Billion Dollar Milkmaid: The Complete Series (15 page)

Amy was starting to ramble. She suddenly wanted to leave. She’d said all she could; it was over. Or, it would have been over had Anna Belle not chosen that moment to throw open the door to Jack’s bedroom.

When they made eye contact, Anna Belle’s face twisted and turned red. She made a sound of disgust and flew at Amy.

Amy didn’t think she just reacted. She raised her fist and smashed it into Anna Belle’s nose, dropping her to the ground.

Jack rose and began to go to Anna Belle’s aid, when he caught Amy’s eye he stopped. He considered for a moment then said, “Go.” His voice was barely a whisper.

Amy was sorry it had come to this, though a part of her was thrilled to give Anna Belle what was coming to her.

“Jack!” Anna Belle screamed in a nasally voice, “Don’t let her get away.”

Ignoring her, Jack gestured for Amy to go. She walked out of the room and never looked back.

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“I saw your bride-to-be,” Amy said jokingly as she strolled into Patrick’s office. She looked around quickly, leery of any figures lurking in the shadows. Fortunately it was day and the room’s ominous quality was washed out by sunlight.

“Oh?” Patrick had been engrossed by a financial report he was reading, but at the mention of ‘bride’ he looked up. “Are you okay?” He looked her over as if he was searching for battle scars.

“Fine. I don’t think she’ll be bothering us for a while.”

“No. Anna Belle’s not nearly as cunning as her father. Hunter was the real problem.”

“What about Jack?”

Amy immediately regretted asking. Oddly, she didn’t feel guilty about her sexual encounter with Jack, but she didn’t want to talk about it either. That chapter in her life was closed, for good, she hoped.

Patrick watched her closely. Amy had a hard time keeping a secret and Patrick knew her well. She wondered if he guessed what she’d done. With time she was sure she could make him understand her need for closure with Jack but Patrick was prone to jealousy. It would be a slow road to acceptance. For now they had bigger problems.

“He’s just sent over the paperwork,” Patrick said.

“And? What does it say?”

“He’s going to help us climb out of debt- give us enough capital to keep operating until we get back on our feet. He’s also left me in charge.” Patrick swallowed hard as if it pained him to admit this.

“That’s good, right?” It sounded like the best possible solution. Jack wasn’t going to dismantle the company. Everyone they employed would keep their job and Patrick would keep his family’s business.

“Yes.” Patrick said flatly, then returned to his paperwork.

“I don’t understand. Why aren’t you happy?”

“After everything we’ve been through? Everything you’ve had to do? Yes it appears that everything will work out, but at what cost? Meeting me was the worst thing that could have happened to you.”

“Patrick… I’ve never been happier in my life than when I’m with you.” Amy felt embarrassed by the confession. “We’ve both done a lot of things…” Her face grew red. “We just have to accept it and move on together. We can’t build a life on a rocky foundation filled with doubt and suspicions. You do still want to have a life with me?”

“Of course, I just…”

Patrick moved around the front of his desk, placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to him.

“You and me…” he began. He sighed and rested his forehead against hers. “This work-the company, the hard part starts now. As for us… you’ve been here for me again and again. It’s not fair to you.”

Amy couldn’t stand listening to Patrick speak this way. It sounded like he was about to break up with her.

“But things will get better now: Jack’s not his father; Anna Belle is a spoiled brat, but not a threat. Life will get a lot easier. I promise.” Amy was in no position to make promises. She had no idea what the future held, but it felt like the worst of their problems were behind them. “I can’t lose you now.” She hated the desperation in her voice.

“Hey.” Patrick lifted her chin so she would meet his eyes. “Who said anything about losing each other?”

“I just thought…”

Patrick kissed her. He wanted to stop her tears and take away all the painful experiences life had dealt her. His lips were soft, but firm. His hands held her face protectively. Amy leaned into him for support. It was nice to be able to count on someone to hold you.

When their lips parted Amy inhaled deeply. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath. The pain was still there, but its sharpness had dulled. Being close to Patrick felt transcendent.

He ran his fingers through her hair, twisting and coiling it before tucking it behind her ear. He traced the soft line of her jaw. His thumb passed over her mouth. It lingered there following the curve of her full lips.

