Something was off kilter. She made a full circle where she stood. God, help me. But, she didn’t feel alone. And that terrified her. Made her think of things best left forgotten.
She exhaled, for composure. Lee’s beating had shaken up her world. That was all the rising fear was. On trembling legs, she hurried to Connor’s jeep.
The sooner she got to the clinic, the sooner she’d get to see Miller again. She wouldn’t be alone then. Yes, she was looking forward to their flight back together. And getting to know Miller a little better.
Chapter Eleven
Kaycee stood in the yard worrying her lip. Miller was up on Connor’s second story roof working on a leak.
If only he’d come down from there soon.
“Get out of the bloody sun, Yank.”
“Be careful up there.”
Lee had already been settled inside Connor’s home by the time she’d arrived. Miller had explained he planned to do a couple jobs for the doc before leaving. He’d replaced a lock and had climbed up onto the high roof about ten minutes ago.
“Yank, have you gone deaf?”
“I can hear fine.” It was better to ignore his bossiness right now. She stared up at what of him she could see. “Are you almost done up there?”
“About done.” What could he be doing? He wasn’t even using a hammer. “I’ll come in when I’m done.”
Her heart continued to race. “I’ll wait.”
“Bloody fuck.”
“Stop cursing at me.” She pursed her lips.
“Fuck, Kaycee, it’s hot as hell out here.”
She listened to his moving up there before agreeing. “Yeah, it is.” With a hand, she shielded her gaze, trying to see what he was doing. “What if you fall?”
“If I fall, I’m going to smash your pretty arse.”
She smiled.
“Go on, luv.” Tingles came alive low in her belly. “I’m not going to fucking fall.”
“I know you won’t.” Still she waited near the ladder until he climbed down.
In one hand, Miller carried a bucket with several items. She recognized a scraper.
“All done?”
“Eh.” He kissed her on the mouth. His lips were warm and deliciously gentle. He allowed her only a moment to cradle his face. “Now, go inside. I’ve got to put this away.”
“I can help with the ladder.”
Frowning, he pushed his hat back. “I can handle the bloody ladder.”
“Humph.” Knowing he could, she ignored him and helped anyway. Together, they hung the ladder up in a barn that doubled as a garage. Or it could be vice versa for all she could tell. The building seemed to hold everything a man might need. She waited while he put the rest of Connor’s belongings away.
On the way back to the house, she held his hand. His rough fingers entwined with hers, squeezed from time to time as if playing.
Inside, he let her go. Already she missed his touch.
Connor’s clinic was attached to his house. Most of the ground floor was used to see patients. Besides his kitchen, he lived upstairs. The setup reminded her of a doctor of days gone by. Though modern day technologies were available, the distance alone held much of the culture, the land suspended. It was magnificent. She gave silent thanks that she’d gotten to see this much of Australia.
“I’m going to check on Lee.”
“Okay.” After he disappeared, she sat to wait. She passed the time by slipping into the fantasy world of Angela Knight. She loved the Mageverse series.
When Miller returned, tension radiated from him. She shoved her book into her bag to stand. “Lee doing okay?” She rested her hand on his upper arm. “Are you all right?”
He gripped the rim of his hat in a tight fist.
She caressed the bunched up muscles underneath the shirt.
“Lee’s a wreck. Doc thinks there may be real damage to his nuts.” A tic beat in his clenched jaw.
“Oh, Miller.” She winced, not being able to imagine the pain Lee had suffered. “I’m sorry Lee was hurt.”
“It pisses me the fuck off that Aaron went after Lee like that.” He gripped her shoulder. “Come on, I need to get home. Doc’s going to call when Lee needs a lift.”
“Sure, let me say goodbye.”
“I’ll be in the birdie.”
Kaycee took only minutes speaking to Connor and stopping in the restroom.
In the air, tension radiated from Miller. There was no escaping his mood. Long minutes passed by without him saying a word to her. She hated it. Wanted to ease some of the strain he was experiencing.
