Millie's Second Chance

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

Hank caressed along her inner thighs until the tips of his thumbs rubbed gently against her pussy. She tilted her hips and he lifted her thighs, getting into a better position to penetrate her.

  “So amazing. Get ready, baby. I’ve got a lot to give you.” And he pushed forward.

  He was thick and hard, but her pussy was so extra wet from Dalton watching them. She had never thought that knowing someone watched her having sex would turn her on like this. She was wet beyond anything she had ever felt. The sloshing sound filled the air, and she was almost embarrassed.

  “Oh fuck, Millie, you’re so wet. Our little sweet angel likes being watched, huh? You like knowing that my brother is jerking off as I’m fucking this sweet, wet pussy?”

  “Oh!” Millie screamed from Hank’s words.

  He was covering her now, her hips spread against him wide while he thrust in and out. He kept rocking his hips fast and then he would slow down, nearly torturing her. He placed his hands against her cheeks, holding her head in place. Hank’s expression was wild, his breathing rapid, his eyes glazed over in arousal.

  “Woman, what you do to me.” Hank covered her mouth with his. He kissed her wildly, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he thrust his cock deep into her, making her moan against his mouth. Her vaginal muscles clamped down tighter. It was outrageous and crazy. She kissed him back, giving as good as she was getting. All her lust and sexual desire for this man came pouring out of her. She ran her hands along his skin. She rubbed her fingernails across any bit of flesh she could touch and hold on to as he thrust faster while he lay his face against her neck and shoulder.

  She was so aroused and ready to ignite, and then he yelled her name as he came hard inside of her. He thrust his hips twice before falling against her.

  She was deaf from the sensations of her orgasm. Her breathing echoed in her ears. It was odd and crazy. As she controlled her breathing she felt Hank kissing her collarbone, her neck, her lips, and then her breasts. He was scattering kisses everywhere.

  “So beautiful. So soft and perfect,” he told her and then slowly parted from her body. She grabbed at him, wanting him to remain inside of her, never wanting these sensations and this strong connection to break. She felt so safe and perfect when one of her men were inside of her.

  My men? Oh my heavens, I’m losing it.

  * * * *

  Hank stood up and Millie began to close her legs when she felt strong, rough hands against her thighs.

  She opened her eyes and locked gazes with Dalton.

  Oh my good heavens, does he look determined and needy?

  He was still wearing his black shirt but no pants. Why was he wearing his shirt?

  She swallowed hard as she absorbed the sensation of warm, large hands against her thighs. His green eyes sparkled, his pupils nearly dilated. They were mesmerizing and so was he. She couldn’t help but shiver with anticipation.

  Dalton was complicated, mysterious, and suspenseful. These words were what came to mind instantly. Did he really want her or was he just along for the ride with his brothers? Her heart ached a moment at the thought, but then she focused on his face, his scar, and his aura surrounding her.

  “Dalton.”

  “Shh.” He spoke so deeply and with such power she stared at him.

  Then she wondered if he needed her to make the first move. She reached up to remove his shirt or at least press her fingertips against his skin. She knew he would be taut and muscular beneath the clothing.

  He shook his head and she didn’t understand what was giving him such a difficult time.

  “Dalton?” she whispered again then reached for him. This time he grabbed her wrists, placed them above her head, and leaned forward. The move caused her breasts to push up and toward his face as he descended upon her and his eyes sparkled. He seemed to be going through some inner struggle. Either that or he didn’t like being touched. What the heck?

  Before she could question him he leaned down and ran his tongue across one nipple. Fuck does that feel good.

  Millie was on fire again. She didn’t care what he did just as long as he touched her. He lapped at one nipple then nibbled on the tender flesh, causing her to feel the tightness from her breast to her pussy. She tilted her hips up against him, but his thick frame didn’t allow for much room.

  She gave in to his demands for control. It seemed to be the way he wanted it and she wasn’t complaining. Dalton hadn’t hurt her or appeared as if he ever would. Instead, she relished in the foreplay he was initiating.

  He feasted on her for several long minutes before he moved to the other breast. It was getting to the point where she wanted to grab his face and make him lick, suck, and nibble where she needed it most. But Dalton wouldn’t budge. He was taking his time. Every so often she would try to move her arms from his hold to touch him, but he would squeeze a little tighter. She couldn’t touch him and for some wild reason it turned her on but also made her feel frustrated.

  She could feel his thick cock against her mound as he rubbed back and forth ever so softly. Between that and the brush of cloth from his shirt against her mound, she was turning nearly insane with need.

  “Dalton, I want to touch you,” she began to say, but he cut her off by kissing her hard on the mouth. She could feel the tip of his cock at her entrance as she lifted her legs, placing her feet on the comforter for leverage. She would make him push inside of her. She needed it and she needed it badly.

  She thrust her pelvis up, but he wasn’t ready. Dalton made love to her mouth, exploring every bit of it as he held her hands above her head. Her body began to quake and tighten with need as she whimpered into his mouth. He released her lips then licked along her collarbone to her neck. He nibbled, causing tiny goose bumps to travel along her skin.

  “Please, Dalton, I need.”

