Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Boone opened his eyes, the early morning pale gray sky telling him dawn was on its way.
Last night had gone from being a complete disaster with Lena’s appearance to one of the best night’s he’d had in a damn long time.
After dinner, Mila had led him upstairs, where they’d taken turns undressing each other. From there, they’d lain on her bed and he’d made love to her, the two of them kissing, touching, talking, and losing themselves in each other.
It seemed funny that Lena believed Boone had been saving himself the past decade for her, when it was crystal clear to him the one he’d been waiting to meet and fall head over ass in love with was Mila.
He was unsurprised when Mila lifted her head from his chest. Like him, her internal alarm clock sounded early.
“Morning,” she said softly.
Boone kissed her forehead. “Morning, beautiful.”
Mila shifted to her back, stretching. The movement caused the sheet to slip down, revealing her bare breasts. Boone couldn’t resist such a treat when it was laid out right in front of him. Shifting to his side, he cupped one, then leaned forward to draw her tight nipple into his mouth.
Mila moaned in pleasure.
“Sisters home?” he murmured.
Mila shook her head.
“How can you be sure?”
She snorted a breathy laugh. “Remi lumbers around this house like an eight-hundred-pound man. Believe me when I say, we would have heard them come in.”
“Good,” Boone said, sucking her nipple back into his mouth, drawing on it harder, loving the way Mila squeaked. They were still learning and discovering each other’s turn-ons and limits. So far, their sexual desires lined up perfectly.
Mila closed her fists around his hair, her back arching to invite him to suck even harder.
He savored that whimper of hers that was half pain, half pleasure.
She’d confessed during one of their Tuesday night truck quickies that she liked when he pinched her nipples, enjoyed the flash of pain more than she expected.
If he could, he’d spend the rest of the day focused solely on her gorgeous tits, but the clock was ticking…as always. He swore to himself that one day—hopefully soon—he and Mila wouldn’t always have to steal these too-brief moments.
Dragging his tongue through the valley of her breasts, he continued downward, amused when she giggled as he made his way over her stomach. His girl was ticklish. He teasingly dipped the tip of his tongue into her belly button, her hands swatting him away as she laughed harder.
“Boone.”
He placed a quick kiss on her stomach, then preceded to journey downward until he hit his true goal. Mila confessed early on that he was the first man to ever go down on her, and then she let him know that she was “a big fan.”
Laughter had become an integral part of their liaisons.
Despite their short association, they’d grown truly comfortable with each other, Boone feeling more at ease with her than any other person he’d ever known.
Mila remarked that it felt like they’d known each other for much longer, and he agreed.
In some ways, it felt as if she’d always been a part of his life because she fit so seamlessly into it.
Mila gasped when Boone wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking on it.
“God,” she said, her fingers stroking through his hair, her body writhing.
He drew his tongue along her slit, pushing it inside her as she cried out his name.
“So good,” she said.
Boone loved how responsive Mila was. She was already soaking wet and ready for him.
At some point, perhaps she’d learn how to hold back her orgasms, but right now, as this was all too new and powerful, she tended to come very quickly and multiple times.
Boone wasn’t going to pretend that was not a huge turn-on—and ego boost. There were times when he felt every minute of his forty years, but that vanished with Mila.
With her, he felt as vigorous and virile as a twenty-year-old man.
Returning to her clit, he ran his tongue around the sensitive bud as he pushed two fingers inside her pussy. Within a dozen strokes, Mila was there, her back arching as her climax struck hard.
Boone stroked her through it, drawing it out until the last tremors of her inner muscles faded away. Only then did he pull his fingers out and crawl back over her body. Kissing her flushed cheek, he pressed his lips to her ear.
“Roll over, darlin’.”
Mila’s eyes lit up. She was also a big fan of doggie style, another of her late-night confessions, when they were cabin-bound during the snowstorm.
Flipping to her stomach, she let him lift her hips, planting her knees on the mattress. When she started to lift her upper body, he pressed on the nape of her neck.
“Head down.”
She turned her head to the side, resting it on a pillow. Her eyes were closed, her face the picture of trust.
Boone ran his finger through her slit again, but this time, he didn’t stop until he reached her anus.