The long drive out to Connor’s had given her the time to clear her mind that she’d needed. It’d brought about the perspective she needed. Though she’d wanted to go slow and get to know as much as she could about Miller, she no longer felt strongly about that.
Bits and pieces about Miller had been falling into place since they’d met. He was a good man. Loyal. Caring. A hard worker. Most importantly, she trusted him. Cared about him.
The need she’d felt since yesterday to ease him, to soothe him, could be denied no longer.
Sex. Sex relieved tension. Arousal awakened low in her belly. Well, not sex. But maybe she could ease him. “Um, Miller?”
“Eh?” Blue eyes met hers.
“When was the last time that dirt clogged your engine?”
“Four, five years ago.” He reached over and squeezed her hand. “Don’t worry, luv. I’m not.” She sighed. No he wasn’t worried. In actuality she worried about it only a little. Miller was comfortable and capable in the pilot’s chair.
Unlatching her seatbelt, she slowly shifted from her chair to his side.
“Wha…” His blue eyes darkened. “Yank, don’t hit any of the instruments.”
“I won’t.” Pulse beating wildly with nerves, she squeezed onto his lap.
One of his hands stayed on the controls, the other rested on her thigh. Teasingly, she nibbled on his neck just under his ear. With her free hand she undid several of the buttons on his shirt.
“Now’s not a good time to fool around.” His throat worked as he swallowed.
“I’m not fooling around.” Breathless, she moaned in his ear. “I’m getting to know you better.” Her teeth caught his earlobe and tugged.
“Oh, fuck.” On a rough breath, his nostrils flared.
“Hmm.” She shifted her hand down his chest to his hard cock. “I’m going to get to know you a lot better.” Oh, yes, she wanted to know Miller better. His actions, his response to Lee’s ordeal had told her a lot about him. He was a good, solid man. But she’d already known that. There’d be no more second-guessing herself on how they felt about one another. No more changes of heart. She knew how she felt about him. Had known for some time now.
There really was no need for them to hold off their physical relationship. Shamelessly, she wanted him. All of him.
“The instruments.” He shuddered, sweat beaded his brow. His upper lip. “Watch the bloody instruments.”
“I’m small, remember?” Carefully, she moved from his lap to the floor. Mindful of the danger her new position caused, she stayed very close to his big body. Between his legs, she worked to get his cock free from his pants.
“I’m not driving a bloody car here.” Still, he lifted his hips to help get himself loose.
“Oh, yum.” Adrenaline rushing in her veins too, she moaned.
“I’m going to come.” The admission sent shockwaves of desire to her sex.
“Oh, not yet.” Licking him, she used her tongue to bathe the rigid length. She used her lips to suck up the droplets of essence he released.
“Oh, fuck.” His body tensed. “I’m going to come.” His big cock hardened in warning.
Her breath caught. It excited her to watch his reactions. “Please not yet.” Wickedly, she teased him. Soaking his cock with long wet licks. Greedily she used her lips to kiss and adore his throbbing muscle.
“Kaycee!” His cock grew harder against
her exploring mouth.
“Oh…” She suckled the head, taking him into her mouth.
He groaned as his come burst out, his cock beat hotly as he climaxed.
She didn’t leave him, instead she continued to suck. To her delight, his cock grew stiff at the lingering caresses of her lips and tongue.
Her own body danced with arousal at the groans and grunts he made. Her pussy drenched her panties. Her clit tingled. All the while she sucked, learning his likes and dislikes.
“I wish I could reach your balls.” But she couldn’t, she dared not move. So, she focused on his cock, or all of it she could reach.
“You’re killing me.” Miller trembled. The knuckles of the hand he gripped the armrest with were white. “Fucking killing me.”
“Hmmm, yum.” Her teeth nibbled gently along the thick muscle. “How many blowjobs do you think…” She screwed her mouth down around the head before coming up for air. She moaned, tonguing him. “I can give you before we get home?”
