Chapter 21
LINDSEY
I burrow into Miller’s arms.
The Brodys have been gone for hours. Eli has gone to sleep because tomorrow is the day. The custody hearing.
Miller has his arms around me and his legs threaded with mine. His voice is a husky whisper. “You okay?”
I shrug instead of answering.
He turns me to my back and hovers over me. His hand trails softly across my cheek. “Did you have fun today?”
I put my hand on his chest. “You know I did. Thank you, by the way. I appreciate everything you do for Eli and me.”
He holds me to his chest. “You don’t have to thank me. I like seeing you two smile again.”
“How’s your back?”
He chuckles. “I should have known better than to try to keep up with Eli running bases. I’m not sure which of us missed Guy more, Eli or me.”
I raise up. “Let me massage it for you.”
He waves me off. “No, honey. I’m fine. I’ll work out the kinks at the gym tomorrow or something.”
I sigh and sit up next to him. “Miller.”
He sits up too, surprised. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Let me do something for you. You’re doing everything for Eli and me. You don’t let me do anything for you.”
He cups my cheek. “You have enough to worry about. I don’t want you to worry about me too.”
I grab his hand and hold it between mine. “I want to take care of you, Miller. I need this.” I gesture to the bed. “Lie down. Let me work your sore joints.”
He lets out a huff. “I’m getting old if I can’t even play wiffle ball without feeling pain.”
I get up from the bed and grab some lotion from the bathroom. When I settle back onto the bed next to Miller, I tell him, “Lucky for you, I like older men.”
I put some lotion on my palms, rub them together, and then start massaging his lower back. We’re both quiet until he asks, “Does it bother you that I’m ten years older than you?”
“No,” I answer simply.
He moans, and I dig deeper to release the knot he has. When I’ve worked his lower back, I move to his shoulders. He moans again, but this one is different, more guttural, and I whisper to him, “Turn over.”
He lifts his head. “Did you say turn over?”
I laugh softly. “Yes. Let me get your front.”
He rolls to his back, and his hard manhood is tenting his shorts. I gesture between his legs. “That doesn’t look too comfortable. Can I help with that?”
Huskily, he answers, “Honey, you can do anything you want with that.”
I slide my hands to the side of his shorts and bring them down his thighs. His cock bobs free, and I decide to make him wait for it.
I put more lotion on my hands and work his chest first. He tugs at my nightshirt. “Take this off.”
I pull my shirt off and toss it to the side of the bed. With my breasts loose, he reaches up, cupping one in his hand. I pull from his grasp. “Oh no, this is supposed to be about making you feel good.”
His hand goes to my thigh, and he reaches between my legs. His finger rubs against the sodden middle of my panties. “If you think I’m going to leave you hanging, you don’t know me very well.”
I can’t resist, and when he slides his hand into the side of my panties and strokes my core, I lean into him.
With his finger pumping in and out of me, I wrap a hand around his girth.
His hips pummel into mine, and I stroke him from root to tip.
He hisses a breath. “You feel so fucking good. Come up here.”
I stop stroking him. “Come up where?”
“Sit on my face.”
I gasp. “I’m not sitting on your face.”
He raises up to look at me. “Why? I promise you’ll like it.”
I open my mouth and close it again. “Because I don’t… you don’t have to—”
He is practically licking his lips. “Trust me, I want to. Linds… climb up here. I wanna taste you.”
Gingerly, I move around the bed and lift my body.
I hover over him, not wanting to smother the man or anything, but that’s not what he wants because he hooks his hands around my thighs and pulls me down so I’m actually sitting on his face.
He laps at me, and with each pass of his tongue over my clit, my body jerks.
It isn’t long before he’s focused on that little swollen nub and he has me bucking.
I lean forward, and with his cock in my face, I open my mouth.
His hips start to pump, and I bob up and down on him.
My orgasm hits me fast and hard. I’m coming, and he’s relentless.
