Jesse
As we drove home, Millie’s silence screamed loudly around the cab of the truck. I say silence, but she did a lot of tutting and sighing and tapping her nails on the screen of her phone. Only ten minutes into the ride home, I had to turn the radio on just to drown out her damn quiet. By the time we pulled into the ranch, I’d had enough. I did a sharp turn into a clearing, a few feet inside the ranch entrance.
“What are you doing?” Millie asked, turning her head so sharply I was worried she’d cracked her neck.
“We’re fucking talking about what went down in Rowdy’s.”
“Well, I don’t want to talk about it,” she snapped.
“Yeah, well tough, I do. The days of radio silence between us are over.”
“Hah,” Millie scoffed. “I think you’ll find you’re the expert at that, not me.”
“Really?” I arched a brow and unclipped my belt, then leaned over and did the same with Millie’s, letting my arm skim the side of her rack that was heaving with angry breaths.
I felt her shiver at my touch, and sighed in relief, hoping it meant that her level of angry was pissed rather than nuclear.
“Weren’t you the one who rode off into the woods and got lost?” I said, as I sat back in my seat.
“Yes, because you were horrible to me,” she pouted as she rubbed at her leather pants with her finger.
“I was just trying, or thought at the time I was, to be honest, but that isn’t what we’re going to talk about. We’re going to talk about tonight and why you’re mad at me now.”
Millie huffed and shook her head. “I told you why. It’s because I asked you to speak to Brandon days ago, you didn’t and now I’ve ended up being made to look like a fool in front of half of Bridge Vale.”
“Sweetness, the residents of Bridge Vale that were in Rowdy’s were so full of booze they won’t have any recollection tomorrow of what went down in there tonight. And you did not look a fool. If anyone did, it was Brandon, ending up on his ass with a bloody nose. No one in there will have a damn clue what he said to you. All they’ll know is me and Brandon got down to it. The damn gossips will all be wondering why, but the only people who know are the four of us. Garratt and us aren’t going to say, and if Brandon knows what’s good for him, he won’t tell either. So stop worrying about folks who have no importance.”
Millie drew in a shaky breath and turned to look out of the window. “I know, but…”
When she didn’t finish, I took hold of her hand and tugged on it.
“Millie, baby. Is it what he said to you, is that what’s upset you most?”
She turned back to me and nodded. “Partly. But I’m really mad at you for not doing as I asked and telling him. It wasn’t fair that he found out from someone else, whoever that was,” she grumbled.
“Yep, you’re right and I am sorry I didn’t tell him, but you should not feel sorry for that fucker after what he said to you.”
Talking about it got me angry all over again, and I wanted to drive back to town and put Brandon back on his ass. He was my oldest and best friend, but I would not tolerate him speaking to Millie like that. She and Addy were my priority, not Brandon.
“Do you feel like that?” Millie asked quietly, dropping her lashes quickly to hide the hurt.
“Oh, baby,” I soothed and reached for her, pulling her across the seat and onto my lap. “I don’t think of you like that, and deep down you know that. I love you.”
She looked up at me with her huge eyes brimming with tears and her bottom lip quivering. “He said I would always be second best and just a convenient fuck,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “I know I’m not her, and I’ll never try to replace her, but if you’re always going to be thinking of Melody, comparing me to her, then I don’t think I can do this.”
Fear gripped at my throat, at the thought that Millie might end what we had. All because Brandon was a jealous cock who had no idea what went on in my head. Yes, there had been times when I’d compared her to my dead wife, but most of the time it had been a positive comparison; it had been Melody who’d been lacking. That thought in itself filled me with guilt, but I had to push those feelings away if we were going to move on.
“Do not listen to what he said. I don’t want you to be like her; you’re two totally different people and I don’t see you as second best and neither should you.” I shifted her so that she was face to face with me and kissed her gently. “I swear to you, I love you. He won’t understand that, all he’ll see is that we’ve probably had sex a few times, and with my recent past, that doesn’t hold much store for a long term relationship. But, Brandon doesn’t know what’s going on in my head, or what we’ve been through, what you’ve done to help me. He hasn’t seen us together and has no idea what I think or feel about you. I usually tell him everything, so maybe he thinks it’s just casual between us; but it isn’t, baby, I promise you. He’s hurt because we didn’t tell him, which I know,” I sighed, “is on me. And he’s hurt because he liked you and now he can’t have you.”
