Rush_Hector & Millie

by Marianne Knightly

Oh God. He was even better than she remembered.

  “Just gotta take my legs off, baby. In the meantime, take your pants off. Slow.”

  “I—what?”

  “Slow.”

  Oh.

  She hitched her thumbs inside her pants at the hip, then lifted her hips slightly to push them down.

  Once he got the feet of his prosthetic off, his eyes were locked with hers the entire time. He took off the socks and liners without looking at his legs.

  No, his eyes were locked on her legs, each exposed inch at a time.

  She felt naughty.

  She felt sexy.

  She felt…she felt…oh God, that flame inside her was burning hotter.

  “Stop.”

  She stopped, her pants now just past her knees. She never thought much of her knees. They never seemed to stay moisturized and they were always hard to shave around.

  His expression, though…it was like he’d never seen more beautiful knees in his life.

  He undid his pants, hopped up and pulled them down, then pulled them off.

  Then he pulled her shoes, socks, and pants off, too.

  The only thing left between them was air and underwear.

  Oh God.

  He kneeled between her spread legs, his hands roaming over her knees and up her thigh.

  She was squirming, her hands fisted in the sheets, unsure of what to do. Should she reach for him, or beg him to touch her more, or—

  He fell on top of her.

  Oh. That felt good.

  “Stop thinking so much, baby.”

  “Kiss me.”

  He grinned. “Your wish is my command.”

  He pressed his lips to her thigh and she jumped off the bed.

  Her thigh!

  “I meant kiss my lips.”

  He was kissing his way up her leg, murmuring against her skin. “You didn’t specify.”

  His mouth moved to her underwear and shifted it aside. The cool air in the room brushed against her, and her hips bucked.

  His mouth fell to her core.

  “Not there!”

  He licked.

  Licked.

  She knew people licked down there, but she never thought she’d be one to like the licking.

  But—oh God!—did she like the licking.

  Her hand fisted in his gleaming black hair. “Hector.”

  “You didn’t specify which lips I should kiss either.”

  His fingers continued to tease her while his lips moved across her belly. She sucked it in—habit again—but when his fingers teased her opening, she relaxed there and tensed in a different way.

  His mouth moved up, up, up, toying with and biting her nipples.

  More sparks. More flame.

  He moved to her neck and kissed her pulse there. He moved to her lips and she tasted herself on them.

  She never thought she’d like that either, but she did.

  Her hands roamed his body, over his back, and into his underwear. His butt clenched as she grabbed it.

  It was just as firm and amazing as she thought it’d be.

  He was grinding against her now. Underwear against underwear. The friction causing her pulse to beat faster, hotter, stronger.

  “Can I rip your panties off, baby?”

  “God, yes,” she blurted.

  He grinned and pushed back until he was kneeling between her legs again. His fists grabbed her panties at the hips and ripped one side, then the other.

  She couldn’t help the moan that came out.

  Seeing Hector Perez, the man who loved her, who also apparently loved the body she hadn’t loved for much of her life, stand between her spread legs, practically naked himself, and rip her panties off was the hottest fucking moment of her life.

  She nearly exploded when he did the same thing to his own damn underwear, when his clingy briefs were gone and there was only him in all his glory remaining.

  “Wow.”

  She’d never seen a penis up close, though she’d seen pictures. She always thought they looked weird.

  In this moment, with Hector’s cock erect because of her, his hand lazily fisting it, the little drop of white at the head of the mushroom-like top, it was beautiful.

  He was beautiful.

  “You on birth control, baby?”

  She shook her head.

  “I’ve got condoms. Side drawer. Get one.”

  She leaned over, grabbed one, and held it out to him. She tried not to think about how long they’d been in that drawer and if he’d used them before her.

  “Put it on me, baby. Nice and slow.”

  Her core clenched. As much as she wanted to, she didn’t want to screw up.

  “Rip it open, mi alma. I’ll show you.”

  She struggled with the wrapper for a second but got it open. Then he put his hand over hers and put it on his cock. He showed her how to slip it on, pushing it down with his hand still over hers.

  “God, baby. Your hands on my cock. Heaven.”

  She liked that.

  A lot.

  A lot, a lot, a lot, a lot.

  “Lay back down, baby.”

  When she was splayed out before him once more, he eyed her body then fell on top of it. She felt his cock nudging her, and she spread her legs wider to accommodate him.

  “Saw your face, mi alma.”

  “What?” She couldn’t concentrate on anything but getting him inside her. She needed it like she’d never needed anything before. Did everyone have this yearning to be possessed, to be filled during sex?

  “The condoms.”

  She blinked. “What?”

  “I bought those condoms for you, mi alma. No one else.”

  “Oh.”

  “They’re yours. This.” He bucked his hips, nudging the tip of his cock into her. “Is yours. Only yours, mi alma.”

  “Oh God.” She liked that.

  No, she loved that.

  She loved him.

  Was she confusing sex and love? Maybe. Possibly. Probably.

  Yet it felt right to feel it. It felt right to say it.