He doesn’t stop. Already sensitive, another orgasm shoots through my body, and I pop off him and grind my teeth to keep from screaming.
When I start to come down, he helps me off and lays me on my back. He leans over and kisses me. The taste of him and me has me whimpering. I wrap my arms and legs around him, not wanting to let him go.
He lines his cock up at my center and slowly starts to pump into me. Big, slow strokes. “Eyes on me, Linds. I want you looking at me.”
The way he looks at me while making me feel this good is almost too much to take in.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him how I feel: that I’ve fallen in love with him, and I don’t want this to end.
But I hold it in. If I tell him now, he’s going to think it’s because he’s saving Eli and me.
Because I feel like I owe it to him or something.
And the truth is he did save us. But that’s not why I’ve fallen in love with him.
He reaches between us and puts a finger at my clit. Already sensitive, it pushes me over the edge, and soon we’re coming together, both grunting our releases.
Both of us are looking into the other’s eyes. I’ve never felt this close and so vulnerable to someone in my life.
He leans up to kiss me, and the lingering taste of me is still on his lips. He brings his hand up and strokes it across my cheek. “I liked seeing you happy today.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, not ready for this to be over. “Thank you for today. And thank you for sharing your family with Eli and me. We’ve never had that.”
“They love you, you know. Both of you.”
I look into his eyes, and it takes every bit of control to stop from asking him if he loves me. He’s already given me so much. I can’t expect him to fall in love with me, just like that.
He cups my face. “You know we need to finish our conversation from earlier… about making this permanent.”
I bring my hands up and cover his. “I think… I think that we should wait until this is over. The court case, the custody battle, all of it. I’ll never be able to repay you for everything you’ve given me.”
He stiffens. “You don’t owe me anything, Lindsey. I wanted to help you and Eli.”
I look away from him, disentangle my body from his, and stand up. Grabbing my clothes off the side of the bed, I hold them in front of me. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”
I get into the bathroom, turn the water on, and don’t even wait for it to heat up.
I climb in and gasp as the cold spray hits me.
But that’s exactly what I need. I need something to wake me up from this la-la land I’m living in.
There’s no way that Miller Brody wants anything permanent with me.
He’s a fixer, and tomorrow, when the custody battle is over and everything returns to normal, he’s going to come to his senses and see that we don’t have a lot in common.
The shower door slides open. “Can I join you?”
I nod without looking at him.
He stands behind me and grabs my loofah off the shelf. He squirts soap on it and slowly starts scrubbing my body. He does it quietly and thoughtfully, and I slowly start to let my defenses down.
“Talk to me,” he says.
Instead of talking to him about us, I tell him, “I’m worried about tomorrow. What if the Davenports win?”
He sounds so sure. “They’re not going to win. Lindsey, I promise you that they will not get Eli. I won’t let it happen.”
“But how do you know?”
He turns me and looks into my eyes. “Because Zach and Logan are interviewing a witness right now. He was paid by the Davenports to cut your sister’s brake lines and to run her off the road.” He huffs out a breath. “They paid to have your sister murdered.”
I recoil and put a hand to my stomach. I feel like I’m going to be sick.
I know he thought that could have been the case, but actually finding out it is true is another matter altogether.
They murdered my sister. I’m hunched over, the spray hitting me in the back, and I have to take deep, even breaths to calm the roll of my stomach.
When I'm able to pull myself together, Miller pulls me to him. “They’re going to pay for what they did. I promise you that they will pay.”
And then it comes to me. “They’ll be going to jail, right? They have to. They can’t get custody of Eli.”
Miller nods. “Yeah, Zach and Logan have built a solid case. There’s no denying it. They are presenting everything to the local PD and the FBI right now. They want them arrested before the proceedings tomorrow afternoon.”
I wrap my arms around Miller. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I wouldn’t have survived if I’d lost Eli too. You saved us.”
He doesn’t say anything, just holds me to him.
I press closer, memorizing the way it feels to be held like this, wishing time would just stop here… before tomorrow has the chance to change everything.