Amy kissed his fingers sweetly. She took the tips of his index and middle fingers into her mouth and sucked gently.

Patrick’s eyes followed her closely; he licked his lips. Amy imagined she could hear his pulse quicken. The sight of him- his heat, his energy, it aroused her in ways she couldn’t explain.

A fierce desire overtook her. It made the hunger she felt for Jack seem inconsequential. She wanted to feel Patrick’s lips on her skin and his cock inside her; to feel his heat and taste his salty skin.

Their bodies met forcefully. Amy kissed him hard. She bit his lower lip and ran her tongue in and out of his mouth.

Patrick pushed her back towards a couch against the far wall. His hands moved over her quickly, first removing her clothes, then unhooking her bra and sliding her underwear off.

Amy had only managed to pull of Patrick’s coat and shirt before he had her on her back.

She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his hard chest. Amy unzipped his pants just as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Patrick kissed her neck.

Amy’s breasts ached, desperate to feel his touch.

Patrick positioned his hips between her legs and spread them apart. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh. The sensation was enthralling and maddening all at once. She wanted to push his head to her breasts and guide his cock inside her but her hands were still firmly pinned. She struggled against his grip impatiently.

Patrick smiled wickedly. He tauntingly ran his tongue over her nipple making it hard. Amy inhaled sharply. She pushed against him, grinding her body against his cock.

Patrick was stubborn. He pretended not to notice her advances. He liked to take her right to the edge of what she could endure then fuck her hard and fast. It made Amy wild.

Of course there was only so long Patrick could hold out before his desire for Amy betrayed his discipline and now that things had changed… Had they changed? she wondered. Yes, she was his now. The idea excited and scared the both of them. Amy was free from Hunter and Jack’s allure.

Amy found it amusing that Patrick pinned her arms down. Where was she going to go? In truth, she loved it. Her life felt chaotic and at times unmanageable. She wanted Patrick to tie her down, she needed it.

When his lips latched onto her nipple she squirmed with delight. He began to suck gently. The familiar sensation of warmth spread from her breasts down through her body.

His full lips latched onto her securely. Every once and a while his tongue would tickle her nipple sending waves of chills up and down her spine.

The milk flowed through her into Patrick’s mouth smoothly. As he finished with one breast and moved onto the other, she found herself wishing for the first time in her life, that her breasts produced more milk. She could lay around all day with Patrick at her breast.

He bit her nipple playfully, taking it between his teeth and pulling. Amy started laughing and couldn’t stop, it felt like being tickled.

Patrick released her hands and began kissing her breast sweetly. His soft hands kneaded her milky flesh slowly.

He sucked forcefully. Amy ran her hands through his hair and held him to her. She moaned as the pinching sensation on her nipple increased.

Her skin felt like it was on fire. Her hips moved involuntarily. She was wet and on the verge of coming when suddenly he was above her. His hard cock entered her sharply. He fucked her high and hard.

Amy dug her nails into his back as he crashed into her again and again. She climaxed and came long before he finished. His stamina was incredible.

She loved the feeling of his body on top of hers: the way his hot flesh warmed her skin; the sweetness she tasted on his lips and the saltiness of the sweat on his skin…

Patrick came inside her. He laid on top of her, breathing heavily. He pressed his forehead against hers and kissed her lips sweetly. His hot breath gave her the chills. He stared into her eyes and smiled, amused by some memory or quiet thought.

“What?” Amy asked.

Patrick took her hand and kissed her fingers. “I was just thinking of how strange it was- the way we met.”

Amy began to laugh. “Strange is one way of describing it.”

“It’s bizarre the path life takes you on. When you least expect it…” Patrick looked far away. “And now you’re mine.” He smiled and kissed the palm of her hand.

Amy sighed. For the first time in ages she felt truly relaxed. “Life has a way of giving you what you need.”

She ran her fingers through his hair and thought of everything they’d experienced. Suddenly she realized she’d been wrong in assuming they were at the end. This was the beginning- this was the life she’d fought for and almost lost.

Now as Patrick held her, her painful past receded from view. She felt as if she was drifting out to sea, a pleasant current taking her away. Amy didn’t know where this path would take her, but she could say with confidence that her life was finally beginning.

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