There was no way she was going to last. Not with him fingering her so perfectly. Milly didn’t want to come without him, though. She focused all her attention on bringing him to orgasm, moaning softly, ensuring he knew just how much she needed him like this.
“Mill … fuck … I’m gonna come in your mouth. Suck me. Harder. I need to come.”
She hollowed out her cheeks, sucking fiercely, desperate to send him over even as a second release built in her core. His fingers worked the nerve endings that had been dormant for so long. It was impossible to ignore.
As her insides coiled, her body burning hotter, brighter, Milly focused on him.
When AJ groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair, she felt the first pulse of his cock, the warning that he was about to fill her mouth. She didn’t release him, sucking firmly, ready to drink him down.
His fingers pounded into her. Milly’s muscles clamped around those glorious digits as her orgasm ripped through her. When she moaned this time, it was loud and vulgar.
“Fuck, yes,” AJ hissed. “I’m coming, beautiful. Take all of me.”
And just like that, they crossed a line Milly knew they shouldn’t be crossing. Despite her need, her deep-seated love for this man, Milly wasn’t willing to risk losing him. She obviously wasn’t cut out for a relationship, her past proving that.
But what did she do now?
It wasn’t like she could apologize.
Could she?
Eleven
Can’t get enough
Four days later
AJ hadn’t been back to Milly’s since Saturday morning, when he’d slipped out after giving Miranda her morning bottle while Milly slept in.
That Friday night had leveled him. Their make-out session on the couch, Milly sucking him off, him making her come with his fingers had left AJ wanting more.
Granted, Milly had retreated almost instantly. She’d acted as though nothing had happened. When she finally excused herself for bed, AJ had sat on her couch for the longest time, trying to figure out what the hell had happened. They’d been moving in the right direction.
Or so he’d thought.
Apparently, Milly wasn’t on the same wavelength.
So, AJ had done the only thing he knew to do. He had retreated as well. While he texted Milly constantly to see how she and Miranda were doing, he had opted to stay away. Of course, his texts included as many requests for pictures as he could get. Every couple of hours, Milly was sending pictures. Some of Miranda—awake, asleep, smiling, sitting in her swing—and some of Milly, both with and without Miranda. He loved those damn pictures. In fact, he had saved every single one to his phone so he could look at them whenever he wanted.
Being away from them was painful. Four days felt like an eternity. When Milly texted him a short time ago and asked him to come over for dinner, AJ had wanted to tell her no. He wanted to see if pushing her would bring Milly closer.
Only he couldn’t do that.
AJ missed his girls too much to stay away. So now, as he climbed out of his truck in front of her house, he steeled himself for tonight. He intended to go inside, have dinner, spend a couple of hours with Miranda before going home for the night. That was the smart thing to do.
No movies, no make-out sessions, no sleeping in the guest room.
He was going to hold his ground and hope Milly came around.
Damn near every one of his good intentions went right out the window when Milly answered the door wearing that pretty little sundress, her hair pulled up, showing off the delicate lines of her neck.
This woman was going to be the death of him.
“Hey,” she greeted with a smile. “You’re right on time.”
It was obvious she was pretending the other night hadn’t happened, so he would, too.
“Right on time? For?”
He stepped into the house and closed the door behind him.
“Miranda just went to sleep and dinner’s almost ready. The only thing left is to finish making the salad.”
“What can I do to help?”
“Pour the tea?”
“With pleasure.”
AJ followed Milly into the kitchen. There was tension between them. He could feel it. Something potent and powerful. It wrapped around his chest and squeezed. His cock thickened just from the memory of the other night. Not to mention, seeing Milly’s beautiful legs beneath that damn dress.
He wondered if she was wearing panties. It wouldn’t be difficult to figure out.
Not that he would.
Nope. He wasn’t giving in. Milly clearly wanted friendship and he would give her that. They could chalk the other night up to their libidos. Neither of them had had sex in almost a year. It was only natural for something like that to happen between two consenting adults.
Christ. As he filled two glasses with ice, he remembered how warm and wet her pussy had been. How Milly had moaned and sighed, urging him to make her come.
His dick was already hard, but he ignored the incessant throbbing as he headed back over to the counter where the tea pitcher was sitting. AJ had to lean around Milly to reach it, his body far too close to hers. So close he was touching her.
When his cock pressed against her ass, she inhaled sharply, a soft moan escaping her.
Fucking hell.
AJ stood there. Unable to move, unable to think. His body took charge, his cock gently rubbing against her ass while he cupped her hip in his hand.
“AJ…”
Yeah. The way she said his name wasn’t helping. Breathless and eager. She wanted this as much as he did.
He forgot about the tea, the glasses, dinner. Nothing mattered but the warmth of her skin, the sweet scent of her that went right to his head.
AJ leaned down and nuzzled her neck.
“You’re killing me, woman,” he whispered, gently squeezing her hip.
Milly leaned into him, her ass grinding against his dick.
