I shake my head, the answer obvious.
Signaling to our waitress, she asks us what we need so sweetly, clueless of the weight of gravity surrounding this patch of the diner.
“Boxes to go. I’ll need a check, too.” His voice comes out rough before he remembers to thank her.
“Wait—” Sputtering at his demands, I blush beneath the woman’s gaze. “Dad said I should try the pie…”
He’s too busy fishing out his wallet. “Tell her what kind you want to try. We’ll take it in a container.”
The urgency in his voice sends tingles through my stomach. Only able to imagine one reason why he’d want to get out of here in such a rush, I choose to play along.
I’ve confessed my feelings. Now, it’s all about waiting to see if he’ll fully return them. From the way he’s looking at me, I can only hope I can handle whatever feelings he’ll have to confess himself.
9
Cyrus
The moment I get Millie inside, I realize I’ve lost this battle. I can’t keep fighting myself.
As soon as the wordgirlfriendslipped past those lips, I’d made up my mind. Whatever it takes, this woman is going to stay by my side. Even if it takes convincing her father for the rest of our days to accept us, I need to make something happen.
To hell with the girlfriend title. Why not save time and just put a ring on her finger?
I don’t think I can wait that long for Jerry to give us his blessing. I’ll have a head of gray hair by then.
As soon as I’m shoving the containers in the fridge, Millie is filling the home with her laugh as I scoop her up. Making sure not to risk ruining her dress, I have to step out of Meatball’s tripping zone to get her to my room before I completely lose my mind.
She makes it hard, leaning up to kiss my cheek, then my jaw. Those little peppered kisses are going to be the death of me.
“Such a tease, you know that?” Groaning the words, the metal teeth of my zipper dig into my erection, begging me to hurry and seek relief.
“Says the man who’s yet to go all the way. Nowthat’sthe real tease.” Murmuring the words against my jaw, her fingers start plucking at my shirt. More demanding than usual, I can bet that confessing her feelings was a big confidence booster.
Knowing damn well that I’ve left her pleased every time we’ve fooled around, I finally reach my room. During her entire stay, this is the one place I’ve yet to do anything in. All because I knew the moment I saw her spread out on my sheets, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back. Now, I don’t have a reason to.
“Let’s change that then.” Dropping her onto the bed, I watch her clutch the blanket immediately. “Instead of stopping at just one release, I’ll go until you can’t even use your legs. At that point, I’ll just have to carry you around, won’t I?”
The little minx bites her bottom lip and smiles, as if she’s excited. Makes me want to kick myself for waiting as long as I have.
Flipping up the bottom half of her dress, I’m not even surprised by the damp strip coating her underwear. Not with the way she was squirming at the diner. Seeing her seek friction like that only made me want to pull her onto my lap so she could use my jeans instead of those leather seats.
God, I really am shameless, aren’t I?
“Show me those breasts, angel.” Dipping my thumbs into her underwear, I drag them down her thighs. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t put on a bra.”
That’s punishable enough for me for taking her somewhere that she’d know other men could see her, choosing not to wearone. We’re lucky she distracted me well enough with wanting to stay at the ranch. For wanting to be mine.
Millie can’t help the breathy laugh that leaves her as she pushes the top of her dress down far enough to free her chest. Two hills big enough to fit the palm of my hands point at me with flushed, hardened nipples. Giving a small arch to her back, her fingers ghost over those peaks before she pinches them.
A real fucking tease, she is. It’s a shame I can only get my mouth on one part of her at a time. With the glossy sheen to her pussy lips, the draw between her legs is far more tempting than her chest.
Pulling back, I have to finish the last few buttons she couldn’t get to before I shrug off my shirt. The undershirt is next to go before I’m gripping the leather belt wrapped around my hips.
“Let’s keep the dress on. I like it.” The loose fabric is barely getting in the way of revealing all of her flushed bits. “If I ruin it, then I’ll buy you another one.”
Buckle snapping against my wrist, the sting is hardly registered before I’m finally seeking out a little relief by unbuttoning my jeans.
“Cyrus…” Whining my name out of impatience, her eyes pinch shut, and her limbs twitch. “I need you.”
