“I’m on fucking fire waiting out here listening to my brother make love to you in there. Get back in.” She stepped back into the shower. Hank laughed as Marco stepped around him.
Marco placed Millie under the cold spray of water. She shivered then grabbed on to him, trying to find warmth in his embrace.
“Don’t worry, bab
y, you won’t feel so cold in a second.” He lowered to the shower floor and lifted one of her legs. He placed it on his knee and opened her to his viewing. “Fuck, baby, your pussy looks so good. I thought about eating your cream all day.” She moaned then placed her hands palm down against the wall of the shower, giving his mouth full access to her cunt.
A swipe of his tongue and Millie was shaking.
“See, baby, not so cold now, huh?” he asked, and she shook her head. He licked across her pussy lips then pressed his tongue between the folds. Instantly, Millie was grabbing his head, running her fingers through his hair, and then caressed his shoulder. He nipped her lightly, surprising her.
“Be a good girl and lean back so I can get me a nice, long taste of what’s mine.” She did as she was told. She leaned back but moved her hips forward. He took a moment to press a finger up into her, making her immediately ride his digit.
“That’s it, baby. So wet and needy for cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, oh please, Marco, please.”
Marco chuckled then pulled his finger from her folds. She lost her balance and he caught her by her hips.
“Time to fulfill one of my fantasies, sweetness.”
He turned her around, placed her hands palm up against the wall, then pulled her hips back a little so she was bent over. Millie gasped and he used his thigh to spread her thighs then lined his cock up to her pussy from behind.
“I love this ass. Tonight, I’m going to fuck it.”
He thrust into her in one smooth stroke and Millie moaned. In and out he stroked his cock between her tight vaginal muscles, loving the feel of them gripping him. It was pure torture and he was so incredibly aroused and needy for her just as his brothers were. He didn’t want to think about the danger she was in. It made him angry and possessive. As the thoughts filled his mind he increased his thrusts, grabbed her hips, and plunged into her repeatedly until he could no longer take the exquisite tightness.
“Fuck, baby, I love you. I love you,” he blurted out, and Millie said something. He thought she said “I love you, too,” but his ears were ringing. He felt deaf as he wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned against her and the wall. His breathing calmed as he caressed her body, slowly pulling apart from her. Her cheek was pressed against the wall of the shower, her eyes closed.
“I can’t move. My legs feel like jelly,” Millie stated.
Marco chuckled.
“I’ll take care of you, sweetness. Come here.”
He turned her around and hugged her to him. The water was really cold now, practically ice cold, and she began to shiver.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, turning off the water.
“Good idea,” she replied, teeth chattering. He quickly wrapped her in a towel and carried out to the bedroom.
* * * *
Millie was so tired she was practically falling asleep at the kitchen table. Her men took complete advantage of her condition and explained the schedule for the next week in regards to her protection, where she could go, and who would be watching over her. She took a deep breath as they began to clear the table of the wonderfully cooked meal by Anthony. The chicken was tender and the corn sweet and she complimented him on a job well done. Meanwhile, she glanced at Dalton, who looked so sad and angry it bothered her. Why was he keeping his distance? He was the only one to not make love to her today and she needed him. It was odd, but even though she made love with Anthony, Jeremy, Hank, and Marco, she felt incomplete not having Dalton. That fact sure did freak her out. Instead of focusing on that, she figured they had spoken enough and it was time to stand her ground on some changes to their well thought out schedule.
She dabbed her mouth with her napkin and pushed slowly away from the table. She stood up on shaky, tired legs and began to carry her plate to the sink when Hank took it from her.
“Sit down, baby. You look like you’re about to fall over.”
She released an annoyed sigh as he took the dish from her and Dalton pulled out a chair for her to sit.
“I’m fine. In regards to this little schedule you all came up with, there are some much-needed changes.” That statement seemed to get their attention as all action stopped and the room fell silent.
Dalton had his arms crossed in front of his chest as he leaned against the counter. The others just looked ready as if they expected her challenge. Good. Maybe they didn’t think she was such a pushover after all.
“Tomorrow morning I will not be leaving with Jeremy and Anthony for the Triple C. Hank and Dalton will be giving me a ride to the dojo for my training session. Also, I will need to be at the shelter for the day, helping out some of the new women and finishing decorating the rec center. One of you can pick me up at seven if you think it’s necessary and you’re unwilling to let me drive, that is. Then the following week—” She stopped midsentence as Dalton stalked toward her. The look in his eyes did wonders to her insides. He was not a man to reckon with and she knew it, but she wouldn’t back down. It’s not like she was telling anyone to not protect her, it was just that she still needed to work, to train so she felt confident and had some control.
“There’s no need for training when you’ve got us. You’re not going around without an escort and you’re not pushing us away so you can try to act tough and confident when you’re scared inside. We won’t accept that.” Dalton stood a few feet in front of her. She looked up into his face.