Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-three
Peyton
We’ve just finished a delicious lunch of ribs and salad, Jilly said she wanted to keep it light as we’re all booked into a restaurant for dinner tonight, and Beau wanted to do his speciality ribs for me.
According to Bennett, his father is showing off for me, which is fine by me; I’m more than happy to have two hot men spoil me.
“So tell me, Peyton, what is an intelligent, beautiful, younger woman doing with my old grump of a son?” Beau asks me from across the table. I’m sat next to Bennett, his arm is resting along the back of my chair and his fingers are idly playing with my hair.
“Oh, I’m just with him for his money,” I shrug. There’s a slight pause and for a moment I wonder if my dry sense of humor was too much. However, a second later and his father throws his head back as a raucous laugh leaves his body and his mum chuckles away next to him.
“Oh, Peyton, I like you, dear.” His father smiles at me and Bennett damn near growls next to me.
“Keep your flirting to yourself, old man, this one’s taken.”
“I don’t see a ring on her finger?” Beau raises his eyebrows at Bennett and I can’t help but laugh at their dynamic.
“Seeing as we’ve known each other a matter of weeks, I should hope not,” I mutter.
“Time is meaningless when you know. I knew I wanted to marry Jilly the moment I met her.”
“Then why did you wait three years before you proposed?” she demands cheekily.
“Because everyone told me it was too soon. Worst decision I ever made, listening to those idiots.” It’s clear to see how much they love each other. It’s what I want — what I want with Bennett. I just need him to be honest with me for us to be able to have it.
“Trust me, there’ll be a wedding and babies soon,” Bennett states from beside me and I whip my head around to him.
“There will not be.”
He smirks at me as he continues to gently pull at my hair. “Keep telling yourself that if it helps, sweetheart.”
“Oh, Beau,” his mum gushes. “They are just perfect for each other.” I’m starting to realize that stubbornness and not listening seems to be a Miller trait.
***
I’m at the local mall with Jilly while the guys play a round of golf, she said she wanted to get a new dress for tonight and I could hardly deny her when she asked if I’d come along.
Plus, I’m a girl, I like shopping and getting pretty things, it’s in my nature.
I used to love to go shopping with my mum, it’s one of the little things I miss.
It’s something I’m sure Jilly has missed too.
“Oh, that’ll look beautiful on you. Try it on,” she encourages as she adds another item to her growing pile.
It’s not something I’d normally wear, but it grabbed my attention the moment I saw it.
It’s red and I don’t normally wear red, not with my blonde hair, it makes me look like a Barbie doll, but this dress is screaming at me.
It’s tight fitted with a sweetheart neckline and thick straps over the shoulders, it’s got a high slit on one leg and the back dips down low to my waist.
“I don’t know, Jilly. Do you not think it’s a bit much?” I question, still holding the dress up in my hands.
“Absolutely not, it’s the perfect amount.
Bennett is going to go berserk when he sees you in that.
” Well, decision made then. There’s nothing I love more than winding my man up.
“There’s a shoe shop next door and they’ve got a pair in there that would look lovely with that dress, my treat.
” She declares and wanders off towards the changing room before I can tell her no.
Bennett
“You nearly ready, sweetheart?” I call through the bathroom door. I don’t know what she’s been doing in there, she’s already stunning, she just needed to put her outfit on and we would have been good to go.
“One minute,” I hear mumbled through the door. I push it open to see what it is she’s up to and freeze at the sight of her; she’s applying a red lipstick to her lips, a color that matches the incredible dress her figure is currently encased in.
“Fuck,” I groan as I get a good look at her. “We’re going to be late.” I march up to her, press her into the countertop, and hike her dress up.
“Bennett,” she hisses as she tries to push my hands away. “We don’t have time for that.”
“We’re making time. There is no way we’re going out tonight without you filled with my cum. I want you carrying a reminder of who you belong to around with you tonight when all those guys are looking at you.”
“What guys?”
“Every guy in that restaurant will be staring at you and wishing you were his. Fuck, sweet girl, you have no idea how sexy you look like this, you’re a walking wet dream.
” I swipe my finger through her slit, finding her wet enough, still I spit on my cock for good measure and notch my head at the lips of her cunt.
“Rub that clit, sweetheart, we need to be quick,” I say as I thrust balls deep in one long stroke. My head drops to her shoulder, and I bite down on the flesh there. She gasps as my teeth dig into her skin, not quite breaking the surface, but not being gentle either.
“Bennett,” she moans as her fingers circle her clit and my cock pounds her from behind.
“Be a good girl and come for me, come for me while I pump you full.” My thrusts turn feral and her feet skid in their heels on the marble flooring, I’ll be taking her ass when she’s in just those heels later.
“You’re going to smell like me when we sit down for dinner.
” Her walls flutter around me and I bite down hard on her neck, marking her for everyone to see.
Her orgasm pulses through her, taking me with it as I come with a roar of pleasure.
We both take a moment to regain our breath, and I keep my cock buried to the hilt, plugging all my cum inside her. My eyes meet hers in the mirror.
“I like the dress,” I smirk at her.
Peyton
This might be the best ravioli I’ve ever tasted, everything about it is pure perfection and I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips as the texture and flavours explode on my tongue.
“You know what those sounds do to me,” Bennett murmurs next to me.
“I’ll be making them all night, because this tastes so good.”
He leans in closer to me. “I can guarantee it doesn’t taste as good as you.”
I lift a piece of ravioli onto my fork and hold it out for him to try.
His lips close over the tines of my fork and I swear I feel tingles all over my body as he chews the mouthful.
“It’s good, but like I said, it doesn’t taste anywhere near as good as you.
I know what I’ll be having for desert tonight,” he winks at me and my pussy clenches at the thought.
“Have you seen the latest news back home?” Beau interrupts us.
“Seen what?” I turn to him.
“It looks like the vigilante has struck again; two bodies were found within a matter of hours of each other.”
“Two?” I gasp. “Do we know who they were yet?”
“A Terry something or other, and a Barclay Davis,” his mom confirms. Barclay? Barclay Davis. Why does that name sound so familiar?
“What did they do?” Bennett asks.
“What do you mean?” His father cocks his head at him.
“If it’s the vigilante, then he’d have a reason for killing them. Have they released what it is he killed them for?”
“Not for Terry, no, but several women have come forward claiming that Barclay raped them,” Beau’s tone is disgusted.
“Well, he got what he deserved then.” There’s something in Bennett’s tone, something off; I just can’t quite put my finger on what it is.
“Oh my God,” I gasp and all eyes fly to me. “I treated him.”
“Who?” Jilly questions.
“Barclay, I treated him,” I turn to Bennett.
“That day you came into the ER, I was treating him for a gash on his hand.” I shiver, remembering the feeling I had around him.
“I thought there was something about him. I remember there being this sinister feeling, I’ve never felt so uncomfortable around a patient before.
” Bennett’s hand finds my thigh under the table and gives it a squeeze.
“No one will ever get to you. No one,” he vows.
A shudder runs through my body; those poor women.