Chapter Eight
Drew
Goddamn it, I knew what I did was wrong. I should’ve never touched her, but I couldn't keep my hands to myself. I wanted to feel her. Fuck, I needed to. But I’d warned her. I warned her what I’d do, and it was her damn fault for not believing me. I didn't take anything from her, though. I gave her her first orgasm, and that alone was the best damn gift a woman could ever receive.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The alarm that I’d set to wake me up went off and I flicked the off switch. I was up tossin’ and turnin’ all night, and once the clock read 2:49 am, I decided I might as well just stay awake. No sleep. Today was gonna to be an awful fucking day, especially since I was gonna have to deal with Millie and her emotional bullshit attitude all day.
Lugging myself out of bed, I threw on a pair of socks, slipped into my jeans, and then my boots. My stomach growled, reminding me that Nora wouldn't be here to make a full course breakfast. I walked quietly out of the room, letting curiosity got the best of me. I turned toward the stairs and made my way up to Millie’s room, turning the doorknob slowly so as to not wake her. I peeked inside and saw her sleeping soundly.
Closing the door just as quietly, I leaned against the hallway wall and let out a sigh of relief mixed with the guilt that I’d been feeling. Then I walked down to the kitchen, opened up the fridge, and looked around for something I could eat quickly. I pulled out three eggs and the milk jug, then set them on the counter.
Opening up a couple cabinets, I found the bread. Eggs and toast for today’s breakfast it was. After eating my mediocre meal, since I couldn’t cook worth a damn, I headed out to the barn to get ready for the day’s work which happened to be shampooing and brushing the horses, trimming their hooves, and cleaning out their stalls.
Might even ride one today, if Millie didn’t kill me first.
Hours had passed, and the sun hung high in the sky, bringing the Georgia heat with it. I figured now was a good time to take a small break. I walked up the porch and grabbed hold of the railing, noticing how it was coming loose and that the wood was splitting.
My eyes scanned all of the railings that wrapped around the porch, and I noticed then that they were all worn down and splitting. I made a mental note to tend to all of them as soon as possible.
I eyed the house next. The white paint was worn and chipped. I supposed it, too, could use a fresh set of paint or at least a good pressure wash. I opened the screen door and walked into the house, and there stood Millie in a skimpy little nightgown baring her ass cheeks just below the fabric. A groan threatened to spill from my lips. The second she noticed me in the doorway she jumped and covered herself with her hands, pulling at the bottom of her nightgown as if she could cover up all the skin she was exposing.
“Shouldn’t you be shoveling shit or something like that?” Her words bit, but I expected that.
“Yep, somethin’ like that.” I walked away from her and headed toward my room so I could kick my feet up for a couple minutes before starting on more work.
Kicking my boots off, I sat down on the bed and rubbed my hands through my hair.
What the fuck had I done? Millie was mine and I need to treat her as such.
My mind battled over the thoughts in my head, whether or not I should apologize and take her like she wanted me to. Lord knew I wanted to and that would be the only chance I got. I sighed, and not even two seconds later did I hear Millie stomping past my bedroom and up the stairs, making her presence obnoxiously clear.
My mind raced back and forth, images of last night flooding my memories and making my cock twitch with life.
That goddamn attitude of hers.
I needed some fresh air. Cutting my break short, I got back up and shoved my feet into my boot, and then laced them up. I could still hear Millie stomping around all over upstairs, and I needed to get away from the noise before I did something crazy like spank her ass.
I had just grabbed my hat and placed it on my head when I heard the pounding of her feet coming back down the stairs.
I gritted my teeth and exited the bedroom at the same time she landed on the last step of the stairs. My eyes collided with her green ones, pain and anger reflecting back at me. I eyed her up and down, taking in the yellow sundress she was wearing. It complemented her tan and accented her eyes, and my cock grew harder.
“I'm going out. Don’t wait up,” she mumbled over her shoulder, probably hoping I wouldn't hear her.
Who the fuck did she think she was?
My mind shifted to the words she had spoken to me yesterday. Was she going to find someone else to touch her and feel her like I should've been doing right this very second?
“Goin’ out? It's just now noon. What the fuck are you going to do this afternoon?” I sounded like that possessive boyfriend, but this is what she was doing to me. This is what she wanted.
She was making the man deep inside of me beg to come out, and I was almost weak enough for her to give in to that desire.
