CHAPTER SEVEN
MILLIE
An image of Drew’s cock would forever be burned into my mind. He was huge and thick, and Jesus Christ, I didn’t think a man could look as good as he did completely bare to the world. I licked my lips in anticipation, knowing without a doubt in my mind that I wanted to give myself to him.
Daddy walked through the screen door a moment later, killing the mood completely. He stared at me, his eyes warm. “How's my sweet girl?
“I’m good, Daddy. How’s the best man in the whole wide world?” I wrapped my arms around his big belly, and he closed his arms around me, giving me a big bear hug.
“I'm good, sweetie. I’ll be headed out of town this mornin’ for the annual State Farmers Association meeting. I’ve already talked to Drew, and he knows he’s gotta keep an eye on you and everything else on the farm.”
My blood heated to a rolling boil instantly.
“What? You don’t trust me, Daddy?” I tried to pull away, but he hugged me tighter to his chest, stopping my escape before it could even start. I placed my head against his chest, listening to his breaths, even one seeming labored.
“Now don’t be goin’ and gettin’ pissy over this. You know I trust you, but you’re my baby girl and he’s gettin’ paid to work. That’s all he’ll be doin’, business as usual.” I sighed and inhaled the musky scent from of his old button-up shirt.
“Alright, Daddy. Fine,” I said through pouted lips. Daddy kissed my forehead and released me from his embrace.
“You better get to studyin’. Don’t you have finals next week for these summer classes?” He coughed, a deep, hoarse cough. The cough itself was horrible, but that’s not what scared me. What scared me was how much it took from him. His face seemed to have grown blue as he sucked in oxygen, as if he was starving for it.
“I do, Daddy. I’ll get to studyin’, don’t worry. I think you need to get yourself to a doctor for that cough, though.” I could tell by the warm glaze of his eyes that I reminded him of Momma.
“Oh, it was just a damn tickle in my throat. I’m fine. Get goin’.” He chuckled and walked out the screen door with a small duffle bag.
I ran after him. “Daddy! Wait! Did you remember your folder with the profit information? I want you to win that award this year, Daddy!” He nodded his head and held up a Manila folder.
“Good job, Daddy! Have a good weekend and don’t forget to call me at least once.” I brought my fingers to my lips, kissed them, and blew them to him. He gave me a wink and smiled before walking up the driveway to his truck. I walked back into the house and up to my room to fetch my textbooks and flashcards.
I had a huge exam that I needed to study for, though my mind kept drifting back to Drew and his huge—
A throat cleared behind me, startling the ever-loving-shit out of me. My flashcards and textbook fell to the floor in a heap, the flashcards themselves going in twenty different directions.
I turned on the culprit and stared Drew right in his brown eyes. “Ever heard of knockin’?” I was still angry with him for being such an ass yesterday, and well, today too, but I wasn’t angry enough that I wanted him to leave.
“Whatcha doin’?” His tongue slipped out over his bottom lip, and my insides turned to goop. The things he could do with that tongue. Jesus. I squeezed my eyes closed before shaking my head as I leaned down to pick up the mess he had caused.
“Studyin’, and I don’t want to hear a peep from you. Just ‘cause my daddy left you in charge of the house and farm don’t mean you’re in charge of me.” I stacked the flashcards I could reach on top of the textbook and stood, not having realized that Drew had moved from the doorway to the inside of my room.
“Is that so?” That fire in his eyes that I loved to see flickered, and I wondered if the old Drew was going to come out to play. I wanted him back. God did I ever.
I stared up at him, wanting to run my fingers through his brown hair. Would he let me touch him again, or would he leave me hanging? As if Drew could see where my mind was going, he changed the subject.
“What kind of appointments does your daddy got?” I blinked, not quite sure what it was he was talking about.
“What do you mean?” Confusion laced my words, and Drew looked at me as if I was crazy. I had no idea what it was he was talking about. “I don’t understand what you’re asking.”
Drew scrubbed a hand down his face. “Your daddy said he had some doctors appointments and that that’s why I would be looking over you.” It hit me then—the hobbling, the coughing—the reason he hired Drew was because he was sick.
I clutched a hand to my chest and sagged to the floor. This couldn’t be happening again, not after losing Momma so soon. Daddy was my everything, every reason for workin’ so hard and tryin’ to get this degree. I wasn’t doin’ it for me; it was for him and Momma.
“Hey…” Drew sunk to the floor on his knees in front of me, his hands cupping both of my cheeks while he forced me to look him in the eye. He smelled clean, like soap, and his scent calmed me.
“What’s going on? I’m here, talk to me,” Drew pleaded, his features soft where they were rough and dark just seconds ago.
