Millie's Second Chance (27 page)

“Oh, Anthony, please, I can’t take it I need more.”

“I know exactly what you need, baby. Your pussy’s so tight and needy right now, isn’t it?”

She nodded her head then turned it side to side. She couldn’t take how hot and aroused she was. His thick, hard cock was in her ass, her thighs stretched over his thighs and her nipples taut and needy. Just one touch to her pussy, just one finger or stroke of something…

“Please, Anthony, touch me, please,” she begged, and he thrust his cock into her ass again and again in slow, torturous strokes. He pressed a thumb to her clit and she shook.

“Oh God, more. More, damn you!” she yelled, and he chuckled then pressed a digit up into her pussy. In and out he alternated thrusting into her ass and adding a second digit to her pussy, thrusting his fingers up into her. She tightened up like a spring.
Just a few more strokes.

“What the hell is all that yelling about?”

Millie opened her eyes to find Hank and Marco standing in the doorway. Hank approached the bed and Anthony rocked his hips into her.

“Just proving a point.” Anthony continued to stroke her and fuck her in the ass while his brothers watched.

“Oh,” she moaned, not caring about anything but finding her release.

The thought that Hank and Marco watched her right now was just what she needed. She rocked her hips and Anthony called her name as they both exploded together.

As she tried to catch her breath, she opened her eyes to see Hank completely naked, and Anthony pinched a nipple again.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” he replied then slowly pulled from her. He got up off the bed, and then lifted her up. He passed her to Hank then caressed a hand over her ass cheek.

“Later, sweetness.”

She smiled.

“What was it he was proving?” Hank asked as he carried her toward the bathroom.

“How bossy he thinks he can be!” she yelled over Hank’s shoulder and Anthony pointed at her in warning. She giggled against Hank’s shoulder, feeling so carefree and alive.

* * * *

Dalton was in the kitchen looking out the window and toward the fields that surrounded their home.

“Hey, whatcha doing down here all alone?” Anthony asked as he entered the kitchen wearing only his jeans.

Dalton glanced at him then turned back.

“Not much. Just thinking.”

“I’m going to take a quick shower then start dinner.” Anthony grabbed his phone from the counter and looked at his messages.

“Shit.” He ran his hand through his hair. Dalton watched him. His brother more than likely got the text message from Marco with Frank’s mug on it. Jeremy was right. The guy was good looking and appeared charming and everything a woman would want. Perfection, actually.

“Marco wanted us to know what the asshole looks like,” Dalton stated.

“I wasn’t expecting this,” Anthony replied, and Dalton wondered if he wasn’t the only one feeling strange.

“He’s good looking, as Jeremy described after looking at his picture.”

“He is. I expected a monster. I guess this is why he’s gotten away with his crimes. It’s how he manipulated the doctor to help get him released.”

“Millie’s a beautiful woman. Her skin is soft and feminine. Her dark blue eyes give away her emotions and it’s fun to watch,” Dalton said as he continued to look out the window.

“Why are you holding back from her?”

“What?”

“She’ll love you, scars and all, Dalton,” Anthony offered, but Dalton didn’t want to hear it. He was scared that she would see his war scars and be disgusted. It’s why he wore the shirt. His brothers were perfect, even the fucking psycho ex-boyfriend was perfect, but not Dalton.

“Give her some credit, Dalton. She’s not superficial. She’s sweet, she’s empathetic, and she already loves you despite you hiding part of yourself from her.”

“I never felt like this about anyone before,” Dalton admitted.

Anthony chuckled. “Join the fucking club.”

Dalton looked at him and Anthony smiled.

“She’ll love you no matter what. It’s just the way Millie is. I’m going to take that shower now so I can start supper. Do me a favor and tell Jeremy to get his ass out of the shower and help me.”

Dalton pushed away from the counter and went in search of Jeremy with a still very heavy heart.

