Another Goal, page 12
“I hate when people decide what’s best for me,” he snapped, parroting my words. Anger quivered from his lips, his muscles. “And I hate being told what I should think or feel. I’m me—I know.”
I sucked in a breath. “Of course, Luka. Of course.” I leaned so my forehead touched his. I wasn’t aware yet what caused him to respond so vehemently to my words sometimes, but Luka had a past that haunted him, too. That much was obvious.
“I want to take you to bed and brand you as mine all over again,” Luka said.
His tone remained clipped, his words coming too fast. He was worked up, no doubt from the altercation with Trent, but also from whatever demons rode him.
“I want to fuck you so hard you’re hoarse from screaming my name. Mine. Over and over. I want to make you so drunk with pleasure, so boneless from orgasms, you can’t think or feel or remember anything but me.”
“That…” I swallowed. My pulse thrummed in my neck and my core warmed. “Sounds amazing.”
He pulled back, so I clutched at his collar.
He frowned. “But I need to leave you alone, let you recover from our trip, from seeing that—”
“No, Luka. Don’t do that to me now. I get to decide for me, too, right?”
He paused, eyes searching as the silence drew out between us, taut. Delicious. I shivered, leaned in, and pressed my lips to his.
His breath crashed over my mouth, heating it and causing me to shiver again. This man was potent.
“Are you sure?” he asked against my lips. Not pulling back, not taking space from me.
“I’m so sure,” I murmured.
“Fuck,” he groaned out before he sealed his lips to mine. Our tongues and teeth dueled for supremacy—though I planned to lose the fight. Luka’s dominance excited me, but more, it made me feel safe, protected.
Maybe that was fucked up—I was a little or a lot messed up from my time with Trent—but Luka felt right. He gathered me in his arms, and I was home.
Safe.
Cherished.
I never wanted to leave.
Luka
She smelled like heaven—grapefruit and lilacs—and tasted divine. I’d missed the softness of her skin and the breathy little moans that slipped past her lips as she grew more and more turned on. I did that to her. I knew because she whimpered my name.
Biggest fucking turn-on of my life.
I swooped back in for another kiss, the passion drugging us both. Her tits were bigger, heavy against my chest, her nipples hard little points that speared against my sensitized skin. I slid my hand to her nape, tipping it back so I had access to her neck, which I nipped and licked and sucked and kissed until we were both writhing with want.
“I need you, Luka.”
The. Best. Word. She needed me. Well, there were three I was desperate to hear from her lips, but Millie needing me was pretty good.
I smiled against her neck before I gently bit at her pulse then laved the sore spot with my tongue. Millie whimpered my name. I growled hers as I slid my hand down her back and gripped her ass in my hands. Millie had one of the best butts I’d ever seen. It was round and firm from her jiu jitsu but lush enough to bounce when she walked. I had a mighty big thing for her butt. I ground my pelvis against her belly to get some much-needed friction.
But then I stopped, my eyes wide as a thought crossed my mind. “Will Bree know?”
“That you’re rubbing your dick on my belly?” Millie’s eyebrows shot up. “No. She won’t. People have sex all the time while pregnant, Luka.”
“I don’t want to traumatize our kid…”
“You’re traumatizing me right now,” Mille snapped. “I haven’t had sex since that night with you, and before that, I’d never had an orgasm with a man. Let me tell you, penis-stimulated orgasms are the best. I want one. Now.”
I bit back a laugh, struck by the humor and worry of this situation. “I’m not sure I can do it.”
Millie growled. “No. Sex. In. Eight. Months.”
“I know.” I nodded. “It’s been quite a dry spell.”
“Wait, wait…hold up. Are you telling me you didn’t sleep with another woman?” She gaped at me.
I stepped away from her, offended. “No.”
Her eyes widened so much I worried they’d bug out of her head. “You…”
“I was faithful to the woman I wanted,” I clipped. “Who wouldn’t give me a fucking chance.”
