Millie's Second Chance (25 page)

Then she felt Anthony squeeze her waist. He began to turn her toward the house.

“I appreciate you coming by. We’ll talk more later.”

Anthony reached to shake the men’s hands, and as Marco escorted them to their trucks, Anthony walked her into the house.

She was feeling a bit on edge. She didn’t like being told what to do or patronized. She thought she was handling the situation pretty damn well. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t had any time alone to think about what Frank had done and the fact that he could very well be headed here. If she thought on that too much, she would begin to panic.

The moment Anthony had her inside the house, he pulled her into his arms again and hugged her to him. She was surprised.

“Damn, Millie, I was so concerned. I couldn’t wait to hold you in my arms, too…”

He spoke against her neck then chin before covering her mouth, unable to finish his sentence. He ravaged her as he lifted her by her thighs and pressed her against the wall. She kissed him back, wrapping her legs around his waist, running her fingers through his hair, and absorbing his take-charge attitude.

In some distant part of her mind, she thought she heard the door open then close. Then Anthony slowly pulled his lips from her mouth while he cupped her right breast with one hand, while his other hand held her under her left ass cheek and against the wall.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he told her, his brown eyes looking so damn dark they almost appeared black. He clenched his teeth. She could tell as his facial expression hardened. Millie caressed his shoulders and then his chest.

“You need to calm down,” she whispered.

He looked to the right, to where Marco stood with a similar expression.

“Calm down? How the hell could you ask me to calm down? I was worried sick about you. I can’t get the thoughts out of my head, Millie. He’s out there. He’s brutally murdered multiple people.”

“Put me down, Anthony,” she whispered to him. He grabbed her tighter, his hands on her hips, the bulge between his legs snug against her mound.

“No, I’m not letting you down. You look at me, woman, when I’m speaking to you.”

She was shocked by his tone, but she looked at him. Their gazes locked.

“You belong to me and my brothers. We are going to protect you and be here for you at all times. I am not going to take any chances.”

He was so dominant and bossy, but she wasn’t afraid of him. She knew that he cared for her deeply, just as she cared for him.

Millie reached toward his cheeks and cupped his face.

“You can’t let him get to you, Ant. You can’t give him that kind of control of you. It will eat you up and it will put a wall between the two of us. Please, baby, please listen to me. I love you.” She pressed her lips to his.

Anthony hugged her tighter then she caressed his cheeks as she slowly pulled her lips from his. She leaned her forehead against his forehead and he shook his head.

“Stubborn woman.”

“Stubborn man,” she countered, and he chuckled, then pulled her away from the wall and lowered her feet to the floor.

Marco approached with a smile on his face.

“I have to head back into town for a few hours. Anthony is staying with you. Jeremy will be home later as well as Hank and Dalton. We’ll work out a schedule.”

“We’ll discuss that together later, Marco. Your jobs come first,” Millie stated.

Marco wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up against him. “You come first.” He quickly kissed her before he released her to Anthony and gave her a light smack on her backside. There would be no talking to Marco right now. Later on, when all the men were together, she would set them straight.

* * * *

Anthony locked the door then he grabbed her bag with one hand and her hand with the other as he led her through the living room to the stairs.

“Since I’m here to welcome you into our home for your stay, you get to sleep in my bed tonight.”

Millie chuckled. Anthony seemed quite pleased with the idea and she wondered if his brothers knew yet.

“How do you think the others might feel about that?”

“Oh, who cares? I’ve got you and that’s all that matters right now.”

Millie tightened her hold on his hand, making him pause at his bedroom door.

“They won’t get upset, will they?” she asked, worried about jealousy. Although they hadn’t minded sharing her one bit and were knowledgeable about ménage relationships, she wasn’t sure. This was the first and, God willing, the last time she would be in a relationship with five men.

He pulled her against his chest and stared down into her eyes.

“We enjoy sharing you and loving you. If we couldn’t handle it, we wouldn’t have started this relationship. Got it?” he asked in the firm, boss-like tone she was getting used to with Anthony.

“Got it, boss,” she retorted, and he chuckled as he pulled her into the bedroom.

“I think I like the sound of that.”

He tossed her bag to the side then grabbed for her, pressing her body hard against his own.

“As a matter of fact, I think you need some bossing around, especially here in my bedroom.”

Oh Lord, what have I just unleashed by calling Anthony boss?

He made quick work with his hands, divesting her of her clothing. She attempted to unbutton his shirt, but he was in charge and she couldn’t get a move in edgewise.

When he pushed her jeans down and saw she had no panties on, he tore his shirt from his chest.

“Fuck, baby, just knowing that you’re obeying our rules, especially this one, makes me so fucking horny right now. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

She placed her hands on his shoulders for support as she stepped out of her jeans. Running her hands over his wide, muscular chest made her just as horny as he proclaimed. The manly dusting of brown hair along his pectoral muscles that led straight to his jeans made her lick her lips. She undid the button just as he reached between her legs to cup her sex.

Before she could get the zipper down, he was inserting a finger and stroking her.

Millie tilted her head back and tried to discard the jeans from Anthony. He helped her with his other hand then stepped out of his pants, all while he used his other hand to stroke her folds.

“So wet and hot for me, aren’t you, baby?” he asked, stepping forward to lick along her neck then jaw. He cupped her breast, massaging and pulling the mound to his liking.