“He’s sick, and we just lost Momma, and I can’t lose him…” The words came out in a flurry. I wanted the world to stop spinning just so I could catch up.
A shudder ran down my spine as the pad of Drew’s thumb ran lazily against my bottom lip. I knew tears had formed in my eyes, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything right now.
“I’m sorry, darlin’. I didn’t know that you didn’t know.” His words were sincere. I shook my head, trying to get everything that was going on inside it to stop.
I couldn’t lose Daddy. He was all we had left. A sob shattered through my chest, and I let go of the tears I was holding back. They slid down my cheeks with ease, and I hated how much it hurt me to know he was keepin’ shit from me.
“He’s all I got left. Momma’s gone. If he’s gone, too, then who do I have?” I cried, hating that Daddy hid his illness from me. Drew wiped away the tears that clung to my cheeks and placed a featherlight kiss against them as if they were injuries and he was trying to make them better.
“I know loss, sweetness, and I know heartache. You won’t be alone. You’ll never be alone.” I opened my eyes at his soft words. They were like a warm blanket on a cold night against my skin, a healing balm.
“Yes, I will be. You don’t want me, Drew, so don’t make promises you can’t keep. The second you get the chance, you’ll be gone.”
“Don’t want you?” Astonishment and hurt took over Drew’s rugged features. The brown in his eyes darkened, and I wanted to push him just to see what would happen next.
“Yes. You told me you don’t want me, you told me you can’t do this, that you won’t disobey Daddy, or some annoying, pathetic excuse that a man comes up with—” The words were cut off as Drew’s lips crashed into mine.
There was heat, God was there heat, and one second we were on the floor together and the next I was in his arms, on my bed, our lips fused together as if we were one.
“Does this look like I don’t want you?” The words rumbled deep inside his chest as his lips moved against mine. I didn’t care about anything but his lips being on mine in that moment. He could say whatever the hell he wanted, so long as he was kissing me.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I countered speaking the words against his lips, feeling his fingers dig into my hips at my challenge. I was wearing nothing more than a bra, panties, and my white cotton sundress and I knew it wouldn’t take long for all of those things to disappear off my body.
With precision, Drew released my hips and ran his calloused hands up and down my bare arms, sending tingles of pleasure straight to my core. His lips slanted against mine harder as he kissed me with passion and meaning, like how a real man should kiss a woman.
Fear of what would happen next left me because I knew he wouldn’t just take from me and leave. Drew might’ve been an asshole, but he had a heart underneath all that ink.
“I need to feel you,” he pleaded, pulling away just enough for me to catch my breath. I didn’t know what he wanted me to do, but I would do it.
“I’ve never done this with anyone before…” I could feel my cheeks heating, and Drew’s eyes went wide before he moved his hand up my white dress. His fingertips danced across my skin as he moved them feverishly to the most delicate part of my body.
“Don’t fret, darlin’. I’m not takin’ anything from you. I’m just gonna give ya somethin’ you’ve never had before, okay?” I nodded nervously. I was a bundle of nerves, but I had never been so excited for the unknown.
The anticipation of what he was about to do was building, making my palms clammy and my heartbeat heavy in my chest. His eyes remained on mine, making sure I was okay with his movements, his fingers ghosting at the hem of my panties.
“You sure you want this, sweetheart?” Drew asked huskily, his voice taking on a tone I had never heard. I nodded my head up and down, never wanting the moment to end. He must've believed me because in seconds he was back to touching me again, his hand gently shifting my panties to the side. I felt one thick digit at my entrance, and a shiver ran through me. I gripped onto Drew’s forearm for strength.
“Fuck. Me. You're already drenched for me and I haven't even started yet.” Drew panted, and I could feel the temperature in my cheeks rise.
Was I? Had I done something wrong?
“Is…Is…that…bad?” I questioned through a shaky whisper, unsure if I was doing any of this right. I should’ve known I’d ruin the moment the second it happened.
“Oh, God, no. It’s fucking glorious.” His smile stretched and he bit at his bottom lip in that sexy make-you-wanna-jump-him way.
“You’re okay, right? Because if not, I'll stop. It'll be fucking hard as hell, but I will.” I could tell Drew didn't want to stop, and I didn't want him to stop either.
“Stop and I'll kill you,” I teased with a shy smile.
His eyebrow rose and a possessive look crossed his features. “You best watch that attitude, darlin’, before I take you across my knee.”
Butterflies filled my belly at the thought of his rough hands spanking me, and the more I thought about it, the more I thought I'd like it.
“Be careful, I might like that…” I had barely gotten the words out and I could feel that thick digit of his gently sliding into me, my center squeezing around his thick finger.
He paused as if he wanted me to get used to the strange invasion, and then he started moving.
