Chapter 13 #3
“Yes,” Mila whispered, swiping her nose, then laughing self-deprecatingly. “I came in here to try to make you feel better, not start crying on your shoulder.”
Sadie touched Mila’s arm with genuine caring. “I don’t mind. You really do get it, don’t you?”
“I do,” Mila admitted. “It sucks not having your mom around. But, Sadie, you’re lucky the same way I was.
You have your dad, and I had my grandparents, and Aunt Claire and Uncle Rex.
And if you’d let me, I’d like to be there for you too.
Not because I’m trying to take your mom’s place but because I want to be your friend. ”
Sadie rose on her knees, hugging Mila tightly. “I’m sorry,” she said, repeating her apology. “For yelling at you like that.”
Mila pulled away, booping Sadie on the nose. “Forgiven.”
Boone was touched by the way Mila treated Sadie so gently and respectfully—not like someone trying to “play mom,” but as someone who saw his daughter and truly cared.
“Would you brush my hair?” Sadie asked. “My mom’s never done that, and I want to know what it feels like.”
Mila grinned. “Go grab a brush.”
Sadie scurried to her bathroom, returning with the brush. Mila positioned herself on her knees behind Sadie, who sat on the edge of the bed. Mila ran the brush slowly through her hair several times, and Boone felt hypnotized by the smooth, gentle strokes.
“Now,” Mila said. “What the heck is going on at school?”
Sadie launched into some serious middle school drama about the boy she liked suddenly sitting next to Piper in the cafeteria instead of her.
“Does Piper like him too?” Mila asked.
“She says no, because she knows I like him.”
“Sadie, if you ever hear anything I say, please hear this—boys are dumb, and they are never worth losing a good friend over.”
Boone had to fight to restrain his chuckle, then decided to walk away. Mila clearly had things well in hand.
He returned to the table, clearing away the dishes and packing the leftovers. He’d just started the dishwasher when Mila emerged from Sadie’s room, closing the door behind her.
He raised a questioning eyebrow.
Mila grinned. “Piper called, upset that Sadie was mad at her. I didn’t hear much, but I think they’re going to mend things just fine.”
Boone wrapped his arm around her waist, engulfing her in a hug. “Thank you for talking to her.”
“Of course,” Mila said, downplaying her role in making his daughter feel better.
Boone made a vow to compliment her every damn day until his woman learned her worth and realized just how special she was.
His woman.
Thinking those words felt right. Felt good.
“Come on. I’ll drive you home.” He knocked on Sadie’s door, peeking his head in. “I’m taking Mila home.”
She nodded and gave him a genuine, happy Sadie smile, then continued her phone call with Piper.
He felt twenty pounds lighter as he walked Mila to his truck, opening her door for her. Crossing to the driver’s side, he climbed behind the wheel and they started down the lane.
Boone glanced over at her knee-length skirt, aware that she’d changed before coming to dinner because he knew exactly what he’d stripped off her at lunch. “Did you wear that skirt for me?”
She laughed. “Absolutely. Today was a bit challenging in that pantry, fighting with my jeans.”
Boone chuckled. “So you were aiming for easy access?”
She shrugged, her face pure minx. “Maybe. If the spirit moved us and we had the opportunity.”
Boone pulled the truck off the road, the two of them tucked in the privacy of the surrounding woods, far enough from both his cabin and her farmhouse that no one would see them. Pushing his seat all the way back, he reached out. “Consider the spirit moved. Get over here.”
Mila giggled, climbing over the console until she was straddling his lap, facing him.
Boone had stolen a handful of quick kisses at the cabin, none of them enough for him. Kissing Mila was too good to be rushed. He gripped the back of her neck with one hand, guiding her this way and that as he deepened the kiss, his other hand slipping beneath her skirt.
Mila gasped, breaking the kiss when he slid his fingers beneath her panties. Her smile was sweet seduction when she started unfastening his jeans.
Sadly, they were both cognizant of the fact they couldn’t take their time and draw this out. Not that they’d managed to do that this weekend, either, when they were alone with all the time in the world.
Boone might be a forty-year-old man, but with her, he felt like a teenaged boy. Every time he sank his cock inside her, it took everything he had to hold off. And the moment he left her body, he was aching to get right back inside.
Mila opened his jeans, drawing his boxers over his dick until it sprang free. Then she wrapped her hand around it, stroking until he moaned.