“Oh please, Anthony, I want.”

“You want what?”

“This.”

She gripped his cock with both hands. One hand squeezed his balls while the other encircled his long, thick penis.

He moaned this time and added a second digit to her cunt, making her squirm and lift her pelvis toward him.

“I see you and I are going to be battling over who’s boss here, huh?” he teased.

“What makes you say that?” she asked in a shaky breath while she continued to stroke him as diligently as he was stroking her.

“Enough.”

He pulled from her body, turned her around, and pressed her over the edge of the high mattress. Her belly muscles tightened as she hit the thick, fluffy comforter.

He used his legs to spread her thighs then gripped her hips.

“Get ready, baby, the boss is going to fuck you long and hard so you know who’s in charge.”

She was on fire with lust and desire for this man. His words heightened her arousal and she felt her pussy drip with cream.

“Oh yeah, you like being told what to do in bed, huh, baby?” He caressed her hair, gripped it, then released it, making her heart rate increase as she wondered how rough he would be. She had the feeling he was testing the ground to see what she would allow. So much for him being a boss and more so for him being her passionate, caring lover.

“I like that,” she whispered.

He leaned his body over hers, she felt him rub the tip of his engorged penis back and forth against her wet pussy from behind.

“You like what, sexy?” His warm breath collided with her neck, sending goose bumps along her spine. But she couldn’t answer him. She was nervous. She didn’t know if he would like it or love the fact that she wanted him to be a little rough. She needed it that way.

He grabbed hold of her hair and yanked it back just enough so she could see his facial expression. “You like it when I do this?” he asked, and she nodded. His brown eyes glazed over.

“I want you to tell me everything you like, Millie. I want you to tell me when something is too much or if I go too far. You hear me?” He yanked her hair again. She nodded.

“Say it.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He released her hair and stepped back slightly. She was disappointed. She needed him more than ever right now. She was so turned on just a stroke of his fingers would set her off. She was about to complain when she felt both hands glide along her thighs and up to her ass. He kneaded her flesh with his big, strong hands. Damn, were Anthony’s hands huge. He massaged her body all the way up to her shoulders then back down, reaching under her to pinch a nipple, surprising her.

She parted her legs wider, rubbing her pubic bone against the bed in an attempt to allow the friction to ease the ache inside of her.

Smack.

She hadn’t expected the smack to her ass and she jerked.

“Don’t you try to get off by yourself, woman. I’ll be the one to make you come.”

He reprimanded her and, damn it, did she just leak some more cream. Holy shit. He spanked her, and she loved it.

She jerked when the palm of his hand came down softly instead of harshly.

“You have a beautiful ass, Millie. While you’re staying with us, we’re going to get this ass good and ready for cock.” He pressed a finger to her pussy.

“Oh!” she screamed then lifted her hips and thrust against the bed again trying to find release.

Smack.

“Damn!” she yelled, not expecting that smack again.

“I warned you.”

She pressed her mouth against the comforter, moaning into the fabric.

His cock was at her pussy.

“Such a fine ass indeed. I think I’m going to fuck this sweet, wet pussy and then I’m going to play with this ass.” She felt his finger swipe against her thigh and then against the puckered hole. She was strung so tight, she didn’t care what he did to her as long as Anthony helped her come.

“Oh God, yes. Yes, I want that.”

Anthony shoved into her to the hilt.

Millie screamed then clutched the comforter again, moaning into it.

He began to ease out only to press back into her with long, slow strokes.

He was going to kill her.

“Please, Ant. Please, I need to come.”

He pulled out and shoved back in as he pressed a finger to her puckered hole. With the digit inserted, she screamed her release as he began a series of fast, hard strokes.

“Your ass is so fucking tight it sucked my finger right in. Hot damn, woman, I can’t wait to fuck this ass.” He pulled his finger from her ass and continued to pump into her pussy repeatedly.

He yelled as he thrust two more times before pouring into her. She felt his body shake and then the slap to her ass.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself. Your ass is too irresistible to not play with.”

“It looks that way from here, too,” Jeremy stated as he stood in the doorway. Millie looked over her shoulder and felt her cheeks blush.

Anthony pulled from her body as he massaged her ass cheeks. He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“See, baby. I’m not the only one who’s been fantasizing about your ass.”

* * * *

Jeremy pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the rug as he approached the bed. He pulled Millie up into his arms and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Carrying her back toward the bed, he lowered her to her back.

“I couldn’t wait to see you,” he admitted, and she smiled.

“I hope you didn’t leave work too early for me.”

“Baby, don’t you worry about anything. We have a great crew of workers. You’re my number-one priority.” He leaned down to kiss her again then cupped her breasts.

“You look so beautiful. Your hair wild, your cheeks rosy, and lips swollen like a woman well loved. I want to make love to you now, Millie.”

“I want you, too,” she whispered, and he quickly removed his jeans.

He lay over her, supporting his weight with his forearms, and he stared into her eyes.

He began to scatter kisses along her face, her chin, and neck then back up again. Millie wiggled below him then adjusted her legs so she could wrap them around his waist. He lifted up, reached down to align his cock with her entrance, then slowly pressed into her.

He closed his eyes, absorbing the feeling of warmth as her vaginal muscles gripped him tight. He held himself there a moment, lost in his own selfish need to feel her so intimately and to know that here, in his arms with his cock buried deep within her, she was safe from any harm.