“Luka.” She breathed my name like a prayer. “Really?”
Anger sizzled over my skin and through my veins. “Why is it so damn hard to believe I could be devoted to you?” I turned away, only stopping at the sting of her nails against the flesh of my forearms and the wild look in her eyes.
“B-b-because you’re beautiful,” she said. Her voice was raw, a little shaky—as if the answers were yanked from her very soul. I stilled, barely breathing, desperate for her next words.
“You’re fun, funny. You really listen, not just pretend to. You put me at ease with a smile. And you’re so damn sexy. And…and you make me come harder than I thought possible. I saw stars last time.”
My dick and my ego rose to the metaphorical stroking.
Millie
So many words had exited my mouth. Words I hadn’t been able to control or keep inside. My cheeks burned, my throat ached, and my body thrummed with awareness.
Wanting Luka the way I had—did—left me slightly crazed. He was everything I dreamed of in a man, but always outside my reach thanks to my sheltered upbringing, my innate shyness, my issues with Trent.
His eyes smoldered as he heaved a breath, then another one. “We’re connected already, you and I, forever.” He laid his hands on my belly. I bit my lip as I nodded.
“But this is more than our love for our daughter—you understand that now?” He eased closer to me, his big body sheltering mine.
With Luka, I always felt safe. Now wanted. Maybe one day loved.
I licked my lips, noting his eyes tracking my movement. My breath stilled, my heart pumping. “Luka. Please.”
I wasn’t sure, exactly, what I was begging him for—to ease the tension between us, to show me he cared, asking him to take me, flaws and all, and hold me forever.
“I got you, Millie.” His eyes sparkled. I loved how he brought us back around to our first meeting. His hands flexed on my belly and slid upward to cup my breasts. I whimpered as I pressed more firmly into his hold.
“We got this, together.” He bent his knees, bringing his face closer to my level. His gaze searched mine, eyes filled with emotions I couldn’t process. “You and me and Bree. We’re a team. The most important team.”
He flicked his thumbs over my nipples, and my knees turned to water. I didn’t worry, though. Luka would hold me up, keep me safe. That’s what he was promising right now, and I desperately wanted to hand him control—not just of my body but of the craziness that was my life.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Again, I wasn’t sure what I was trying to tell him. I took a deep breath, holding it for a long moment as his hands worked their magic over my body. I tried to clear my head and think about what I wanted to tell him—what I needed to say. What we had, what we were building was important. For Bree, but for and to me. I wanted him to feel the same…wanted him to know how I felt about us. I licked my lips more slowly this time, enjoying the power of my femininity as Luka watched, his own breath catching.
“I want you,” I said.
“Just now?” he demanded.
I shook my head, not breaking eye contact. This moment was momentous—an alteration for us in a relationship of shifts. “I wanted you then, always, but I thought you’d…”
He growled, and goose bumps exploded over my skin. He was dominance, power restrained. At least with me.
“I wanted you then,” I said more firmly, “and I want you now. More because I know how thoughtful and decent you are. I’ll always want you.”
“Good.” He kissed me. Like his earlier kisses, this one was fierce, possessive, and it lit me up. Until Luka, I’d assumed I was too assertive to be interested in offering myself to a man.
But his kiss incinerated those beliefs. Luka had proven himself worthy of my trust, over and over. Even though it went against his instincts, he’d allowed me to fight my fight. He’d given me the respect and space I needed to feel confident enough to open up to him.
I tilted my head, giving him better, deeper access to my mouth. He flicked my nipples again, causing me to arch into him. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, gently tugging, nipping at the soft skin there, and once again making my knees weak.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” His lips remained against mine.
“Yes. Please.”
Without lifting his head to break the kiss, he scooped me up. I looped my arms around his neck and held on, knowing he’d easily manage the added weight from pregnancy. He lifted his head, and I nipped at his chin, his earlobe, anything I could reach.
