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EIGHTEEN

TANNER

I take back everything I’ve ever said about spooning.

Not that I’d said much, because thinking about it, I’d never really spooned spooned. Not like this, and not in the morning, either, because I’d never been a sleepover type of guy, if you know what I mean.

And I don’t think I’d been missing out, because I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else but Millie.

If I had though, I would definitely be wrong, because this with Millie, was the best I’d ever experienced.

It was tempting enough to hide under the covers and stay there until someone sent a search party.

“Mmm…yes, there, Tan…oh god .”

My opinion about spooning might have something to do with my dick slowly rocking inside her, while my fingers teased her clit.

I’d spent the time since I’d woken up edging her closer and closer to the orgasm she was desperate for, but I wasn’t ready to give her, because then it meant I’d have to leave for D.C. and that was something I also wasn’t ready for. I wanted to stay right here for as long as possible.

With her leg hooked back over my hip I had the perfect access to her body—her tits, her tight nipples, her incredible round belly—and she only had to tip her head back for me to capture her mouth with mine.

This moment, Millie squeezing my cock while I played with her body, was worth the year of no sex while I fantasized daily about finally getting to experience exactly this.

Patience had never been a strong point of mine, but I’d been rewarded a hundredfold.

“You love my cock, don’t you, Mills?” I mumbled, trailing my lips across her bare shoulder, though the faint sheen of sweat. “I know you do, your pussy’s drenched for it.”

She responded with a stuttered gasp.

I’d angled myself so that each leisurely thrust grazed along her G-spot, which had her pussy clamping. Even I was struggling to hold on, my balls had turned harder than a baseball while I tried to make this last as long as possible for both of us.

“Tell me. Tell me how much you love it.”

“ Ahhh, Tanner.”

“Tell me”—I ordered again, adding pressure where my soaked fingers were sliding between her legs—“and I’ll let you come.”

“I love it.”

“Uh-uh. Say it properly.”

Her jaw clenched as her pussy squeezed hard once more, shooting a shock of pressure up my spine and back down to my balls. Yeah, this was going to be over soon .

“I love your cock.”

“Good girl.”

Reaching up, I gripped her chin in my hand and turned her.

Her eyes were glazed over and lust-fueled, her pupils so shot they’d turned the milk chocolate to onyx, begging me to give her release.

My tongue thrust into her mouth as I drove my hips forward and swallowed her cries.

I pulled almost entirely out of her and plunged back.

“I need to feel you explode, I need to give you something to last while I’m away.”

Her body went limp in my arms, she had no more to give as I entered her over and over.

Frantic gasps for air heaved her chest, and her thighs, still flung over mine, trembled viciously.

My hands were now cupping her perfect ass, pulling her cheeks apart on the off chance it was possible for me to get any deeper inside her.

“Yes-y es - fuck -yes. Mil lie .”

And then it happened.

Black spots burst across my eyes as my cock jerked wildly through each spasm of Millie’s pussy and garbled cry.

Taking her mouth again, I kissed her deeply, slowly, trying and failing to convey every emotion whizzing through me.

That I didn’t want to leave, that I already missed her, that I couldn’t wait to see her cheering me in the stands while she wore a shirt with my name on it.

If I didn’t already know I’d fallen hopelessly in love with her, the moment she turned to me with big brown eyes open wide, I’d have known then.

“You are so goddamn beautiful.” My lips brushed along her shoulder, her jaw, her nose, before landing on her lips. “ If we have a girl I’m going to have to lock her up for twenty-one years.”

“What if we have a boy?”

“Then he’ll take after his dad.” I grinned.

“Oh lawd. Help us all.”

“Hey, worked with you.” I planted one last kiss on her shoulder and eased out. “Ready to admit you’re in love with me yet?”

She answered with an eye roll, which had me laughing all the way to the shower.

“What time will you get to your mom’s?” I asked, ten minutes later, walking out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in one hand and my toiletry bag in the other.

Millie put down the book she was reading and picked up her phone. “Radley says lunchtime.”

“Lunchtime? You’re not driving?”

“Nope, helicopter.”

“Pays to be besties with the president’s daughter, huh?

” I sat down on the edge of the mattress next to Millie.

Placing my hand over her belly, I was suddenly overcome with a bout of nerves at the thought of her flying through the air at high speed.