  “I’m going to give it to you, Millie. Please be patient with me.” She was suddenly shocked at his plea. I was right. He is struggling. Is it another woman? The bitch! Did she hurt him? I’ll wring her neck.

  “Keep your hands above your head.” He pressed them down in a show of added seriousness to his command. It wasn’t a request.

  She watched him as he absorbed her body. She focused on the scar by his neck and shoulder that disappeared beneath his T-shirt. She wanted to kiss it, to kiss him, touch him, and hold him tight.

  “Dalton.”

  “Shh.”

  He played with her breasts, pulling and squeezing them before leaning down to kiss each nipple.

  She moved her hands and he sat up, staring at her in warning.

  She absorbed his expression and the fact that his shirt was still on. It didn’t sit right with her, but she obeyed his pleas. Perhaps now wasn’t the time to analyze him.

  When he reached down to play with her clit, she closed her eyes and lifted her pelvis. Her hands remained above her head as she gripped some material between her fingers, holding on so she wouldn’t mess up and touch him. This position of compliance and submission aroused her fully. God, I want him so badly it hurts.

  When he lined his cock up with her entrance and lightly moved the tip back and forth across her sensitive flesh, she felt her pussy tighten then leak again.

  “Oh please, Dalton. I need you inside of me.”

  He took her plea seriously and slowly, torturously pushed into her.

  She tried to thrust up into him so his thick, hard cock would penetrate her faster, but he reached up to hold her upper arms then pushed in.

  She gasped at the fullness and opened her eyes to look down. Dalton wasn’t fully inside of her.

  “Oh, God,” she panted and he eased into her.

  “Easy, baby. Don’t tighten up. You can take all of me.”

  And she did want all of him. She wanted every part of him.

  He released her arms, grabbed her thighs, and shoved fully into her, making Millie scream. Over and over again he would pull out then thrust back in. She kept her arms above her head and that added to her desires. She was w
et again, very wet as the sloshing sound seemed to echo in the room. She was in tune to every sensation. With every thrust, she watched her breasts bounce. She felt her nipples tighten and her belly muscles squeezed tight. Dalton grunted with every in-and-out movement of penetration.

  “So tight and so fucking sweet,” he yelled as his thrusts intensified and Millie fought to touch him.

  “Oh God, Dalton!” She screamed her release and then exploded with Dalton still pumping into her. Her breath caught in her throat and then Dalton roared her name as he came.

  He pulled her into his arms and rolled to his back with his cock still deep inside of her. He hugged her tight. She could hardly breathe but snuggled against him.

  “Incredible,” he whispered and she closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling of safety and contentedness of being in his arms.

  Chapter 15

  Dalton sat up, causing Millie to straddle his waist and hold his shoulders. She snuggled against him and he tightened his hold. She scattered kisses along his jaw and then to his neck. As she made contact with the scar while pressing her hands against his chest he grabbed her hips and pushed her away.

  She was shocked.

  “Don’t.”

  “Don’t what?” she asked as she held his gaze.

  She swallowed a bit of fear. She knew that Dalton wouldn’t hurt her, but she also sensed his strength and was aware of his training as ex-military.

  He wouldn’t answer her as he turned away.

  Millie began to ease off of him and he gripped her hard and held her ass in place on his lap by gripping her hip bones.

  “Don’t push, Millie.”

  “Really? Don’t push, huh? Just like how you didn’t push me at the dojo for answers as to why I quit training, or just like you didn’t push me to try harder when we were sparring. Sure, Dalton, no problem.”

  She tried to get up but he squeezed her hips.

  “You never did tell us why you quit before earning your black belt.”

  “My boyfriend at the time made me quit,” she blurted out before thinking her statement through.

  “What?” he responded with an expression that showed his disappointment in her. She didn’t need him feeling that way about her, too. It was bad enough that she allowed asshole Stewart to take from her what she loved most.

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Was this the Frank guy?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “Another guy? Why would he ask that of you?”

  “Because he was a control freak. He thought that it wasn’t ladylike. But ya know what? After he got me fired from my job, I wish I had the opportunity to use some martial arts moves on him. The jerk.”

  “He got you fired from your job?”

  “Yeah, because he dumped me and then got mad at me for wearing a sexy dress to the gala event and getting attention. He insulted me, told me men would only want me for a quick fuck. Things like that,” she rambled on then tried to get off of him.

  “What the hell! My God, Millie, that’s terrible.”

  “Hey, it is what it is. My track record with men isn’t really good.”

  “Well, my brothers and I aren’t like that. We would never put you down or hurt you like that.”

  “Really?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at him.

  “Yeah, really,” he stated firmly and as if he were surprised that she could question their sincerity or respect of women or of her.

  “Oh, so then why can’t I touch you when we’re making love? How come you kept this T-shirt on?” she pushed, and he appeared shocked.

  “That’s different.”

  “How so?”

  “I’m not ready to discuss it.”

  “Well, I didn’t want to hang out all of my dirty laundry but oops…it’s too late now, isn’t it? Fess up, Dalton.”

  “You are a pushy little thing.”

