by Snow, Nicole
“Miller?” Gwen grabs the box of condoms on the bed beside us. “We need one now. I can’t wait any longer.”
Smart words. I’ve never been so willing in my life. I untangle myself from her legs and crash down on my back as she rips open a package.
“Here.” I hold out my hand.
She shakes her head. “Let me do it. I want to feel you.”
Thrilled at the idea, I thrust my hips upward, giving her a show. Can’t even remember the last time my cock looked this huge, this swollen, this hungry.
She purses her lips together, smothering a laugh.
“What’s so damn funny?” I growl.
“You’re just...wow, you’re pretty big, aren’t you?” she asks, rolling the condom on my dick. “Not that it really matters, but – wow.”
Once, I read about this thing they called the Wow signal, supposedly a massive radio burst some scientists thought might’ve come from aliens. Right now, I think she’s forever put that shit to shame.
Because hearing Gwendolyn Courtney describe my cock in one punchy, torrid word forever overrides anything else I’ll ever think when I think wow.
“You tell me how it measures up, Gingersnap.”
“Well, sure. Not that I’ve seen that many guys, but...of the few that I have, plus the ones online...let’s just say you’ve got them beat by a long shot.”
“Yeah? How do you really feel about that?” I ask, wondering if she’s growing hesitant, if she thinks I’m too big for her. Wouldn’t be the first time.
“Honestly? Excited.” The condom slides down my cock into place and she quickly moves to straddle me. “Show me it’s not all hype.”
I try not to grin like a fool. Because if there’s one challenge I’ve never been so game for, it’s making Gwen respect every impressive inch of my 'shaft.'
I’m off to a good start when I push in, push up, sinking deep. I grab her ass and shove her down, filling her pussy to the hilt, then push her face into my shoulder to stifle the sex whine spilling out of her.
“Careful, babe. Bite down if you need to. Also, two can play at this game. You want to see what this dick can do? Then you’re gonna work that sweet ass and ride me for all you’re worth.”
Her heat clenches around me.
I smile because I know it won’t take long to push her over the edge again.
She barely keeps up with me at first. I’m only a couple minutes in before she rears up, and I fist her long red locks, pulling so her face rests against the crook of my shoulder while I bring her over the edge.
“Miller, I’m–”
“Comin’? Fuck yeah, you are. Make it hurt for me, beautiful.”
And she does.
Her pussy convulses around every inch of me, nearly bringing her off then and there, throwing this energy into her hips. I go right through her first O on my cock, moving faster, aiming the fierce burn of my pubic bone at her clit every time I thrust up, up, and away.
She’s so hot, so tight, my eyes roll back as my lids close. “Good, Gingersnap. So fucking good.”
She lets out a sigh as she recovers from the frenzy, regaining a little more control, then fully takes my length inside her slick depths. “You’re not half bad yourself,” she whispers.
Another challenge? Growling, I attack her mouth, binding her in another kiss while my hips go to work.
I clench her ass and pump harder, deeper, throwing myself into it and not caring if I lose.
I can’t fucking wait any longer. I just want to bring her off.
She arches her back and joins in, sensing what’s happening, fully enjoying the ride.
Her tits sway in our rhythm, perfectly positioned for me to suck, one at a time while I drive myself on.
It’s like a dream how she holds nothing back. Giving me her pussy, her tongue, her body, her breath.
I wish we could go forever, but my release is too close, burning through me like a lit torch.
Hers isn’t far behind. The instant I hear her gasp, watch her head toss back, and feel her straining, it’s over.
I thrust up inside her, pull her hips downward, and every muscle in my body goes rock hard as I feel her pussy clench, engulfing me. We both twitch like we’re wired on this sex, going over the edge simultaneously.
First her, this soft mess seizing up, her pussy wringing my cock so tight I wonder if the condom might break.
Mine hits a second later. My spine lights up and I feel the molten ropes hurling out of me, into her, coming so hard I can’t even breathe for more than a minute.
I’m damn near suspended in time, enraptured like this. Having something like a vision that’s all rolling curves, legs to infinity, ribbons of red hair, forest-green eyes, and the sweetest little moan sent down from Heaven’s very own music hall of fame.
Consider me a total loss.
Whatever we just experienced was more than just sex.
13
Closing In (Gwen)
The sun is barely up, yet I’m wide awake and feel like I could run a marathon.
Maybe Mother was right. A healthy sex life seems pretty freaking rejuvenating right about now.
I’m even thankful for the box of condoms she’d stuffed in my Christmas stocking last winter. At the time, she was encouraging me to go after one of the waiters at the golf course with all the subtly of a golf club to the face.
I didn’t, of course, and thank God. Turns out Mr. Flirty the Waiter had his wife make a public scene a month later over another woman he’d tricked into a romance.
The wait was so worth it.
Miller hands down blows away any lover I’ve ever had.
I let the memories of last night fill me as my eyes flutter shut. Then they pop back open.
The memories are there, and they’re supremely wonderful, but I’m too full of energy to just lie here.
