Page 14 of Riding Dirty
“That’s an even better reason to tell your dad. You love your parents, right?”
She nods and wipes away more tears.
“Then they need to know what you’re doing, even if it’s hard for them to understand.”
She nods and hugs Millie before heading out the front door. I wish I had better advice for her, something she could hold on to. I want to help her navigate away from Romeo, but I’m not sure who I am to say shit on the matter. Most people will pass judgment toward Millie and I. Every person who’s seen us together reminds me that she’s too young for me.
I get it, world! This whole thing is fucked up. I shouldn’t touch her at all. I shouldn’t want her. I shouldn’t be thinking such perfect, filthy thoughts. I can’t stop myself, and I know if anyone tried to keep her away from me, they’d be cold minutes later.
Piper closes the front door and I send a quick text to Levi letting him know she’s on her way back, before I reach my arms out for Millie.
“How are you, little one? I’ve been waiting to get you alone again all day.”
She sighs and rolls into my arms holding me against her small frame. “You had a delivery while you were gone.”
My brows crinkle. “What kind of delivery?”
“The doors for the lodge. I had the guy set them out back next to your barn. I hope that’s okay. They’re gorgeous.”
“Fucking hell. They weren’t supposed to be done for another three weeks.” I peek out the back window and see two glass doors with an intricate wood arch and wrought iron handle. “What the hell? Did they say how they managed to get this done so fast?”
“The man apologized for the company and said they made a mistake. Your order wasn’t lost in production. It was lost in shipping.”
Considering nothing has gone right in years, it’s hard to believe everything is coming up roses all at once. The doors will be installed on time, the guys won’t be on my ass, and by chance, a girl I picked up on the side of the road is the love I never thought was coming.
Millie stands before me and swallows hard. “I don’t know what’s going on here, Gunner, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”
A barrage of thoughts race through my head… all of them words I’d like to say.I love you. I can’t stop thinking about you. Take off your clothes and let me stare…but nothing comes out.
“Oh God.” She steps back. “I’m sorry. I got caught up in the whole‘little one… stay and have dinner alone with me’thing. You’re probably being nice to an idiot. I’ll get out of—”
“You’re not going anywhere.” I grip her hips and pull her close again. “I’m going to say things but they’re not going to make sense, okay? I also have a question to ask.”
She nods and waits with bated breath.
“San Diego. Why were you going?”
“There’s no San Diego, Gunner.” She blows out a heavy breath. “I was just going to drive until my life made sense again.”
A wave of relief washes over me. “Does it make sense now?”
She tips up onto her toes and kisses my lips. “Is it wrong if I say yes?”
My entire body vibrates with something new. Electricity. Anticipation. Need. “You’re young, and you should explore your life before settling down with me. I have no right to tell you I love you. I have no right to be hard as a fucking rock every time I look at you. I have no right to tell you to get on your knees and suck my cock the way you did last night. I have no right at all, little one, but here I am, desperate to love you, desperate to give you my come, desperate to make you mine. So, there is no right answer. Just tell me how you feel.”
She stares toward me panting, her soft pink lips pouted, her pale cheeks red. Slowly, her fingertips lift her t-shirt off, before unfastening her shorts and allowing the fabrics to pool at the floor.
My eyes follow the line of her curved frame to the ground and up again as my cock presses at the heavy seam of my jeans.
She’s fucking perfection, every curved inch of her. Thick thighs, thick waist, big, heavy breasts, a thick-lipped pussy that’s red and swollen. I know I’ve invited her to her knees, but the sight of her body has me dropping to mine.
I grip her ass in my hands and kiss her stomach, then her mound, massaging my tongue through the slick seam of her pussy as her fingertips weave through my hair.
She’s sweet and with every tiny movement of her hips, I’m in heaven. I suck her clit into my mouth and release the pressure. My beard scrapes against her thighs and my nose rubs against her seam.
“My good little virgin. You’re all for me.” I pant into her core and scoop my hands against her ass as my tongue probes and burrows into her tight little pussy.
She’s soaking wet and her hips grind into my face as though need has taken over. “Fuck me, Gunner. Please! All I want is your cock. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” As much as I want to sink into her tightness, I can’t stop eating her. I lick, flick, and suck her clit.