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Hell, against the cold of the world.
“What the fuck?” I growl when my Chevy comes into view.
“What?” Millie asks.
“Look,” I say, striding across the lot and gesturing down to the tires, all of which are punctured, big slits in the sides, completely flat. “Some bastard slashed my tires.”
I turn to find Millie staring open mouthed down at the tires, as though it’s her car that’s been vandalized.
I look around the lot, searching for any sign of a disturbance. Whoever did it, went to some effort to cover their tracks. The snow around the car has been wiped over so that it’s impossible to see any footsteps.
“Why would anyone do that?” she says, with an undertone to her voice that tells me she’s not as surprised as she’s making out.
“Do you have any idea?” I ask, the paranoid thought striking me that she led me out to the harbor as a distraction so that somebody could do this.
But no.
I don’t believe that Millie would pull a stunt like that.
After knowing her for less than a day?
Fuck yes.
I don’t know how, but the certainty that she wouldn’t do that hammers into me.
Maybe it’s because I know the future mother of my children wouldn’t do a thing like that.
“Me? No, of course not,” she says hurriedly. “How would I?”
Hmm.
“I don’t know,” I say, my eyes searching hers.
But it’s impossible to look at her suspiciously, without my lust rising to the surface singing a chorus of desire in my mind.
I look around the parking lot, searching for any security cameras, but I can’t spot any. Most of the cars are snowed or iced over, too, meaning any dash cams wouldn’t have caught the vandalism.
“Maybe I’ve made more enemies in this town than I realize,” I sigh. “I better get down to the garage and see if they can send somebody out. Goddamn, if I caught the bastard while he was doing this to my Chevy…”
I trail off, anger moving through me, clenching my fists.
“It’ll be okay,” Millie says, placing her hand on my arm.
I pause, electricity sparking at the touch despite our layers of winter clothing. My manhood gives an insistent throb as I imagine pulling her glove off and guiding her hand down to my manhood, savoring the feeling of her stroking over the outside of my pants, and then sliding down and grabbing my engorged trunk.
Stroking, slickly, quickly, faster and faster until I’m ready to bend her over and slide deep inside her soaked core.
“Sorry,” she mutters, withdrawing her hand.
“No,” I growl. “You don’t need to apologize.”
We stare at each other for a moment and I almost blurt it all out right there, this crazy conviction inside of me to claim her, make her mine, make it so no other man is lucky enough to get to touch her.
I turn, meaning to walk to the garage.
If they can’t send somebody to this sort out, I’ll just get a couple of tires and handle it myself. I’ve got two spares anyway, so it’s just a matter of getting two more.
“Markus?” Millie says when I’m at the edge of the lot.
I turn, heart thumping, every instinct roaring in me to charge across the lot and palm those bulbous breasts, to listen to the way she moans, to watch the lust-filled shivers move through her.
“Yes?” I say huskily.
“Um, I don’t want to be incredibly forward …”
She trails off.
“Actually, don’t worry.”
I smirk, swaggering back over to her.
We’re in deep now.
“My answer is yes,” I say.
“Yes?” she repeats, voice pitched high, but nowhere near as high as it’d be if I was plunging balls deep inside of her, pounding harder each second, watching her body reverberate with each savage thrust.
“You can cook me a meal,” I smirk.
She flinches. “How the heck did you know that’s what I was going to ask?”
“Instinct,” I say.
And I feel like I know you already, Millie, even if it makes no damn sense.
“Well, okay then,” she says, smiling shakily, as though she thinks I’m playing some sort of joke on her. “How about tonight at Jackie’s place? She’s got a date in the next town over, so … Shall we say six o’clock?”
All the blood in my body rushes directly to my manhood, a solid rod of tension threatening to explode.
“Sounds perfect,” I just about manage to say, somehow not growling it like a beast.Chapter SixMillie“I still can’t believe you did that,” I say, guiding the car back down the road that leads to Jackie’s forest-side house.
“I still can’t believe he asked you on a date.”
I feel my cheeks flush and the redness spread across my chest, my body tingling all over when I remember the way he looked at me, as though for a second he was just about to grab me and kiss me right there at the harbor.
“I think he just wants a home cooked meal,” I murmur, unwilling to get my hopes up about this.