“Don't act like you give a shit about what I do or who I see,” she sneered. A zing of electricity shot through my groin. I swore this woman needed an attitude adjustment. I wanted to pour my heart out to her and tell her why I couldn't do this with her.
“You're right, I don't give a fuck. Do what you need to do,” I lied, wanting nothing more than to tell her how pissed I was at her stupidity. She had to know how badly I wanted her. She just didn't know why I couldn’t cross that line. I held my breath as she stood before me. She gave nothing away, and that was more annoying than the silence she was giving me.
“Why don’t you want me, Drew?” Her voice cracked, and so did the thumping organ in my chest. I forced myself to breathe normally.
Did she really assume I didn't want her?
The need to show her how much I wanted to possess her body was killing me, but I stood my ground, knowing nothing good could come from this. I wasn't the right man for her, and I never would be, no matter how much I wanted to be.
“It's not about not wanting you. It’s about doin’ the right thing, sweets.” My heart sunk into my stomach as her face morphed into a look of pure anguish. She wanted this, me, so badly, and all I was doing was ripping her heart out every day.
“I don't believe you,” she spat her words, each one crawling its way under my skin. Of course, she didn't. She thought I was a piece of shit and that I didn't want her.
If only she knew the things I had thought about doing to her, or the things that I would be sacrificing by being with her. A part of me wanted to tell her everything, but then another part of me knew it wouldn’t change anything.
A line had been drawn in the sand, and crossing it meant war.
“Then don't, but it's the truth, and if you don’t believe me, come feel how hard I am for you right now.” My eyes darkened, and so did Millie's.
She wanted to take me up on my offer.
“Well, if that were true then you'd do something. You wouldn't just stand there and—” I crossed the small space that separated us, grasping her small hand in mine before placing it against the front of my jeans over my steel hard cock.
A gasp left her lips, and all I could do was smile because proving her wrong—hell, proving to her how much I wanted her—gave me a satisfaction I had never felt before.
She pulled away as if her hand was on fire, her green eyes blazing with fury. “I told you I wanted you, darlin’. It ain't my fault if you don't believe me.” I chuckled, feeling as if I might actually have the one-up on her.
“What….” Her tongue was tied in knots as she stumbled over her words, her cheeks flushed with need.
“It's for the best. Either way, I already promised your daddy I wouldn't touch you, and we both know that you deserve a man that's worthy of your virginity. I'll be the first to tell you that man ain't me,” I quipped, shoving my lonely hands into the pockets of my Wranglers.
I could tell Millie was getting angry, her tiny fists balled up tightly and her eyes held an emotion I couldn't quite read, and the longer I stared at her, the more I wanted her, in my bed, riding my cock…
“I'm not a virgin.” The lie stung her tongue before it even left her lips, and I couldn’t help but smirk. She was a terrible fucking liar.
I leaned into her small frame, the scent of vanilla and some type of berries entering my nostrils. God, she smelled good enough to eat, and if I wasn’t a man of my word, I would have already been buried between those tan thighs of hers.
I kept my voice low and my eyes on hers, not wanting her to miss the message I was sending to her. “I’ve been inside that tight hole of yours, and I know for a fact a cock’s never been inside it. Not with how tight your pussy was squeezing my finger when you fell apart against my hand the other night.”
I had relived the memory a million times over, and it was never better than experiencing it the first time.
“You’ll never know now, will you?” She straightened her shoulders, giving me a determined look.
“Not when I know that’s just what you want me to do. You want me to strip you bare and take you against the wall or kitchen table. You want me to be the first man to pop your cherry, and I won’t be. Not because I don’t want to, because I really, really want to, but because you deserve better, sweetness.” I narrowed my eyes further while taking a step forward, forcing her small frame against mine.
She was trapped with nowhere to run. “Now, run along before I break every rule your daddy told me not to cross.” I licked my lips, watching as she weighed her options. She wanted to disobey me, but she also knew that if I did any wrong and her daddy found out, I would be gone, and neither of us could have that. Not when I needed this place more than I needed her body.
“Keep denying me, Drew, but it doesn’t change the fact that I know you still want me,” she hissed, shoving past me. I moved, letting her frail body shove mine out of the way. I would give her this moment, this one win, because she needed it more than I did.
The blaring of Rae’s Jeep horn sounded down the driveway. I sighed. Great, she was leaving. Maybe I could get the rest of the work I needed to get done around here without worrying about her ass for more than a couple hours.