  So she did.

  “I love you.”

  His hips bucked again and more of his cock slipped inside. “Amelia.”

  “I mean it, Hector. I love you.”

  He growled. “I need to take this slow, mi alma.”

  Slow? Slower than this? She wanted more. She wanted it faster.

  “I’m okay.”

  “You’re tight. So fucking tight.”

  Was tight bad? Did that mean his cock wouldn’t fit? Did that mean they couldn’t have sex?

  “I like the tight of your body, baby, but it means we’ve got to take it slow or you’ll be hurt.”

  “Go faster.”

  “Amelia—”

  “Please?”

  He paused, then groaned, then shoved his cock in all the way.

  “Oh my God,” she breathed. It burned and not from the flame inside her. Was it supposed to burn? She felt stretched and so very full. She was uncomfortable yet wanted more of it at the same time.

  Overwhelmed. That’s what she was.

  He withdrew, and she whimpered.

  “I knew you’d be hurt, baby. I’m—”

  “Again.”

  “Amelia.”

  She arched her back and begged. “More. Don’t stop.”

  It was building, she could feel it. Past the burn, past the uncomfortableness, past the heat of their bodies, and past the pain of a first time.

  “Don’t stop.”

  Her words seemed to spur him, and he thrust inside her.

  “Don’t stop.”

  “Amelia.”

  “Don’t stop!”

  He thrust again and again. His mouth devoured hers with each thrust, her nipples brushed the hair on his chest, building it faster.

  It was coming, it was coming. “I’m coming. Oh!”

  Her vision went hazy as she crossed the peak. A rush like she’d never felt before coating her, co
nsuming her. Her muscles inside squeezed him over and over and over again. He was thrusting faster and faster, the friction building her up again.

  Again!

  She yelled out as it took over again. Their bodies bucking, sweat gleaming, pulse pounding.

  More, was all she could think.

  She wanted more and more and more.

  He shouted her name and went still. She felt the pulsing waves of his cum shoot inside his condom. She never thought she’d be able to feel that, but she did.

  It. Was. Awesome.

  She bet it would be more awesome to feel his bare cock inside her, shooting his cum until she was dripping with it, and…

  Oh God, she was getting excited again.

  “Shit, baby, give me a few minutes to recover first.”

  He was collapsed on top of her, his head nuzzling her neck, his body still pulsing inside her.

  Her hands roamed his amazing sweat-covered back and ass. This had felt…well, weird, but also amazing. She was sure she’d get over the weirdness by the next time.

  His head lifted, and he propped himself up on his elbows. “How are you doing, mi alma?”

  “Good.”

  “Just good?”

  “Um, maybe also a little great and amazing?”

  He chuckled and—wow!—that felt really nice with him still inside her.

  “You’re blushing.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  He was smiling now. “You are. Why are you blushing?”

  He’s inside you, Amelia. You can be honest with him. “I was thinking about you inside me and, um, the next time you might be. Inside me, that is.” She blushed harder.

  “We’ve just made love for the first time, I’m still inside you, and you’re embarrassed to be thinking dirty thoughts about our next time?”

  She didn’t respond to that.

  “Don’t be embarrassed by dirty thoughts you’re having. Share them with me.”

  She didn’t know if she could do that.

  “What were you thinking?”

  She bit her lower lip.

  “Amelia.”

  “It felt nice,” she blurted.

  “I hope it did, but what in particular?”

  He was just a little too arrogant for his own good. He was lucky she found that more cute than annoying. “I liked it when you laughed while you were, um, inside me. Though I’m glad you weren’t laughing at me while you were inside me. But instead you were—oh!”

  He pushed his hip against hers and shut her up with a kiss. “Christ. Now I know you’re cute after I make you come. You’re cute with my dick still buried inside your sweet, wet heat. You’re cute cuddled up next to me, or working the floor at the pub, or over breakfast. You’re cute all the damn time.”

  “You seem angry about that.”

  “Not angry, mi alma. Thanking God I found you, thanking God for sending me all this cute, and thanking you for putting up with me, mi alma.”

  He kissed her again. “Thank you, Amelia. Thank you for loving me.”

  Melting. She was melting into a giant puddle of goo. “Thank you for loving me.”

  Epilogue

  One month later…

  * * *

  Amelia walked into the pub while Hector held the door for her. They’d come back here to grab a bite to eat and be with their family of friends.

  She needed family right then.

  She’d borrowed a black dress from Beth to wear to the funeral. Hector had worn a dark suit with a white shirt. He looked seriously hot in it, but she couldn’t enjoy it, not right then.

  Her mother was gone. She’d died two days ago in the middle of the night.

  Amelia and Hector had gone back to see her a lot since that first visit with Hector. If her mother had been lucid at that visit, she’d never been lucid since. She’d eventually slipped into a coma and then passed away.

  Amelia felt grief, and relief that she wasn’t in pain anymore.

  As her family—Beth, Frannie, and others—came to give her a hug, Amelia hoped her mother had finally found some peace.