In and out.
In and out.
The rhythm of that one single finger was going to send me over the edge, and with the flick of his wrist, he had shifted his finger, rubbing me from the inside out with nothing more than the tip of his finger.
My legs started to shift beneath him, my breaths coming out as pants as my heart thudded against my rib cage. I couldn't keep my eyes off him or the way he possessed my body. I thrust my hips upward, wanting more from him.
His eyes remained on mine, his tongue slipping out over his bottom lip as he upped his pace, the slickness of my pussy making his movements faster.
“Tell me if I'm hurting you...” My heart soared out of my chest. He cared so much for me, and I wanted to give him this moment.
“You’re not.” My voice was filled with sex as our eyes collided, fire filling the deep pits of my belly.
“Good, now come for me, sweetness. I feel you tightening. Fall apart. I've got you,” he ordered while moving the pad of his thumb to my clit. He made quick work of the tight bundle of nerves, pressing his thumb against it firmly while moving it in circular motions. The pressure was building, and a squeak escaped my mouth, causing the heat in my face to return.
“I’m so sorry! That’s so embarrassin’!” The words flew out of my mouth in a hurry, and Drew placed a finger from his other hand over my lips to shush me. I got what he was saying right away and let myself feel what it was he was doing to my body.
Gently, he pulled the sleeve of my dress along with the strap of my bra down in one swift tug, exposing my bare breast. The cold air sent goose bumps across my skin.
His hand traveled back up my side and he squeezed my breast, hard, continuing to rub his thumb on my clit and slide his finger in and out of me. He dropped his mouth to my nipple and sucked hard, nibbling gently.
My toes began to curl and I could feel the pressure building in my belly. I felt as though I was going to explode. My head tilted back and I let out a loud scream as my body shook and my hips ground against his hand, a rush of electricity and warm wetness pooling between my thighs. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my body floated above me. I felt high, as if I was in another dimension.
When I finally came back down to earth and my eyes fluttered open, I peered up at Drew. My knight, my savior. I reached for him, feeling his stiff cock in his jeans.
“I think that's enough for one night, darlin’.” His eyes said otherwise, but his body language and voice were cold.
Gently, he removed his finger from deep within me and fixed my dress while I merely laid there, shocked at how hot and cold he could be.
“Did I do something wrong?” Fear coursed through me. I had just gotten a taste of him and he was done with me already?
He shook his head, guilt filling his eyes. “Not at all.” His voice was clipped, and I knew there was something wrong.
I shot up from the mattress, my legs shaking with aftershocks from the orgasm he had just given me.
“Do you regret it? Making me come?” Under normal circumstances, my cheeks would've been blushed, but I was angry, too far concerned with what was taking place in front of me.
“Nope, but it can't happen again.” He moved toward the door as if that was the end of our conversation, his body tense and his fists clenched.
Always getting the last word, huh? Not today.
“You can't just touch me like that and tell me it won't happen ever again.” He was so wishy washy, and I wanted to know why.
“Well, I can and I just did. It was a lapse in judgment. Forgive me.” The asshole was back, and the man beneath the mask—the man I saw the first day here—was gone.
“A lapse in judgement!” I screamed, mocking his condescending tone. I was fed up, I was angry, I was done. If he didn't want me I would find someone who did.
“Yes, darlin’...” He reached for the door, and I decided then to lay out all my cards.
“Well, if you ain't going to give me what I want, then I'll get it elsewhere. I'm not required to hold out for you, Drew. You ain't my daddy or my boyfriend.” I regretted the words almost the moment they flew out of my mouth. A visible ripple of anger slid down his spine as he turned on me, the heat of his body removing the cold in seconds.
“Just remember, it I ain't gonna be me there to save your ass again if you find yourself in a bad situation. Then again, if you go out looking for it, then you probably…” Hurt like I'd never felt before ripped through me, and I pulled my hand back, landing a hard slap across Drew's right cheek. Silence filled the room and fear filled my belly as his face morphed into something else. We had gone from pleasure to pain in seconds and I hated it.
“I warned you once.” His words only angered me more. I pulled back my hand to slap him again, but this time he won by catching my wrist in his steel grip. He squeezed a warning as I tried to pull out of his hold.
“Leave. Go. I don't want to see your face again. I don't want you to touch me or even look at me.” I spat the words in disgust and almost let out a sob as he released my wrist and walked back toward the door.
“In fact, maybe I'll tell Daddy what you did.” I wanted him angry. I wanted him to feel the same pain as me. The door opened, and just when I thought he was going to walk out without another word, he turned the doorknob still in his grip.
“You might be mad at me, but you don't want me to leave. I know that much, so go ahead. Do what you must, darlin’.”