiver straight down my spine.

"Holden," I whispered against his mouth, feeling the heat of his breath mingle with mine.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and filled with something I couldn't quite name. "What is it?" His voice was hoarse, the words catching like they didn't quite want to come out.

I swallowed, feeling my heart pound in my chest, and tried to get my bearings. "I still don't understand... all this time, you kept pushing me away, like I was some kind of?—"

"Mistake?" His voice cracked, and something raw flashed across his eyes before he closed them, exhaling hard. "You have no idea how hard I've tried to do the right thing, Mylo. I didn't want you hurt because of me."

"I don't need protecting," I said, sharper than I meant to, but damn it, he needed to hear it. I wasn't fragile—not in the way he thought, at least. Sure, I'd been through some stuff, and maybe I had scars from it. But that didn't mean I couldn't decide what I wanted for myself. "I'm not some kid who needs saving."

Holden's eyes snapped open, and for a heartbeat, I thought I'd ruined the moment, said too much. But then, he smiled—this slow, almost reverent smile that made my stomach flip. He leaned in, forehead pressing against mine, his breath ghosting over my lips.

"I know, but that doesn't mean you don't need to be protected," he whispered, his voice cracking just enough that I could feel how real this was for him. "But it's not just that, Mylo. You're not like anyone I've ever known. You make me want things I'm not sure I deserve."

I blinked, my heart stuttering in my chest, and suddenly everything felt too raw—like he was peeling me open and showing me something too vulnerable.

"You deserve whatever you want, Holden. You're a good guy... better than most."

He pulled back, looking at me like he wasn't quite sure if he believed me. I took a deep breath, deciding that maybe I needed to be the brave one here. I cupped his face, brushing my thumb over the scruff of his jaw.

"You want me, right? Because... I want you too."

There. I'd said it.

Holden closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath before opening them again, and when he did, there was nothing held back in those beautiful brown depths.

"Yeah," he said, voice barely a rasp. "I want you. More than anything."

And then his lips were back on mine, gentler this time, like he was savoring me instead of devouring me. It felt like something clicked into place, something I hadn't even realized was broken. His fingers slipped under my shirt, and as I felt his hand against my skin, I leaned into him, letting the world slip away. His lips moved against mine—slow and sweet—while his hands slipped under my thighs to pull me even closer. I let out a soft sound, my body melting into his.

My clothes came off quickly, and I was lifted onto his large desk. The desk was solid beneath me, cool against the backs of my legs as Holden settled me there, and for a moment, I almost forgot how to breathe. Everything about him was overwhelming—his touch, his presence, the intensity in his eyes—but in the best possible way. His large, warm hands cradled my face, and the way he looked at me... it was like I was something precious, something he was afraid to break.

The gentleness took me by surprise. Holden wasn't what I'd call gentle—not in the way he walked, not in the way he spoke. But now, with me, every touch felt careful, like he was scared I'd vanish if he wasn't cautious enough. His thumbs traced my cheekbones, brushing over my skin in the lightest way, and warmth spread through my chest.

"You okay?" he asked, voice low, the words rumbling out of him. He was so close, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. The vulnerability in his voice caught me off guard. For a second, he looked like he wasn't sure if I wanted this—if I wanted him .

"Yeah," I whispered, nodding as my hands rested on his chest. "More than okay."

His lips curved into the smallest smile—a smile I could feel against my own mouth as he leaned in to kiss me again. It wasn't desperate like before. This kiss was slow, deliberate, like he wanted me to understand how much this meant to him. And I did. With every careful tilt of his head, every gentle caress of his lips, I felt it—the unspoken promise that this was real, that he wanted this as much as I did.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and he let out a low, satisfied hum. His hands slid down to my waist, his touch grounding me in the moment. He pulled me to the edge of the desk, and I felt his warm breath against my neck, steady and reassuring. He made me feel safe—grounded—like no matter what happened, he had me.

"Holden," I breathed, arching into his touch.