This was stupid. If he didn’t move away, he knew what was coming next. He would grab a condom from his wallet, sheath himself, and within seconds, he could be buried inside her. Heaven awaited him in the form of her tight, wet pussy.
Milly stopped what she was doing, and for the life of him, AJ couldn’t even remember what that was.
Salad. Right. She was making salad so they could have dinner. He was supposed to come over, have dinner, spend time with Miranda, then go home and sleep in his own fucking bed. Alone.
Milly leaned into him, her back pressing against his chest as her hand covered his. She guided it from her hip to her pussy as she tugged her dress up.
“Please, AJ.”
“Please what?” he urged.
“Fuck me.”
He groaned, a tormented sound. She was killing him.
AJ wanted to be a gentleman. He wanted to refuse her because he knew this was going nowhere. Despite the fact that he wanted more from her, Milly wasn’t giving him the same impression. The other night, she’d slipped away as soon as they both came. Gone was the feisty, sexy woman whose lips were so fucking perfect he jacked off to the thought of them damn near every night. In her place, the friend he’d come to know so well.
AJ didn’t want to be friends with Milly. Well, he didn’t want to be only friends with her. He wanted this woman to sleep beside him every night, to wake up in his arms.
Unfortunately, he knew she didn’t want the same thing.
But this … this unbridled passion. It was impossible to ignore. He was still just a man. And she was the only woman he wanted.
“AJ. Please.”
“Right here,” he said. “Beg me one more time, Milly, and I’m going to lift up this dress and fuck you right here in your kitchen. I’m going to bury my cock inside you, feel your wet pussy squeeze me.”
He groaned, his own words making his dick throb painfully.
“Yes.” As though to emphasize her acquiescence, Milly pressed her ass against him as she leaned forward, her hands landing on the counter.
AJ couldn’t resist. She was driving him absolutely insane. He grabbed his wallet, pulled out the lone condom he’d tucked in there, and within a minute, he had his cock in his hand, sheathed and eager.
“Bend over,” he insisted.
When she did, AJ shoved her dress up to her hips. The silky white panties she had on pulled another rough groan from him. He shoved them down her hips, allowing them to slide down her legs to the floor. Milly stepped out of them, and before she was firmly on two feet again, AJ was guiding his cock into her from behind.
He went as slow as his body would allow. Milly bent at the waist, her hands gripping the countertop. She moaned.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me, AJ.”
Knowing this wasn’t going to end the way he wanted, AJ gave in to his dark urges. He would deal with the fallout later.
Right now, the only thing he cared about was the warm, wet clasp of her pussy.
*
Milly had promised herself she wouldn’t allow this to happen tonight.
She had felt incredibly guilty since Friday night, when she had gone to her bedroom alone after they’d brought each other to orgasm in her living room.
However, Milly wanted AJ with a passion so powerful it threatened to take her out at the knees. Despite the fact that she knew this would never work out, she was selfish. Her body craved his.
She wanted to give herself over to him completely. Not just physically but emotionally as well. Except she wasn’t capable of that. She’d spent too long believing she wasn’t worthy, that she couldn’t make anyone happy. Which meant, once this was over, she would retreat again and then she would have to deal with the disappointment on AJ’s face.
He pressed his hips forward, his cock tunneling into her. Her body gripped him tightly, painfully. It had been so long, yet it felt like just yesterday since they’d last done this. Since Milly had welcomed AJ into her body.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “You’re so tight.”
She loved his dirty talk, the way he said what was on his mind. He was the take-control kind of guy and that did it for her in so many ways.
“I can’t be easy, Milly,” he warned, his palm landing between her shoulder blades as he pushed her down toward the countertop. “Hold on, beautiful.”
She did. And AJ didn’t disappoint. He fucked her right there in her kitchen, her dress hiked up to her waist, her panties on the floor at her feet. It was so erotic, just thinking about how they looked had her careening toward an orgasm that would likely blow her mind.
AJ held on to her hips, driving into her. She moaned with every punishing thrust, her pussy filled, stretched. It was exquisite. Milly hadn’t expected to ever have AJ like this again. Now she wasn’t sure she wanted to go back to that friendship.
“God, yes,” he growled.
Milly whimpered as he impaled her, his rough grip making her bite her lip. She let him ride her from behind, to use her for his own pleasure while she took hers in return. He lit her up from the inside out, the tension coiling tightly as she inched toward release. She didn’t want to come. Not yet. Milly wanted to ride the wave for as long as possible.
As though he knew what she wanted, AJ took his time, fucking her endlessly. Her voice became rough the more she moaned and screamed, loving every second of having him inside her.
When he leaned over her, his hips jerking in short, rapid strokes, Milly groaned. His hand left her hip, sliding between her thighs until his fingers were rubbing her clit.
“I want you to come all over my cock,” he whispered. “Then I’m gonna fuck you some more, Milly. I’m gonna make you come again and again.”
Yes! She wanted that so much.
Milly allowed him to send her higher and higher with his cock and his fingers until she felt as though she was floating outside her body. When her orgasm detonated, it stole her voice and her mind at the same time.