Her eyes flew open as she looked over her shoulder at him.
They hadn’t explored this part yet, but that didn’t mean Boone wasn’t interested.
He fully intended to claim every part of this woman, and once he did, he was never giving her up.
He raised one eyebrow as he pressed the first knuckle of one finger inside the tight hole.
“Boone,” she whispered.
“I want all of you, Mila.”
She blinked several times, then nodded. “I’m yours.”
It was as close as the two of them had come to truly expressing their feelings.
Hearing her admit she was his, impacted Boone more strongly than he would have expected.
Those words were powerful and perfect, and, while he’d realized weeks ago that she’d stolen his heart, he didn’t know just how much that would mean to him.
He smiled at her, then turned up the heat. Gathering more of her juices, he continued to toy with her anus until one finger was buried deep. Leaving it there, he guided his dick to her pussy, thrusting in as her hands flew upward, palms flat against the headboard, seeking purchase.
Boone took her hard, fucking her with his cock and his finger, driving in and out of her pussy and ass, claiming the gift she’d just given him with those two words.
There was no turning back from this point. She was his.
Mila came in just a few minutes, her hands curling into fists as she panted, her breathing fast, shallow. Mindless words fell from her lips as he fucked her through that orgasm and into a second.
His name melded with a mix of curses and cries to deities as her body trembled roughly when she came again. Boone tried to hold back—he swore to God, he tried—but she squeezed him too tightly, milking every drop of come from his balls until his vision turned black.
Falling forward, he twisted to the side so he wouldn’t crush her. Mila followed his movements, positioning herself as his little spoon, his cock still tucked inside her.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he drew her back until they were pressed together from top to bottom. He kissed her shoulder, his lips resting by her ear as he told her how beautiful she was, how perfect. How she was made for him.
They remained there for a good ten minutes before Boone realized dawn had broken and time had run out. For now.
He groaned and forced himself from Mila’s bed. He wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming confrontation with Lena, but he needed to make it very clear to his ex that they were never getting back together. Knowing Lena, she’d put up a fight, unable to accept the word “no” with any sort of good grace.
He quickly threw on his clothes, then bent over the bed, placing a kiss on Mila’s shoulder. She hadn’t moved yet, looking delightfully relaxed.
“I know I need to get up, but I don’t want to,” she said, lifting her arms over her head. “I wish we could spend the whole day in bed.”
“Wonder what the chances are we’ll get an April blizzard this year,” he joked. Those days trapped in his cabin with Mila had been pure bliss. If he had a time machine, there would be no question that was the moment he’d return to…over and over again.
“If only,” she sighed.
He finished dressing, perching on the edge of the mattress to put on his socks and boots. Mila ran her hand up and down his back, the touch comforting and nice.
Boone was finished pretending this thing between them was a trial run.
God, it had never been that for him. Not really.
He’d agreed to it because he had Sadie to think of, but the truth of the matter was, Mila had started staking her claim on his heart the day she fell off that ladder and into his arms. “I think you and I should talk today at lunch. About the future.”
Mila’s hand stopped moving, and her happiness wavered slightly. “Is this going to be a good talk or a bad talk?”
Boone chuckled, putting one knee on the mattress and his hands on the pillow by her head. “I hope you’ll think it’s a good talk.”
Mila’s smile reappeared even brighter than before. “Okay, then. Yeah. I’d like to talk about the future.”
Bending his arms, he dropped lower, placing a longer kiss on her slightly puffy lips. He’d spent a good hour last night worshipping them as they made love. Boone couldn’t call what they’d done “fucking” because it had been so much more than a physical act.
He moaned again, then pushed away from her. It was that or rip off his clothes again and take her once more. Despite the fact her sisters knew about them, Boone had a lot of ground to cover before he and Mila broke the news of their relationship.
First, there was setting Lena straight, then having a serious heart-to-heart with Mila about where they went from here.
And finally, he needed to talk to Sadie.
Boone was most nervous about that conversation, because it was uncharted water for him and his daughter.
He knew she liked Mila a lot, but for most of Sadie’s life, it had been just the two of them.
He didn’t have a clue how she’d feel about expanding their family.