“Shh... I need to make sure I get you two on the bed safely. Just a minute, Millie.”
But I was burning with need. Months of repression went up in flames. I was so hungry for skin-to-skin contact, desperate for the connection, the bliss Luka brought me.
He elbowed into his bedroom, moving something from his pillow—a baby doll in a pink onesie?—and settled me in the middle of his bed. I stared up at him as he knelt next to me, shifting my body so I wasn’t lying fully on my back. His hands skimmed the side of my breast, my ribs, my hip.
“Why do you have a doll?” I asked.
“To practice diapering and holding.” He nuzzled my neck.
Oh. Oh, my heart melted all over again. How could I not fall for this man? He was thoughtful, loving…perfect.
And I’d tried so hard to push him away.
He looked down at me. “You are a sight lying here. Like those Renaissance paintings. Fucking gorgeous and lush. What I’m going to do to you?”
“Luka.”
“Shh... I got you, sweetheart.”
He’d keyed in on how much I loved that phrase. Now he said it to me when I became agitated. “I got you.”
He slid to his side and kissed me again. I loved his kisses—was addicted to his taste, the firmness of his lips, the sweep of his tongue. I inched closer, my fingers deep in the material of his shirt, twisting the fabric.
He helped me remove my leggings and oversized shirt, taking special care to peel off my socks. Then he slid off his T-shirt and scooted onto the bed beside me, his hands on my belly. I arched into him, wanting more. He obliged by moving his warm palms over the taut skin to cup my breasts. My nipples, which were already sensitized and hard, tightened further.
“I need…” I began. The words died in my throat when he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
He bent his head, the beautiful hair sliding with a silky weight between my fingers, as I pressed him closer to my chest. He kissed his way around my areola. My panties grew wet as he lavished attention on the sensitive skin.
“Your breasts are so beautiful, Millie. You’re beautiful.”
“More,” I moaned.
That sexy smirk flittered across his mouth before he peeled the other bra cup out of his way and kissed, plucked, and suckled that nipple to a firm peak. My hips shifted, restless from the need for friction.
“Luka.”
“I’m right here, pretty girl. I got you.”
“I need to come. So bad.”
“You will. Soon.”
He spent more time loving and nuzzling my breasts. Each time he sucked one of my nipples into the warm recess of his mouth, arousal trickled from my folds. I’d never been this wet—this turned on. He took me to the brink of orgasm…from breast play.
I teetered there, my breath caught in my throat, waiting, needing, desperate…
His sleek, blond head slid downward. My bump obscured him, but I felt his hands cupping my butt, his warm breath against my damp panties.
“Someone’s excited,” he said, satisfaction lacing his tone.
“I might explode.”
He chuckled as he slid his index finger under the gusset of my panties and glided it over my folds. “Mmm... Wet, warm, soft. Perfect.”
“Luka,” I gritted my teeth, my body humming. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry. He moved his finger forward and rubbed a circle over my nub. That caused my hips to buck and my breath to catch. He did it again with a little more pressure.
Luka
The orgasm crashed over Millie hard. Her entire body shivered and convulsed as she screamed her pleasure. I shifted my hips so they were parallel to the bed, seeking some friction for my aching dick.
Watching Millie fall apart from my touch was the single hottest moment of my life. Nothing else came close. She continued to whimper and convulse, causing me to grit my teeth.
“Ah,” she whimpered. She sucked in a breath, blinking, her expression dazed and relaxed. “Oooh.”
“You’re so pretty when you orgasm.”
She turned toward me. I slid my hand under my head, propping myself up so I could see her properly. She bit her lip and shook her head.
“What?” I demanded.
“You. Saying orgasm.” She giggled.
“That’s what you did,” I said, confused—maybe because most of the blood was still in my crotch. My dick throbbed, desperate for its own orgasm.