“Just like that, beautiful. Oh, fuck … come all over my cock.”
AJ didn’t stop. He continued to drive into her again and again until another orgasm was building, this one as powerful as the first. His fingers worked her clit until she was teetering on the razor-sharp edge once more.
When her climax struck her, Milly screamed, her pussy clamping down on him.
AJ groaned, slamming into her once, twice.
“I’m coming,” he growled roughly. “Fuck. I’m coming.”
Milly spent a few minutes trying to catch her breath, AJ’s warm body still pressed against her. When he finally pulled out, she stood up, straightening her dress while AJ disappeared toward the bathroom.
A few minutes later, he returned. His eyes didn’t meet hers and Milly felt a sense of loss. He was the one retreating.
Milly knew she had to talk to him. They had to discuss what had happened between them and how they would handle this going forward. Could they make something work? Did he want that?
Before he made it to the kitchen, a soft whimper sounded from the baby monitor on the counter. A few seconds later, Miranda let out her familiar cry, a signal that she was wet or hungry or both.
AJ peered up at her as he stopped. “I’ll get her.”
Nodding, Milly tried to pretend she was back to working on the salad.
Whatever had just happened, Milly knew this wasn’t going to end well. They had effectively crossed that line.
Now the question was whether they moved forward or back. And who was going to make that decision.
Twelve
Hint. Hint.
Two weeks later
“These instructions are ridiculous,” Milly grumbled as she stared down at the unfolded paper in front of her.
AJ sat in Milly’s living room watching as she sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at the instructions for the new baby toy she’d insisted Miranda needed. Something that was supposed to entertain their almost four-month-old daughter with flashing lights and holes for oversized blocks to be put in.
“Want some help?”
Milly smiled up at him. “What? No faith?”
AJ chuckled. “I’ve got all the faith in the world.”
For the past two weeks, ever since the incident in the kitchen, AJ had gone back to his routine of coming over to Milly’s damn near every day in an effort to spend time with Milly and their daughter.
However, AJ couldn’t erase that day from his mind. He thought about it endlessly. Yet he had somehow managed to keep his distance, even when he was at her house. It wasn’t easy, but he knew it was necessary. He had to be careful when dealing with Milly. The last thing he wanted was to scare her off.
In an effort to keep their friendship in the forefront, the Friday and Saturday night movie marathons were a thing of the past. AJ had come to that decision, and Milly had respected that. He knew he couldn’t keep his hands off her if he was that close, so he figured it was better this way.
The first couple of days after, Milly had been tense. Then again, so had he. AJ wasn’t sure what to make of their encounter, and although he wanted more, he was trying to give Milly some space. He was grateful that Milly had relaxed a bit since then, allowing them to ease back into their close friendship.
Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to matter how many hints he dropped, Milly wasn’t picking up on the fact that AJ was doing his best to convince her to take a chance on him. A real chance. As in the three of them becoming an official family. They were technically a family already, but he wanted a ring on Milly’s finger and a place in her bed.
Yes, they had a kid together. Yes, they’d had some seriously amazing sex a few times, starting a lifetime ago when he’d first met her. And yes, from the moment Milly had informed him she’d gotten pregnant from their naked adventures, he’d done the right thing and stood beside her every step of the way.
He tried to tell himself things were better this way, but he knew that was bullshit. He respected Milly and he was doing his damnedest to pretend those last two encounters hadn’t happened, but he c
ouldn’t. Every night when he went to bed alone, he missed her.
He’d hoped by giving her time, Milly would accept that they were meant to be.
Regrettably, she hadn’t.
AJ was eager and ready for the next step in his relationship with Milly. Granted, he didn’t know what that next step was. They’d become partners in this parenting thing, but he wanted so much more than that. However, every time he thought about striking up a conversation with her about it, Milly would come up with some crazy idea and he’d be forced to put it on the back burner. It was as though she could read his mind and the topic wasn’t on her list of things to tackle.
“Seriously,” Milly muttered. “How does anyone ever get these things put together?” Her light blue eyes lifted to his face. “I’m sure I’m making it more complicated than it is.”
AJ grinned. “I’m sure you are, too.”
“Hey.” She pretended to be offended, but her smile was brilliant. “Let’s see you give it a whirl.”
Pushing to his feet, AJ closed the distance between them and took a seat on the floor beside Milly. He was careful not to touch her. It seemed whenever he did, she would blush and find a way to disappear from the room. He hadn’t been able to pinpoint her responses, but he got the feeling she was as nervous as he was.
Which meant he simply needed to suck it up and make a move. To open the lines of communication by discussing what had happened and what they both wanted. Perhaps she would be open to something more from him.
And AJ wasn’t just referring to a sexual relationship, although he was definitely hoping for that.
“Here,” he said softly, keeping a smile on his face. “Let me look.”
Before he could take the paper, Milly pulled it out of reach and spun around to face away from him.
“I changed my mind,” she said with a giggle. “The last thing I need is for you to figure it out in a minute and make me look more clueless than I already am.”
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