  “And you’re trying to avoid this conversation.”

  “I need some time, Millie. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman.”

  “Some woman hurt you? She cheat on you or something?”

  “No. It’s nothing like that. I have some issues to work out.”

  She was silent a moment as she sensed his upset with her. He really had some personal struggles going on. Well, that fact made her feel like less of the odd one out.

  “Okay. I’ll give you some time, but know that I want to touch you. I like you. I like the attraction I feel for you and your brothers. I feel safe in your arms. Ah, forget it. I don’t want you to think I’m crazy or clingy.”

  He pulled her against him and hugged her tight.

  “Never feel that way. You feel great in my arms, too, sweetness.” He kissed her shoulder then stood with her still in his arms.

  “Ready for some supper?”

  “I think I need some clothes first.”

  “What for? You won’t be wearing them long,” he teased, and she gave him a light slap on his arm.

  He lowered her to her feet and smiled.

  “You get dressed. The bathroom is that way if you need to freshen up and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

  “Okay,” she stated as he grabbed his clothes and headed out of the room.

  Millie took a deep breath and smiled. That was some serious lovemaking. She would never be the same again.

  * * * *

  “I hope you like your steak rare, darling, ’cause that’s the only way Anthony knows how to cook them,” Jeremy told Millie as they gathered around the table on the screened-in back porch. She had watched Jeremy and Anthony cooking on the outdoor kitchen grill while she, Hank, and Dalton set the table. Marco was getting the beers and lighting some candles.

  Anthony placed the platter onto the table.

  “What the hell is up with the candles, Marco?” Anthony asked.

  “Hey, it’s romantic,” he replied.

  Anthony was about to say something, but then he looked at Millie and she smiled as she lowered her head to stifle her laugh. Marco took a seat next to her as he placed a platter of roasted potatoes onto the table.

  Anthony blew out the candles. “Save the romance for one on one. I’m not sitting by candlelight with all of you in a romantic setting,” he snapped.

  She looked up wide eyed and surprised at his macho, male attitude toward the candles. But before she could say anything, she felt Marco’s hand on her knee slowly moving up her thigh and under her dress. He leaned into her neck and kissed along her skin. “Candlelight is good ambience for making out with my woman at the dinner table.”

  She closed her eyes, absorbing the scent of his cologne and the feel of his fingertips that were about to reach her mound. When his fingertips touched her bare pussy, he paused and pulled slightly away so he could look into her eyes. At that same moment Dalton sat beside her.

  “What’s wrong?” Hank asked from across the table.

  Dalton held her gaze and Millie felt her cheeks warm.

  “Baby, you’re not wearing any panties,” Marco stated.

  Millie heard forks drop and then Dalton chuckle. She glanced around the table and all the men stared at her, looking very sexy.

  “I couldn’t find them. They seemed to have disappeared,” she told them. She had a feeling one of the men hid them from her on purpose. She just wasn’t sure who because they were all more than capable of such a trick.

  Anthony nibbled his bottom lip then picked his fork back up to slice into one very thick, large, juicy steak.

  “I think I like where this is going. As a matter of fact, I think we should start setting some rules for our woman, what do y’all think?” Anthony asked then brought a piece of steak up to his mouth and took a bite. The others began to do the same and she felt Marco press a finger to her clit then pull her earlobe into his mouth. His warm breath and firm touch to her most sensitive flesh had her pussy weeping for more.

  “First rule, baby, is never wear panties around us.”


  Oh Lord, he didn’t just say that.

  Dalton leaned over to caress her other thigh then slowly move his hand between her legs where Marco now vacated so he could eat his steak.

  “We want this pussy accessible at all times. It belongs to us. Every part of you does,” Dalton told her then brushed his finger across her already swollen clit. His Texas accent added magnetism to his demand.

  Millie moaned.

  “I think you should eat up, Millie. You’re going to need your energy,” Jeremy chimed in and Dalton pulled his hand slowly from under her dress.

  Millie was strung tight as a bow and these five men sat there looking smug and content as they ate their monstrous-looking steaks. She wouldn’t beg for another one of their fingers to press up into her needy cunt. No. She was stronger than this. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders, picked up her fork and knife, and began to eat her steak even though all she wanted to do was come.

  * * * *

  Anthony listened as his brothers talked about their family and establishing their individual businesses. He was impressed with how ladylike and sweet Millie was. Every so often she would dab her napkin against her mouth or smile shyly toward one of his brothers’ comments. She was listening intently and adding her thoughts here and there. Conversation ran smoothly and as if they had known her for a long time. It interested him that she could be so feminine and delicate, yet she was practically a black belt in martial arts.

  “So, Millie, what did you do when you worked in New York?” Jeremy asked her.

  “I was a fundraising coordinator for a large firm.”

  “What kind of projects did you work on?” Hank asked.

  “I was working on one to raise money for a women’s shelter. I actually succeeded and we were celebrating a few nights before I had to leave. It is going to be a great shelter where women can go for a fresh start. They can even get help with training and education so they can work and support their families if they have any.”

  “That sounds wonderful,” Dalton added.

  “What made you get into that?” Marco asked.