C H A P T E R S E V E N

MILLER

After I carried her to the shower still pinned on my dick, I washed her magnificent body. Taking in every inch, loving her with my mouth, until she covered my lips with more of her cum.

I bent her over in the shower and took her from behind, unable to resist even after I’d cum a handful of times already. Her body somehow even tighter on me at that angle, and it brought me to a new release, her pussy clamping down until it was painful. But I loved every moment, every sensation as her insides clutched around me with her own orgasm.

Just as I’m toweling her off, the distant yelps from the kitchen draw our attention. I have a sudden flash of guilt, mixed with jealousy for just one more peaceful moment with Lela.

“I was hired to train your puppy, you do remember that, don’t you?” she says, a grin spreading over her face. “I’m falling down on the job already.”

“You’re doing just fine.” I towel her hair and then pause to admire our reflection in the steamy mirror, standing together, looking so right in such a short amount of time. “You had to tame another beast first. Now you can deal with that one.” I nod toward the yelping.

I give her a quick kiss hating that I have to leave her for a bit.

“It’s a miracle I’m able to stand, let alone walk, after dealing with that beast you have down there.”

I love the playfulness in her voice. The hint of self-consciousness she showed earlier is gone now as I finish drying her hair and run a hand down her front, between her breasts, until I settle it on her plush belly. A burst of wonder that my baby could already be growing inside her spins in my head.

I’ve never felt that before. Nothing paternal has ever crossed my mind, not until the day I saw her at the fair. In that brief encounter, a vision of us consumed my mind. Her wearing white with a round belly, walking down the aisle toward me. I didn’t fully understand it then, but now I do. It wasn’t just a fantasy; it was a vision of the future, of things to come.

Reality cuts into the moment as I realize the time.  I told Lela I’d have to get back to work. Time is ticking by and I have to get this work done so I can come back and enjoy her without worrying. 

“I have a client coming I told you earlier. I wish I didn’t have to go, but I’m finishing up a private commission, and I need to put the final touches on the blade.” I drop the towel on the floor and turn her around so I can look into those bottomless blue eyes. “I need at least the rest of today and tonight. Maybe more. I never know until I get started. Right now, there’s nothing I’d like more than to spend all my time with you, training Little Shit, but I have to do this. I’m sorry. I’ll try to be back as soon as I can. I’ll take breaks and come back and check up on you.  Let me go grab your backpack. I assume you brought more clothes?”

Her giggle warms my heart as she rests her forehead on my chest, then leans her head back and looks up at me with a sweet smile. “Yes, I brought clothes. I have another duffel in the truck. Although, those were my favorite shorts, so you owe me, Miller Rhodes.”

“I do owe you. And I intend to repay you every chance I get.”

I rub my hard cock into her tummy.

Little Shit yelps again, and Lela tips her head playfully, calling out and not caring who might be listening.

“I hear you, sweet puppy. Just tell your father here to let me go.”

I laugh. “Never. I’m never letting you go.”

“Well, at least give me a little leash so I can do my job. From what I see around here, this little mutt is going to destroy your place if you don’t let me help.”

“Fine. I have to go out and get to work.”

I walk us forward to the bedroom, holding her hand. “Wait here. I’ll get your backpack. Never know when one of my assistants might come traipsing into the house,” I say while making a mental note to have an immediate staff meeting and lay down the new law about staying the hell away from the house. And certainly no one is allowed to come in any longer without knocking.

Or calling.

Or both.

I walk out into the living room and scoop up her pack, then grab my cell from the kitchen counter. The screen is covered with text messages from Carson wondering when I’m coming back out to the forge. I roll my eyes as Little Shit grumbles from her makeshift run.

“You be good for Lela, mutt.”

She growls and sits on her haunches, regarding me suspiciously as I turn around and head back to the bedroom.

“All right, then. You’ll be okay with Killer out there? Help yourself to anything in the house.  I’m low on food. Snoop around as much as you like.”

“You have stuff for baking?  I can bake.  Anything.  I have a gift.  What do you like?  Cupcakes?  You look like a cupcake guy.”

“You bake it, I’ll eat it.  That’s the kind of guy I am.”

“Okay. I’ll surprise you.”

“I can’t wait. Okay, Pip, I have to go take care of this business. I’ll be in that big building you saw as you pulled in the drive, that’s where I have my forge. So if you need anything—anything at all—just walk down there and hit the button outside the door. There’s a big light that goes off inside because you can’t hear shit inside. You can come in if you like, but it’s hot as hell in there, and I won’t be able to take much time to show you around until this job is done.”

“Okay. I’ll be fine. But someday I’d love to watch you work.”

“Oh, you’re going to see me work, all right.”

I place a kiss on her forehead as she opens her backpack and roots around among clothes that have been stuffed, rather than packed, inside. As much as I might want to stay buried inside her the rest of the day, I have to go. 

“We’ll be picking up right where we left off I assure you. My mouth will be on that pussy of yours for the duration because I’m addicted. Just so you know.”