“Oh, bloody fuck.” His big body shuddered as she engulfed as much of his cock as possible.
Walking along outside, Miller listened to his brother Cohen with a half an ear. He’d spent the last few hours in the office with Cohen. He hated the end of the month bookkeeping. Had no idea why Cohen tortured him with it. After all, his little brother had gone to university to be able to keep it all straight for them.
But this month had been far more torturous for him. Cohen had had to keep him on task. It’d gotten so bad his little brother had started ribbing him. Time and again his mind had strayed to what Kaycee had treated him to earlier in the day.
Oral sex in his birdie.
Oh, he knew other pilots who’d bragged over beers about how bloody creative they’d gotten when it came to sex in their birdies.
Not him.
This experience had been a first for him. And one of the bloody best.
But now, Kaycee had his attention. She was spraying the windshield of the truck off.
Getting closer to her, his blood rushed south. The damp shirt she wore hugged her breasts. Her naked breasts. If she wore a bra under that shirt, he’d kiss his own arse.
“Thought I’d wash the bugs off.” The stream of water hit him full in the chest before the words left her lips.
Cohen snickered as he took several steps back.
“Oops, sorry about that.” Her dimples flashed and her eyes sparkled with mischievousness.
“You don’t look sorry.” He stared. He’d not had someone play with him like this since he was young. Although Kaycee splashing him with water while they’d been up North quickly came to mind. And for her to be fooling around with him in front of his brother… Well, he bloody liked it. Liked the attention she gave him.
“Gotta agree with you, mate.” Co pushed his hat back. “She doesn’t look sorry.”
Kaycee sprayed Miller with the water once more.
He took a step forward to have her retreat two steps. “Maybe I’m not sorry after all.”
Unsure of what to make of her actions, his heart took to thundering.
The stream of water hit him in the face.
He growled and advanced.
On a squeal, she cut off the water. She shifted backward. “Now, remember I’ve got the weapon.” Grinning, she again squeezed the handle, the stream soaking his chest.
Leaning over, he grabbed the hose to reel her in. Instead, she dropped the line.
It was his turn then. He bolted after her before she could make an escape.
“Miller!” she yelled, as he snatched her up. “That was so unfair.”
His nostrils flared at the press of her breasts to his chest. The T-shirt she wore clearly showed the puckered nipples underneath. “You’re not wearing a bra.” His arms tightened around her to hold her closer.
“Of course not, or I’d have outrun you.” Her breasts rose and fell with each of her breaths.
He snorted. Unable to deny the growing craving he had for her a moment longer, he claimed her mouth in a kiss. She didn’t pull away. Her lips eagerly embraced his. Her tongue sought his in an intimate dance. His hard prick throbbed in growing need.
The kiss remained slow and deep until his head buzzed from the power of touching her again. Desperate to draw a breath of air, he lifted his head.
“Mate, I’ll go check on the hands.”
Kaycee ducked her head while he ignored his brother.
His fingers trembled when he forced her chin up so he could kiss her again. She moaned into his mouth. Arched her body into his. He cupped her arse in his hands. After what she’d put him through on the birdie, he didn’t know if he could put off fucking her. He didn’t want to. He wanted her in his bed.
“I…” She nibbled on his lower lip. “I…I want to have sex.”
Have sex.
Bugger me.
He stilled, lifted his head to look down into the clouds that made up her gaze. “You sure about that, Yank?” She tried to break the eye contract, but he refused. He cradled the side of her head in his hand. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” Her eyes closed.
His teeth clenched. What they’d shared was more than sex. He’d spent too many nights simply rooting to know the difference. Too many lonely nights. “If I fuck you…you won’t find any pleasure in it.”
Her eyelids slowly opened.
“I think you’d prefer if I make love to you. You’ll want me to hold off coming until I’m crazy with the need to release.” His balls drew up. Eh, she liked him sweaty and hot for it. “You want me to make sure you’re taken care of first.”