“I get that, I really do,” Millie sniffed. “But he was so nasty, Jesse.”
“Yeah, well, I’m going to be making sure he apologizes for that.”
Millie shook her head and opened her mouth to protest, but I shot her down.
“No, he’s not speaking to you like that. I’ll apologize for not being upfront with him, but he needs to apologize for being a dick to you. Okay?”
Millie nodded and ran her fingers through my hair as she gazed into my eyes. “Please tell me now if this isn’t what you want.”
She looked so vulnerable and scared, so as that Enrique guy quietly started singing about being someone’s Hero, I pulled her against my chest and hugged her tight.
“I want this,” I whispered against her hair. “I love you so damn much.”
My words must have rung true because she pushed back and kissed me. The urgency immediate as she grabbed my hair and tugged at it, while her tongue explored my mouth. Her lips on mine were soft and warm and every touch sent a thrill through my veins.
“Millie,” I moaned, against her mouth. “I fucking need you, baby.”
She smiled slowly, and lifting her arms, pulled off her blouse. Her beautiful, round breasts were revealed and made my dick throb in my pants. As my eyes drank her in, Millie reached and started to unbutton my shirt. She took her time and with each button that was opened, she landed a soft kiss to my chest, her tits rubbing against my skin. I felt as though I was going to force the zipper on my jeans open, I was so hard. When we were both naked from the waist up, Millie went for the button on my jeans. The whole time she was silent, the sparkle in her eyes telling me exactly what she was thinking. Once my jeans were undone I lifted my hips and allowed Millie to pull them down my legs, earning a cute giggle from Millie when she realized I had no underwear on. When my jeans were around my calves, she lifted up on her knees and undid her leather pants and, along with the tiny piece of lace that was her panties, she pushed them down and then sat back to shimmy them off, throwing them on the seat behind her.
“How do you want to do this, cowboy?” she asked, reaching around to gather her hair over one shoulder.
I could barely speak. Her beautiful pink nipples were rock hard and were inches from my lips, asking to be sucked. I leaned forward and took one of them into my mouth, eliciting a moan from Millie.
“Jesse,” she said breathily.
“How do you want it?” I asked, looking up at her, and I almost came there and then. Her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly parted, and her hand was at her chest, her fingertips trailing slowly over the swell of her breast. Not waiting to hear how Millie wanted me to fuck her, I put my hands at her waist and lifted her further up my thighs.
“Looks like you’re on top, baby,” I groaned before dragging my tongue back to her nipple.
Millie’s hand went to my granite hard dick and she wrapped her long fingers around it. Mom would call them ‘piano player’s fingers’; me, I’d call them ‘dick playing fingers’. They fit perfectly around me, and pumped me hard, before she lifted her ass and guided us so that we met perfectly.
“Fuck,” I gasped, as her beautiful pussy tightened around me. “You’re so damn perfect.”
“Perfect for you,” she whispered as she placed her hands on my shoulders and started to move her hips.
One of my hands went to the back of Millie’s neck to pull her in for a kiss, while the other went to her delicious ass. With each of her thrusts, my fingertips dug deeper into the soft plumpness.
Our breaths were hot and heavy, and were the only sound in the truck, as Millie thoroughly fucked me. As the rhythm of her hips sped up, my hands went to her waist and I began thrusting upwards to help her to bring our orgasms home. As we got closer, Millie buried her face in my neck and moaned; her lips warm and soft against my skin. I jacked upwards, hard and fast. Millie held tightly to my shoulders and called out my name as I lifted my hands to push her now wild hair back from her face.
“I need to see your beautiful eyes when you come,” I groaned as my fingers tangled in the thick strands of her hair.
“Jesse!” Millie cried, as our bodies moved against each other hot, sweaty and perfectly matched.
My woman felt amazing; she was everything, filling my soul and my heart and pushing me over the edge of pleasure as she screamed her own release into the stillness of the night.
Totally drained, I pulled Millie against my heaving chest and kissed her.
“I love you, Armalita,” I whispered breathlessly. “Don’t ever forget that.” She gave me a satisfied grin, kissed my chest, and then snuggled into my arms, exactly where she was meant to be.