As she worked her fingers up and down his shaft, he did his own exploring, rubbing her clit several times before pushing two fingers deep. “You’re soaking wet,” he murmured.
“It’s sort of becoming a problem for me,” she admitted. “Happens whenever you’re around.”
Boone drew his lips down her throat, licking a path, before flicking the top two buttons open on her blouse. She still had her winter coat on, but it didn’t hinder his progress when he shoved it and the blouse off, baring one shoulder so he could bite.
Mila gasped.
“Want you wearing my mark. Every day.” Boone had never said anything like that to a woman. Hell, he’d never even thought it, but there was some deep, primal part of him that needed to leave proof that she belonged to him. Even if it was somewhere only he and she could see.
“Lift up, darlin’.”
Mila complied, her hands digging into his shoulders as he guided his dick to her pussy. They groaned in unison when she sank down, not stopping until he was balls deep.
They froze there for a moment, just long enough for him to steal another kiss. Then he gripped her waist, helping as she pushed on her knees, and they were off to the fucking races.
Mila might have been inexperienced at first, but one week in proved she was a quick study. While he’d threatened/promised to tie her up, they’d never gotten there this past weekend. The sex too new and too exciting without bringing kink to the mix.
Mila rode him hard and fast, her chosen speed, and Boone used his grip to add his own force, loving the way she gasped and moaned and squeaked whenever his cock brushed different places inside.
Boone was getting close, but he hadn’t come before her yet, and damn if he was about to break that record. He stroked her clit, aware it was her self-destruct button.
“God, Boone,” she cried out, her body folding forward under the impact of his touch. “Too much. Too good.”
“Ain’t no such thing. Now be a good girl and come on my dick, darlin’. Squeeze all this come out of me.” He’d also discovered that dirty talk worked just as well as her self-destruct button, when it came to making his woman orgasm.
Mila threw her head back, almost hitting it on the roof of his truck as her climax struck, pulsing through her and around him until she was milking him dry.
“Mila!” he groaned. “Darlin’…love.”
They held on to each other, her hands wrapping around his neck, her forehead falling to rest on his shoulder as they struggled to catch their breath.
For a moment, she was so still and quiet, he wondered if she’d fallen asleep. If she had, Boone was fully prepared to spend the rest of the night right here, like this, holding her on his lap, his softening dick still deep within her.
Eventually, she lifted her head. “It keeps getting better.”
He nodded. “It does.”
“I’m never going to get enough of this,” she admitted, before biting her lip, clearly concerned she’d said too much.
He tugged on her chin, dislodging her lip from her teeth so he could give her a quick kiss. “Me neither.”
She smiled at him like he’d given her a dozen roses, and Boone huffed out a laugh. This woman was good for the soul.
They laughed together as they struggled to disentangle with their clothing messed up. Once she managed to get back to her seat, they took a minute to put themselves to rights. Mila buttoning her blouse and shoving down her skirt, Boone refastening his jeans.
He hoped her sisters were already in their rooms, because Mila had a dreamy, happy, just-fucked glow about her.
Then he realized he didn’t really care if Nora and Remi were awake or if they noticed.
While he was prepared to give Mila time to be sure about them before they announced their relationship, he wouldn’t be upset if the beans got spilled accidentally and sped up the process.
Then he considered Sadie…and he mentally slowed his roll. He wanted to tell her about him and Mila himself, not have her overhear it through the Stormy Weather Farm grapevine—aka Maverick.
Pulling back on the road, he drove Mila home. There was a light on in the living room, which made sense, considering it wasn’t that late.
“Good night, Boone,” Mila said, glancing toward the window, then bending close to give him a quick kiss.
“Night, darlin’.”
“Meet me in the winery kitchen tomorrow for lunch?”
He nodded. “I’ll bring the leftover wings and salad.”
“Should I wear a skirt?” she joked, though there was no denying what answer she was hoping for.
“Mila, you could wear a damn chastity belt and it wouldn’t stop me.”
She laughed, blushing.
“Thanks again for helping Sadie. You handled it so well,” he said, wanting her to know just how much he appreciated what she’d done for them.
“You’re welcome,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows playfully, showing off how well she’d managed to take his praise.
“Good girl. You’re learning.”
She got out of the truck, waving when she got to the front porch, then walked inside.
Boone backed out of the driveway and headed down the road, not aware until he’d walked into his own cabin that he’d been smiling the whole way home.
He was in love.
Hot damn.