He chuckled low in his throat before sliding a finger inside me—slowly, surely—pressing into my tight channel. I cried out with each entry, every movement sending shockwaves from my toes to the crown of my head. He held my gaze as he worked his thick fingers deeper, and I couldn't help but moan as he found the spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.

I bit my lip, panting as he curled his fingers, brushing against that bundle of nerves. My body tightened around him, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. He smiled—not smug, just pleased, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

"Holden," I gasped, my voice thick with need. "Please..."

He withdrew his fingers slowly, licking them clean one by one. Then he leaned down, brushing those same fingers against my lips. I opened for him without hesitation, tasting myself as his tongue slipped inside.

Oh fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing.

He smirked, stepping back from the desk and stripping off his clothes with quick efficiency. He was beautiful—all hard lines and muscle. His cock stood tall and ready, and I couldn't help but stare as he returned, climbing over me until we were chest to chest.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against my lips before kissing me again. His hands roamed up my legs, caressing gently before pushing them open wider to fit between them.

I gasped as the head of his cock nudged my entrance, and then, finally, he slid inside me—filling me completely.

His lips found my neck, and my eyes closed, a shiver running through me. I let my head fall back, giving him more room, and he took it, kissing a path down my throat, each kiss making me feel more cherished than the last. It was like he was memorizing me, taking his time to show how much he cared—like I was something that mattered.

His kisses trailed down my collarbone, his stubble scraping gently along my skin. He thrust deeper with every movement, his muscles flexing as his skin slid against mine. The friction sent sparks through me, making me arch and cry out with pleasure.

He groaned into my neck, the vibrations sending more shivers down my spine.

His cock slid into me, stretching me in all the best ways. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, and with every thrust, I moaned louder, my body begging for more.

The scent of sex thickened the air, mingling with the smell of his aftershave and something so uniquely Holden—something that made me want to taste every inch of him.

His mouth found mine, and his hands slid up my back, the sensation making me tremble. He held me like I was fragile, like he never wanted to hurt me—even as his cock split me open in the most delicious way. And it was strange, but it made me want to cry. Not from sadness—far from it—but because I hadn't realized how much I needed this. How much I needed someone to look at me the way Holden did.

Like I mattered.

I let out a shaky breath, my hands tightening on his shoulders.

"Holden," I whispered.

He kissed me as I wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him closer. My nails dug into his skin, and our breath mingled as I panted his name. My body trembled beneath him, my walls grasping at his cock, pulling him deeper. He groaned into my mouth, our hips moving together in perfect rhythm.

I wanted to remember this moment forever—every kiss, every touch. His mouth left a trail of kisses down my neck, making me shudder.

He thrust harder, hitting that perfect spot inside me, and we both cried out. His grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts relentless as the sound of our bodies echoed in the room.

"So close. So good," I panted, my heart pounding in time with every thrust. My world narrowed to nothing but Holden—the feel of him inside me, above me.

He pulled back slightly, meeting my gaze. His eyes were steady, filled with concern, desire, and something deeper—something real.

"I'm here," he whispered, his forehead resting against mine, his voice soft and steady. "I've got you, Mylo. Always."

Something in me relaxed at that—like it was what I'd been waiting to hear.

And for the first time in a long time, I believed it.

I believed someone wanted me. That someone would stay.

Maybe I was a little drunk on the feeling, but I didn't care. I leaned in, cupping his face, and kissed him—pouring every bit of what I felt into that kiss.

He made me feel safe, wanted, cared for. And I wanted him to know how much that meant.

I arched my back with a moan, my fingers sinking into Holden's shoulders, gripping like my life depended on it. Every time our hips slid together, that sweet friction set me on fire, sending waves of heat rippling through my body until I could barely breathe. My skin felt tight, every nerve alive and thrumming with want, as if I might shatter from the force of it.

Holden's hands dug into my hips, rough and possessive, his breath hot against my neck as he moved deeper, faster, with a rhythm that made me see stars.