* * * *

Millie kissed Hank’s skin as the water from the shower flowed over and between their bodies. She kissed his arm muscles then took in the sight of his tattoo. Placing her finger over the bright colors, she asked him about it.

“So you were in the army, too?”

“I was and so were Marco and Dalton.”

“Where is Marco?” she asked.

“Showering then probably waiting on Anthony’s bed for us to return there,” he teased as he cupped her breasts, massaging them then squeezing then together.

“What’s this tattoo all about? I noticed part of one on Dalton’s arm, but his shirt covered it.” An uneasy feeling filled her belly. Why was Dalton hiding from her?

Hank sighed. “His is different. Don’t worry, honey, he’ll come around. He loves you but he has difficulty letting his emotions show and baring everything to the world. I’m sure if you ask him to see his tattoo he’ll show you.”

“I guess so.” She picked up the soap and began to lather it in her hands before caressing it over Hank’s skin.

“So explain the tattoo,” she whispered, absorbing the feel of muscle beneath her fingertips and how his cock tapped against her belly and chest. He was way taller than her. They all were.

“I chose it in memory of my fallen soldiers and, of course, out of respect for our country.”

“I see that. The American flag and the word
army
over it. It’s really nice,” she told him as she absorbed the rest of the tattoo. In front of the American flag and word
ARMY
were a pair of empty combat boots with a large gun sitting straight up in one of them and an empty helmet laying over the top of the gun. Along with that was a pair of dog tags. She swallowed hard, thinking how dangerous of a job he had and how lucky she was that he and his brothers survived.

Suddenly overwhelmed with emotions, she hugged his arm to her chest and kissed his shoulder.

A strong, solid arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in front of him.

“Aww, baby, come here,” he whispered then leaned down to cover her mouth with his. He kissed her deeply as he caressed along her body, lifting her so that she straddled his waist.

He pulled his lips from hers and touched foreheads.

“You’re a dream come true, Millie.” He trailed his hand between them and over her belly to her pussy. He pressed a finger up into her pussy, making her moan then thrust her hips against his hand. He pumped into her and she felt his cock tap underneath her.

“Please, Hank, make love to me.”

He smiled then kissed her chin. “You don’t have to beg, baby. I want you, too.”

He removed his fingers, grabbed hold of his penis, and lined up the tip with her opening. She held on to him and slowly he pushed between her folds.

“Ahhh, like heaven,” he whispered then stroked against her, thrusting his hips down and up as she stretched back against the wall.

She held on to his shoulders, nibbling and biting his skin harder with every stroke of his cock.

“So good and so tight,” he grunted then increased his speed. “I love you, Millie. I love you so damn much,” he confessed, and she moaned again as her muscles tightened.

“I love you, too.” Then they both exploded together. He rocked his hips a few more times then covered her mouth, kissing her deeply.

They remained there, connected so intimately for a few more minutes until the water began to turn cold.

* * * *

Hank stepped out of the shower and saw Marco standing there naked.

“The water’s gone cold,” he told him as he wrapped a towel around himself. Marco smiled just as Millie began to step out.

“Stay in there, sweetness. I’m next,” he told her, and she placed her hands on her hips.

“It’s kind of cold.”

“I’m on fucking fire waiting out here listening to my brother make love to you in there. Get back in.” She stepped back into the shower. Hank laughed as Marco stepped around him.

Marco placed Millie under the cold spray of water. She shivered then grabbed on to him, trying to find warmth in his embrace.

“Don’t worry, baby, you won’t feel so cold in a second.” He lowered to the shower floor and lifted one of her legs. He placed it on his knee and opened her to his viewing. “Fuck, baby, your pussy looks so good. I thought about eating your cream all day.” She moaned then placed her hands palm down against the wall of the shower, giving his mouth full access to her cunt.

A swipe of his tongue and Millie was shaking.