  Six weeks later…

  * * *

  Amelia was making out with Hector in his office at the pub.

  She should be on the floor working. It was technically her first day back on the floor, but she’d been in doing admin work for him, so it wasn’t her very first day back. Her injuries were practically non-existent at this point, so Hector hadn’t been able to delay her return any longer.

  Though, technically, they didn’t need her on the floor, since Persy—who’d been fired as the property manager not long after they’d kicked Amelia out—had come to work at the pub and was on shift now.

  Still, Amelia should be on the floor helping her.

  Instead, she’d been cornered by Hector in his office after she’d come to work wearing some earrings she’d made.

  Last night, Hector had made love to her while she wore these earrings and nothing else.

  It was safe to say that he really like these earrings.

  She was going to make a hundred pairs of them the first chance she got.

  Hector had her pinned to the wall with his body. He tore his mouth away. “Fuck. Now, I want to fuck you.”

  She smiled. “I’m not stopping you.”

  “Not going to fuck you against the office wall, Amelia. Not this time anyway.”

  She jerked in his hold.

  “Save up your energy, babe. I’m hungry for you. Tonight, after shift.”

  “I’ve got to look for apartments after shift.”

  He growled. Not the sexy growl he made when they had sex, but the annoyed, badass growl he made when she said or did something he didn’t like. “You’re not moving.”

  She mostly just said this to annoy him, because she didn’t want to move out. Leave Hector? No way. “Maybe some space would be good for us. Maybe—”

  He pressed a finger to her mouth. “I didn’t want to say this, wanted it to be a surprise, but Low invited us to stay at the castle for a week.”

  “What?” A castle? Stay at a real-life royal castle for a week?

  “A surprise since you were finally feeling better. You know Liliana wants to see you again.”

  Amelia loved the little princess. They’d all come to see her during her recovery and they’d instantly bonded. “I don’t know if I can stay there. What if I make a mistake or break royal protocol or something?”

  “Low doesn’t care about that, mi alma. Neither does Cecilia or Liliana. It’ll be like a vacation for us. We’d still work the pub, but I’ve rearranged the schedule a little so we’ll get to enjoy the castle, too.”

  “It’s my first day back.”

  “So?”

  “So! Everyone’s been covering for me for months. I can’t just take a vacation now.”

  “Like I said, not a full vacation. Just strategically-placed days off during the week.”

  “I don’t know.”

  Hector’s brow popped up. “Do you want to say no to the prince? Or the little princess?”

  Her shoulders sagged. “No.”

  “I thought so.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t look so smug. If I make an idiot of myself, it’s your fault.”

  He smiled. “All right, mi alma.” He leaned in to whisper. “I can’t wait for my punishment.”

  She blushed.

  He smiled.

  She found his smile annoying. Still cute, but also annoying.

  One week later…

  * * *

  Amelia was annoyed. “You said we’d still be working, but we didn’t work at all last week.”

  Hector followed her up the steps to his place, their bags in his hand. “The staff didn’t mind covering, babe.”

  “That’s not the point! I’ll have to think of some other way to thank them. At the very least, I’ll have to work double shifts or something to make it up to them.”

  His growly-badass tone came back. “No, you will not.”

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p; She turned just outside the door to face him. “Hector,” she said with an annoyed voice.

  He put the bags down, then pushed her against the door.

  “Hector.” This time her voice was breathy.

  They’d made love in the castle. She, Amelia Asti, had made love to Hector in a castle bed. Repeatedly.

  It had been amazing.

  She still felt the need to make it up to everyone because they covered their shifts.

  “There’s something I didn’t tell you, mi alma.”

  “What?”

  “They covered for you because I asked them to. Because I have a surprise for you and needed last week to put it all together.”

  “A surprise?”

  He nodded. With her still plastered against the door, he unlocked it one-handed. She yipped as he picked her up in his arms in a bridal hold, then opened the door and walked them inside.

  Oh. My. God.

  It was transformed. Completely.

  The kitchen had been re-done, fresh paint covered the walls and scented the air, the floors had been refinished, and sections of the place had been renovated.

  He put her down, plastered her back to his front, and wrapped his arms around her tight. “I had the place renovated for us. Been planning this for a while, but it took some time to get everything together so it could be done in a week.”

  He pointed across the apartment. “I converted a storage area into a second bedroom for us, plus an office for you and your jewelry supplies. I didn’t know how you wanted to organize everything, so I didn’t get a lot of furniture there or the second bedroom. We can pick that out together, if you want.”

  We can pick that out together.

  “And I know it may not make sense to have a second bedroom, but you never know when a friend in need might come along and need a place to stay.”

  A spare bedroom, for a friend who might need it.

  No, for a member of their family who might need it.

  “Now you can focus on your jewelry full-time. You don’t need to work the pub. Don’t get me wrong, I love working with you, but you don’t need to. You want to, then we’ll work something out. But you are not killing yourself working both jobs like you used to. Part-time, babe, that’ll be my compromise. You focus on building your dream. I’ll focus on the rest.”

  You focus on building your dream.