“You weren’t so proper the last time we were together,” she said, smiling. But the smile slid from her face and her pretty eyes darkened. “You won’t change, will you? You won’t think of me only as a mother, right? Because Elvis did, and that seemed really weird—”
“I do not know what you’re talking about, but I think I’ve already changed since I found out about Bree. For the better.” I leaned closer and kissed her lips, taking it slow. I tasted her pleasure and her hunger.
This was so different from anything I’d ever experienced before. With Millie, everything was richer, more vibrant. As much as my balls ached and my dick scraped uncomfortably against my zipper, I was content—no, I was fucking ecstatic—to be in bed, kissing my woman.
When she popped the button on my jeans, I moved to stop her. She bit her lips and glanced up at me, vulnerability in her eyes. Right. She seemed to think I didn’t find her attractive. If she only knew how many times I’d jacked off as I thought about her rounded with my child…
Alyssa had told me to open up—be honest. So easy to say, so fucking hard to do.
“You are so gorgeous,” I said. Her smile lit up her face. When she slid her hand into my pants, I groaned, pressing myself into her hand. She worked my pants and boxer briefs down my hips and tugged them off before caressing her way back up my legs. I panted, lightheaded from her touch.
“Fuck, Millie. Fuck! I want you so bad…”
She straddled me, her breasts and belly brushing my chest and abdomen. She kissed me, then kissed me again. And again. Those drugging kisses I’d become addicted to. When she sucked my tongue into her mouth, I had to grab the base of my dick to keep from shooting my load.
“It’s been so long,” I muttered. “I’m desperate to be inside you, but I’m worried I’ll come too fast…”
Millie smiled against my lips. “I want to make you feel good. No, I need to.” She pulled back and stared into my eyes. Her face was soft, open, her expression so trusting. This honesty thing was freaking genius.
“Is it okay like this?” she asked as she hovered over my swollen tip.
“Yes. Please. I want…need…inside…”
She settled over me, her supple, warm flesh running along the sensitive underside of my shaft. I wanted to piston up into her, but instead, I took her hips and waited. And waited, as my breathing turned ragged and sweat sheened over my chest. Finally, she slid down, taking my rigid length inside her.
We both gasped as she settled her hips against my pelvis.
“Luka,” she mumbled as I blurted, “So fuckin’ good.”
She lifted, then slid down again. I wasn’t sure the sensations could get better, but they did. She rose and let gravity bring her down over and over, until we were both covered in a layer of sweat. Her movements grew less fluid, no doubt because of the baby. I toppled her gently, so we were facing each other, still joined, and I worked my hips in and out. She hitched her knee higher, giving me deeper access, and I pistoned, over and over, doing my best to bump against her clit with each stroke.
Millie’s breath stuttered and her cheeks flushed more, her eyes glistened. Then she stiffened, her body wound so tight, and released. As her inner muscles undulated around my shaft, I pushed into her once more, groaning and cursing as I emptied my aching balls deep inside her.
The great thing about being on my side was I didn’t collapse onto her. I studied her as I caught my breath, taking in her parted, kiss-swollen lips, her rosy cheeks, and her glistening eyes with the lids at half-mast. Her hair was a halo of tangles that lay over her cheek and neck.
“I love you, Millie.”
Millie
My gaze flashed up to Luka’s, my heart pounding against my ribs even harder now, but for an entirely different reason.
“You…” Can’t.
I’d used Luka—ghosted him. Now he knew how I’d been duped and betrayed by a man looking to better his financial situation. I was like Trent—my treatment of Luka, out of fear, was the same.
I shook my head, frantic to break free from the vise of terror his words created within me.
He frowned. “What are you thinking?”
I dropped my gaze. Why the hell was I naked? I mean, I knew why, but now that he’d said those words, I felt raw, exposed…so much more naked than I’d been when we were banging. I gasped. “You…”
Luka’s warm palm slid against my cool skin, shocking me back into the moment. I gasped again, my gaze locking to his. The worry had settled in his eyes; his lips tugged down at the corners.
“I’ve got you, Millie,” he murmured.