“See, baby, not so cold now, huh?” he asked, and she shook her head. He licked across her pussy lips then pressed his tongue between the folds. Instantly, Millie was grabbing his head, running her fingers through his hair, and then caressed his shoulder. He nipped her lightly, surprising her.

“Be a good girl and lean back so I can get me a nice, long taste of what’s mine.” She did as she was told. She leaned back but moved her hips forward. He took a moment to press a finger up into her, making her immediately ride his digit.

“That’s it, baby. So wet and needy for cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes, oh please, Marco, please.”

Marco chuckled then pulled his finger from her folds. She lost her balance and he caught her by her hips.

“Time to fulfill one of my fantasies, sweetness.”

He turned her around, placed her hands palm up against the wall, then pulled her hips back a little so she was bent over. Millie gasped and he used his thigh to spread her thighs then lined his cock up to her pussy from behind.

“I love this ass. Tonight, I’m going to fuck it.”

He thrust into her in one smooth stroke and Millie moaned. In and out he stroked his cock between her tight vaginal muscles, loving the feel of them gripping him. It was pure torture and he was so incredibly aroused and needy for her just as his brothers were. He didn’t want to think about the danger she was in. It made him angry and possessive. As the thoughts filled his mind he increased his thrusts, grabbed her hips, and plunged into her repeatedly until he could no longer take the exquisite tightness.

“Fuck, baby, I love you. I love you,” he blurted out, and Millie said something. He thought she said “I love you, too,” but his ears were ringing. He felt deaf as he wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned against her and the wall. His breathing calmed as he caressed her body, slowly pulling apart from her. Her cheek was pressed against the wall of the shower, her eyes closed.

“I can’t move. My legs feel like jelly,” Millie stated.

Marco chuckled.

“I’ll take care of you, sweetness. Come here.”

He turned her around and hugged her to him. The water was really cold now, practically ice cold, and she began to shiver.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, turning off the water.

“Good idea,” she replied, teeth chattering. He quickly wrapped her in a towel and carried out to the bedroom.

* * * *

Millie was so tired she was practically falling asleep at the kitchen table. Her men took complete advantage of her condition and explained the schedule for the next week in regards to her protection, where she could go, and who would be watching over her. She took a deep breath as they began to clear the table of the wonderfully cooked meal by Anthony. The chicken was tender and the corn sweet and she complimented him on a job well done. Meanwhile, she glanced at Dalton, who looked so sad and angry it bothered her. Why was he keeping his distance? He was the only one to not make love to her today and she needed him. It was odd, but even though she made love with Anthony, Jeremy, Hank, and Marco, she felt incomplete not having Dalton. That fact sure did freak her out. Instead of focusing on that, she figured they had spoken enough and it was time to stand her ground on some changes to their well thought out schedule.

She dabbed her mouth with her napkin and pushed slowly away from the table. She stood up on shaky, tired legs and began to carry her plate to the sink when Hank took it from her.

“Sit down, baby. You look like you’re about to fall over.”

She released an annoyed sigh as he took the dish from her and Dalton pulled out a chair for her to sit.

“I’m fine. In regards to this little schedule you all came up with, there are some much-needed changes.” That statement seemed to get their attention as all action stopped and the room fell silent.

Dalton had his arms crossed in front of his chest as he leaned against the counter. The others just looked ready as if they expected her challenge. Good. Maybe they didn’t think she was such a pushover after all.

“Tomorrow morning I will not be leaving with Jeremy and Anthony for the Triple C. Hank and Dalton will be giving me a ride to the dojo for my training session. Also, I will need to be at the shelter for the day, helping out some of the new women and finishing decorating the rec center. One of you can pick me up at seven if you think it’s necessary and you’re unwilling to let me drive, that is. Then the following week—” She stopped midsentence as Dalton stalked toward her. The look in his eyes did wonders to her insides. He was not a man to reckon with and she knew it, but she wouldn’t back down. It’s not like she was telling anyone to not protect her, it was just that she still needed to work, to train so she felt confident and had some control.