It’s early, but Shane or Lauren could wake up anytime. I’m sure they’ll be hungry after yesterday’s excitement.
That’s probably the reason Miller quietly slipped out of bed and padded away a short time ago. I can’t blame him for wanting to avoid any awkward questions from the kids about Daddy and Gwen sharing the same room.
They’re old enough to take a good guess what that means. And their best guess might be completely wrong.
I still don’t know what we’re doing, what this means, if it’s possible it’s going anywhere good. But after last night, I’m not sure I care.
Sighing, I jump out of the bed, make it up, then grab some clothes and have a quick shower.
Miller’s sitting on the sofa when I step off the staircase. He looks up and grins at me, his eyes glowing like sky-blue diamonds.
“Mornin’. Sleep well?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Um, yeah. Better than a long time.” Obviously, I’m not talking about the sleep. “Now I’m in the mood for coffee. I’ll get some on.”
“Already done,” he tells me. “Should be finished brewing now. I started it when I heard the shower running.”
“Thank you.”
He stands up. The feral, almost proud look on his face is close to what I’m thinking.
Danger, Gwendolyn Courtney.
DANGER.
We both want a kiss but can’t take the risk. There’s no doubt a quick, subtle good-morning smooch would turn into far more, probably ending with me bent over the counter, and that can’t happen right now.
“I’m gonna take a shower before the kids get up,” he growls, walking past me.
Then he stops, turns around, and marches into the kitchen where I’ve retreated to avoid the urge to feel those lips of his again. Apparently, it isn’t up to me.
Miller takes my mouth, my tongue, my everything. We kiss long and slow and so, so good, loving how his hand tangles gently through my thick hair at first, but then turns into a proper pull.
God, this man.
He really could be the end of me.
We’ve got inertia. It’s insanely hard to make this stop. Slowly,
I push against his chest, breaking off the kiss and staring up at him.
His eyes have never been sexier or more beautiful. “No morning kiss?” he growls.
“I think that was worth ten, Miller. As much as I’d love to, I don’t think either of us like the idea of the kids walking in on us naked over coffee so...better shower. We’ll work something out, later.”
His hand saunters down my back and gives my butt a delicious squeeze. Then he’s gone.
Close call. A few more seconds, and I’m pretty sure I would’ve been tangling up his shirt instead of pushing him back, begging for more kisses.
I couldn’t even tell you how many rounds we went last night. At least half a dozen. My legs still have this sweet soreness today, thighs burning like I spent last night riding a horse and not something a thousand times more addicting.
I try to dampen my lust with caffeine, adding my usual cup of creamer, and close my eyes again.
Okay, so this whole thing has been beyond surreal since the day he showed up. But this morning, I’m actually enthralled with the dreamlike state I’m experiencing.
A soft murmur floats downstairs, and an instant later, Shane appears in shorts and a t-shirt with a robot on it that says, Keep Calm and Automate.
“Good morning, big guy,” I say. “You hungry?”
“Hi.” He plops down in a chair. “I dunno. Dad’s taking a shower, then I guess we’ll discuss my punishment.”
Oh, crud. I’d forgotten all about that.
He sighs heavily. “We don’t have any bacon, do we?”
I wish I’d forgotten about my little bacon fire too, but I’m not so lucky.
Wow, what didn’t happen yesterday?
I look toward my purse on the table near the garage entrance. “No, we’re out. But if you want, I’ll go grab us some.”
“You will?” He looks up like bacon means the world to him right now.
Poor little guy.
“Yup.” I set down my coffee cup after another swig, deciding that’s enough to get me going. “Tell your dad I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
I’m gone. I do a double take seeing Miller’s Equinox gone, and then remember why.
The empty spot in the garage reminds me it’s not all roses and sexy sunshine. Things got serious last night in more ways than one, and as I back out, I wonder if Miller took me like he did on purpose? Redirected my attention elsewhere, maybe, so I wouldn’t worry too much over his predicament, Mother’s weird involvement, this 'guy' she has helping him.
Ugh.
It’s not like we hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, though. And honestly? It’s not like we didn’t sorely need the relief, either.
Living in constant fear and uncertainty does strange things to the brain. Now I know why my anthropology professor always said human nature came down to three things: feeding, fighting, fucking.
I think our behavior ran the full spectrum yesterday. In order.
Surprising, because even sex used to scare me.
I’ve never truly let loose before while having sex until last night. That’s also why I haven’t had it very often.
It always made me nervous, thinking someone else had control over my body.
But last night, that didn’t happen. Miller had control without even asking. Surrendering to this man just felt natural, trustworthy, like I could happily fall over the ledge with him, and he’d catch me every time. I never once felt truly frightened.
That’s new.
Having sex leave me with the attention span of a drunken gnat is new too.
That’s why I drive right past the convenience store. Oops!
I decide to keep going a couple more miles rather than turn around. The bigger grocery store is bound to have better bacon, and it’s not that much farther. If it takes the edge off whatever Shane’s processing from yesterday, it’ll be worth it.