“Please…”
On that whispered breath, her fate was sealed. His mouth claimed hers once more. Only he wasn’t gentle. He dominated her, working her up to a frenzy. His hands cupped her arse to pull her up his body. Her legs went around his hips. His heavy prick pressed into the cradle of her body.
He groaned and headed into the house. Her lips trailed along his jaw and chin. Her breathing burst in hot pants while her hands clutched at the muscles in his shoulders.
Need nearly buckled his knees when he finally got them inside. His heart pounded wildly. He tried to focus on Kaycee but it was difficult. He’d been wanting her back in his arms for what seemed like forever.
Now lust practically blinded him.
His blood hummed with excitement.
His mind buzzed in ravenous hunger to strip her clothes and fill her up.
At the kitchen table, he set her on the edge to kiss her. She kept him cradled between her thighs. His tongue delved deep, toyed with her teasing one. Groan after groan rumbled in his throat. He couldn’t get enough of her sweetness.
Didn’t want to.
Somehow she managed to undo the buttons of his shirt. Exploring hands stirred his lust into a fevered pitch. His hips rocked his prick along the apex of her legs. Her nails toyed with his nipples.
He shuddered at the thrill of the stimulation.
“Oh, Miller.” Again her nails sparked his arousal.
A loud clank on the other end of the table brought his head up. His mum and aunt stood on the other side of the room.
Bugger me.
The bloody kitchen?
What had come over him?
Kaycee scrambled out from underneath his weight. “Oh… Oh… It wasn’t…”
“It looked like my kitchen table was about to be defiled.” Queer enough, there was no bite in his mum’s tone.
Auntie simply stared, her eyes wide.
Not wanting to puzzle over his mum’s response, he reached over and clasped Kaycee’s hand. “Come on, luv.”
In his bedroom, he closed the door behind them. He didn’t allow Kaycee time to dwell on his mum’s appearance before he pounced.
He removed his shirt. “Take your clothes off, luv.” Quickly, he slipped his boots, socks and jeans off.
She wiggled her damp shorts down her hips and thighs. Her breasts caused his mouth to water. Christ, he adore
d her round breasts. Her hardened nipples begged for attention.
Seeing what had gained his attention, she rolled her nipples between two fingertips.
His balls tingled, his prick, standing straight out, pulsed.
“Get on the bed.”
While she climbed onto the bed, he went into his office. While she’d sexually tormented him on the birdie, he’d concluded turn about was fair play. Her breasts had become the object of his obsession.
He collected a long nylon rope.
Heart hammering, he tried to catch his breath. Though he’d fantasized, he’d never done anything like this. What she’d done to him in the birdie… In his mind he’d wanted, needed something over the top. It’d come down to what he knew. Ropes. When it came to ropes he was a pro. Tying her up was something he could handle.
On the way back to her, he created two slip knots. Before joining her, he grabbed his knife so he’d be able to get her free fast if need be.
“Miller…” Gaze dark and wide, she shivered.
Seeing her there, his balls tightened in warning. His prick throbbed in need. In awe at seeing her naked in his bed, he whispered, “Sit up.”
Not even hesitating, she did as he ordered.
Quietly, he slipped the rope behind her back. “Lie back.”
Once she was flat on her back, he placed her breasts in the loops the slip knots created.
“Miller.” She gasped as he tightened the rope.
“Sh… Just a little payback for the play on the birdie.” It wasn’t the truth. Truth was, he’d come if she started fondling him. He’d never been able to take the way she liked to touch him, explore his body. It’d been too long since he’d fucked her last. He’d not come until she begged him. “Pull your thighs back.”
She whimpered as she drew her thighs up with her hands. Her slick pussy and arse were now bare to his gaze. The position left her open, vulnerable.
He looked at her. “You scared?”
“Yes.” She laughed lightly, still holding on to her legs.
“I won’t hurt you.” No. Not ever. He adored her. Wanted nothing more than to show her how much.
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