Each thrust hit that spot inside me—the one that narrowed the world down to just him, just us. Sweat slicked between our bodies, skin gliding against skin, hot and desperate. The sound of it—the slap of our hips, the heavy breaths, the groans—filled the space around us, thick and electric, like even the air was in on it.

"Fuck," I gasped, my head falling back as he bottomed out, pleasure coursing through me in waves that left me clinging to him like a lifeline. I couldn't think—didn't want to think. I just needed to feel him everywhere, all at once, as if maybe that would be enough to hold me together.

His scent, the taste of salt on his skin where my mouth found him, left me dizzy. My lips moved along his shoulder, across the curve of his neck, not so much kissing as clinging—anchoring myself to him, needing more, always more. And God, the way he filled me, like he belonged there, like this was the only thing that had ever made sense.

I wrapped my legs tighter around him, the desk biting into my back, but I didn't care. I welcomed it, needed the bite of discomfort to keep me grounded. My nails scraped down his back, leaving thin lines behind, desperate to mark this moment, to make it real.

The heat between us built, like it was too big, too wild to contain. My breath hitched, turning into broken sounds I couldn't hold back. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, my body bowing beneath him, chasing that high like I might never come down.

His hand shifted, gripping my hip tighter, like he couldn't get close enough. And I felt it then—the way my body opened up to him, not just physically but deeper, in ways that scared me, made me feel raw and exposed. But I didn't pull away. I couldn't. He had me, and that was all there was.

The pace turned frantic, our movements losing rhythm but gaining urgency, like we were running out of time. My moans grew louder, sharp and breathless, bouncing off the walls, filling the room until there was nothing left but us—our bodies moving, crashing together, over and over.

I was so close it hurt, every muscle tensed, every nerve stretched thin. My fingers clutched at him, desperate, as if holding tighter might stop everything from slipping away. He thrust deeper, hitting that spot again, and a white-hot burst of pleasure ripped through me, leaving me trembling beneath him.

"Please," I whispered, not even sure what I was asking for—just that I needed it, needed him, needed this moment to never end.

The pressure built, a tidal wave rising higher and higher, and I teetered on the edge, every nerve alive, every part of me locked into this moment. His body pressed down into mine, sweat-slick and solid, his breath warm against my neck. I arched into him, gasping, surrendering completely.

And when I fell, I fell hard—every part of me unraveling, shaking apart beneath him. The world blurred, pleasure crashing over me in waves that left me weightless and lost, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground.

And maybe he was.

He kept thrusting until he came deep inside me.

I felt cherished . That was the only word I could think of to describe it. Cherished and loved, like I finally belonged somewhere. Like I had a home. And as Holden kissed me, his touch gentle, I knew I'd never felt anything like this before.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard as the moment stretched between us. Then he smiled—a real smile—that made my chest feel like it might burst. He brushed his thumb over my cheek, his gaze soft, searching mine.

"You're everything," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

I felt my heart catch at the raw sincerity in his voice. My breath hitched, and I nodded, my hands tightening around his shoulders.

"So are you," I whispered back, my voice trembling slightly. And in that moment, I knew it was true. No matter what happened next, Holden was everything. And I hoped I was his too.

He pulled away just enough to catch his breath, his forehead still resting against mine.

"Mylo… I have to leave for a couple of weeks. Work."

I blinked, trying to make sense of his words through the haze of heat and satisfaction. "What? When?"

"Tomorrow." He swallowed, his eyes searching mine, like he was trying to gauge my reaction. "I didn't want you to think this had anything to do with... with us. I'm happy this happened. More than happy."

Something inside me twisted—a mix of relief and disappointment. I nodded, brushing my fingers over the back of his neck.

"Okay," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "But just so you know, when you come back... we're picking this up right where we left off."

A smile tugged at his lips, and he nodded, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my forehead.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"How about you stay the night with me till I leave?"

I wasn't sure there were any better words I'd ever heard in my whole life.