And not even in a plane. I’d never thought much about helicopters, but now I was, they seemed way too rickety to transport a pregnant woman.

The interstate wasn’t any better either.

Maybe I should tell her not to come. “You going to be okay flying?”

“Yes, why?”

“Because…you know…it’s not safe,” I spluttered.

“It’s a presidential helicopter.”

“I’m not sure that makes me feel better.” I chuckled, and reaching for my travel bag, I dropped it on the end of the bed to finish packing. “They’re better than regular helicopters though, right? Aren’t they bombproof or something?”

Millie’s brows dropped. “What?”

Picking up the pile of baby books I’d had on the end table, I tossed them inside the bag. “Babe, you’re pregnant, and I don’t know if you should be flying.”

“Why not?”

“Because—” I stopped, I didn’t want to say it out loud. I didn’t want to put it into the universe, as Holiday would say. “Just…is it safe ? The pilots are good? What happens if you get sick?”

“Well, they fly the President of the United States, so I’m assuming they have some kind of qualification,” she replied in a tone that said she thought I was going nuts. The smirk she was wearing didn’t help. “And it comes equipped with full medical support.”

“And Radley’s Secret Service will be there, won’t they? The big guy, Jake, he knows medical stuff?”

“ Yes. He has training…Tan?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not, I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“I’ll be safe. You don’t need to worry.”

I didn’t tell her I would worry until I saw her again. Instead, I went back into my closet, opened one of the bottom drawers until I found what I was looking for, and took it out to her. “Will you still wear this?”

Holding it up to unfold, a smile stretched across her face as she took it in. My shirt, my name.

“Yes, I promise. ”

“Thank you.” I chucked a final pair of sneakers into my bag, zipped it up, and returned to sit next to her.

Her hair was still a little tangled from sleeping, and a couple of strands were stuck to her shoulder, which I tucked behind her ear.

“You can stay as long as you want, go back to sleep, or whatever you need. Take a bath, hang out?—”

“I have to pack for D.C., but I can do all that at mine.”

“I know, I just like thinking of you here in my space, using my things.”

Her hand cupped my cheek, it didn’t quite fit around it, but I found myself leaning into it anyway, especially when she brushed her thumb across my stubble.

“You’re really very sweet, you know that.”

“Yes. I do. What d’you think I’ve been trying to tell you for so long? I. Am. Sweet . For someone getting an Ivy League degree, you’re a little slow on the uptake.”

Her eyes rolled upward and she was still laughing as I walked out to meet the guys in the living room.

“ H ey, have you ever been on Radley’s helicopter?”

Lux looked up from his phone where he’d been reading an article about predictions on which team would progress through to the League Championship Series—Lions were a favorite. “Radley’s helicopter?”

“Yeah, the one she and Millie are flying down on. It’s safe, right?”

“It belongs to the United States Military, so my guess is yes, it’s safe. ”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. Okay. Good, thought so, just wanted to check.”

“What are you worrying about?” asked Ace, fastening his seat belt as we prepared for takeoff.

We were on the Lions jet heading down to D.C., sitting in our usual group of four seats near the back of the plane where we could usually have a conversation without being overheard.

“Millie’s flying down to D.C. in a helicopter. It made me nervous, is all,” I replied, opening up The Dad’s Guide to Pregnancy, only to close it again. “They feel flimsy.”

Taking my bag down from the overhead bins, I found the children’s book about Jackie Robinson I’d picked up the other day. It didn’t matter if we were having a boy or a girl, they would be learning about baseball.

Since the first time I’d made a recording for Millie, a couple more followed, and I was getting better at them.

I hadn’t given them to her yet, because I wanted her to have more than one when I did, and I’d wanted them to be about more than my feelings for her.

Some were short, others were a little longer.

I’d recorded how I went through my days, I’d read articles about the baseball season, and now I had a pile of books to read to the baby too.

Lux eased it from my hands and turned it over, studying the illustrated picture of Jackie Robinson on the front, baseball bat over his shoulder. “This is cool. Radley’s mom has one in this series.”

“I think those are books Payton looked after before she moved to adult fiction,” Ace said, peering over. “You think they’ll write about us like this one day?”

I shrugged. “Who knows. If they were going to write about anyone, it would probably be Reeves. Maybe Payton could give us the criteria.”