I have to drive past the road to Manny’s office to get to the store. I haven’t stopped into work for well over a week, demanding my paid time off to deal with everything. I’m assuming Miller hasn’t made an effort to claw back the money, despite the change in plans, or else my boss would be up my butt about the paid time off and everything else.
As I pass by the office, though, I do a double take.
Manny’s car? That couldn’t be his car pulling up to park outside the office. He never works on Sundays.
Weird.
Too curious, I turn on the next road and circle back around the block. Pulling up to the stop sign on the side street, I look harder and confirm it is Manny’s car. A second vehicle pulls up just as Manny climbs out of his Tesla, probably the only person in Finley Grove who owns one.
The other vehicle is a sleek black beast of a Suburban.
I glance in my mirror, making sure I’m not blocking any traffic, and then turn. It looks like a group of sharp dressed people in full business attire, probably there for a meeting. At least three men in suits and a woman. Her hair is jet-black and tied up in a bun. She follows Manny to the door with the men flanking them with near-military precision, then he unlocks it and leads them inside.
Even weirder.
Maybe there’s a good reason he’s in this Sunday. Another one of his side gigs?
I shudder, knowing now all too well what one of those odd jobs involves. Who knows?
It feels like eons ago rather than weeks since I got involved.
Miller, Shane, and Lauren have made the days shorter. All the while filling them with more fun and excitement and energy than I’ve had in years. Flipping years.
No longer terribly concerned about Manny and his freaky business, I cross the street and head to the grocery store.
Used to buying for one, I pick up a basket. Then, on second thought, I put it back and grab a cart.
It’s nearly full by the time I head to a checkout lane, loaded up on fun little extras. Every aisle had something I think the kids or Miller will like.
While loading everything in my car, I think of the big box of frozen hamburgers I bought and how I’ll try to grill them to ease back into cooking. You can’t screw up hamburgers and light them on fire, can you?
Oh, well, at least Miller will be there if I do try to burn the place down again. That alone makes me feel safe, ready to dip a toe outside my comfort zone.
I’d more than done it yesterday. I’d taken a giant lust-fueled leap of faith.
It’s amazing how good, how liberating that feels.
Maybe I’m not just a huge cluck-cluck chicken after all.
What if I’ve just never had someone ready to catch me if I fall?
Someone besides Mother, of course. That could be the root of my issues. I was so used to her always being there, pushing her unwanted help. And I was so determined to live my own life, forge my own path, I started to worry so much about screwing it up that I’d invent my own monsters in the dark.
Actually, though, the darkness itself gets a pass. I’ll always be afraid of it.
I put away the cart and climb in my car, utterly amazed at how different the world looks today. Even my selfish dick of a boss seems like less of a villain.
Like it or not, I owe all this to Manny. If he hadn’t forced me to help Miller with his stupid misdirections, I’d have never found out so much about myself.
Thinking of him, I decide to drive past the office again on my way home, just to see if he’s still there.
His car is still in the parking lot, but the other one isn’t. His visitors, whoever they were, seem to be long gone.
My stomach knots. I can’t shake the creepy, crawly sensation that something’s wrong.
I also have no clue what’s happening with my job when all is said and done. Miller seems to want me to keep my cut of the unbelievable cash he carries around. But even if I let him force it on me – which I swear to God I won’t – do I still have a job? After all this?
Sighing, I want to just get this over with, or at least touch base with Manny to see where things stand.
The front door is still unlocked, and I can tell the door to the law office is open.
Eerie silence echoes in my ears as I walk down the hall.
My nerves are sharp as swords, as usual. But this time, I ignore the fear tap dancing up my spine. I really need to get over being scared of everything.
“Manny?” I call, stepping through the open door.
The office is just as quiet as the rest of the building. Like the lights are on, but nobody’s home. Not even my creepy lawyer boss with his weirdo off-the-books clients.
“Manny?” I say again, this time a little louder.
Finally, there’s a sound. This muffled noise from his office makes my stomach jolt.
I listen closely and get rewarded with a dull thud. Then I swear I hear my name, almost slurred.
My heartbeat quickens, unsure what I’ll find. Do I even dare?
Today, I do, especially since I’ve already made it this far. Slowly, I walk to his office, which is halfway open, and grab the doorframe for courage.
I close my eyes and quickly count to three, then push the door open.
“Holy crap!” My eyes can’t seem to land on anything once they’re open, staring at the scene.
The place is trashed. His desk is swept clean, mugs and files and paperwork strewn on the floor, thick law books yanked from the decorative shelves behind him and dropped across the room. Or were they thrown? There are even several dents in the wall.
But no sign of Manny Stork himself.
Then I hear it. “Gwen? Helllllp.”
It’s so faint, more like a rasp than a voice, I’m not positive it’s even there at first. So I step closer, enough to see the feet on the floor behind Manny’s desk.
Every instinct I own screams run.
But I can’t just abandon him so I inch forward, clapping a hand over my mouth once he comes into full view.
It’s Manny, all right. Huddled in a broken ball on the floor, his long legs splayed at a weird angle. Thick blood streams down a gash in his head, covering his face.
“Help,” he whimpers again.