A small smile played at the edges of my lips as I took in the Hawes family as no one else would ever see them, and felt a pair of lips at my ear.
“What are you grinning about,” Miller asked, running his tongue over the shell of my ear and causing me to shiver visibly. I flushed, wondering what his parents might think if they saw me. To my horror, I caught them both staring. I was about to push Miller away when I saw the look they shared. It didn’t say disgusted—it said happiness. I bit my lips and shrugged.
“Nothing,” I said softly. “Fine.” Miller sat back in his seat but left his arm dangling across the back of my chair. “Keep your secrets . . . for now. But you know I have ways of making you talk.”
“Good heavens, Miller,” his mom snapped. “Could you sound any more cliché? Or perhaps you’d like to put on an Italian accent, make us seem even more like something out of the Godfather?”
The table erupted into laughter and I found myself joining in. For someone who had spent their whole childhood on the periphery of a family, this was beautiful.
It was sweet.
It was mine.
***
After two weeks of being treated as an invalid, waited on hand and foot, assisted bathroom visits, constant monitoring, the only thing that was still a problem was my broken wrist—and I still had four more weeks in the cast. I’d finally returned to school and it felt good to have a somewhat normal routine. Miller still hadn’t let me go back to the bar, but school was a start.
He was being weirdly cautious around me, not wanting to do anything that might prolong my recovery, but I didn’t want to wait four weeks to be in his arms again. If anything, spending this much time in such proximity had only made me want him more.
I searched the house until I found him working in the study. He’d been staying home a lot, taking care of me, but he often shut himself away, trying to keep on top of the ever mounting pile of paperwork.
Right then, I needed him. Work could wait.
“Hey,” I said, stepping fully into the room.
He put down what he was doing and turned to face me. “How was your doctor’s appointment?”
“All clear. I’m in perfect health.” I straddled his lap.
“Oh really? Then why do I still see a cast around your wrist? I said one hundred percent.”
“That will take another four weeks to heal.” I flicked my hips forward, letting the friction of our jeans do the work until I could get him naked.
“Not until you’re better.” His voice was raspy and I knew I had him. I pushed my hips forward again, letting him feel all of me.
He groaned but still made no move to touch me.
“Please, Miller. I love you, and I want to celebrate that.”
His eyes widened on the word love and his mouth swooped down on mine.
Possessive.
Controlling.
Mine.
He broke the kiss and stood with me in his arms. “I love you, too.”
“Where are we going?” I asked, playing dumb.
He smirked. “To celebrate.”
I could have protested. Told him to put me down.
But it sounded like his best idea all day.
We reached the bedroom in no time. I noticed the gentleness with which Miller placed me on the bed. It had been so long, I really needed him to lose control. His words and his actions didn’t line up.
I pushed him back, undoing the button of his jeans and freeing his long, erect cock. From his broad, muscular shoulders to his chiseled abdomen and down, Miller was the definition of sexy. He made need pound through me. Before he could stop me, I dropped to my knees taking him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Tess. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
He tried to pull out, but I dug my nails into his ass cheeks and held him to me. Using my hand, I stroked up and down his length in the same rhythm as my mouth. One of his hands sunk into my hair as there was an increase at the speed which each breath past his lips.
“No more.” He took my shoulders and pulled me to standing. “If I’m going to come, it’s going to be buried deep inside you.”
Our clothing was shed in seconds. Just like our first night together, he spun me around and directed me face down on the bed. My legs quivered in anticipation.
“Miller, please.”
“Damn, I love it when you beg.” He slid himself through my folds and suddenly slammed home.
Deep driving thrusts pulled at me. Tightening my muscles. I reached for the release that teased me with it’s ability to steal my breath. Each stroke pushed me closer and closer until I couldn’t hold on anymore and exploded. His fingers dug into my hips, his pace increasing until his thrust into me one last time.
He dragged himself onto the bed, reaching a hand down to pull me up with him. I curled into the crook of his arm and let the beat of his heart slow my own. My eyes started to close.