The Langfield Brothers: Box Set

14. Millie

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MILLIE

Me: Text me when you land, please.

Coach: Just touched down.

Me: Is it pathetic to say I miss you?

Coach: If it is, then I am too.

Me: Pathetic?

Coach: Missing you like crazy.

Me: And yet you refused to kiss me.

Coach: You damn well know it isn’t because I didn’t want to.

Me: That’s what you tell all the girls.

Coach: There are no other girls, Peaches.

Coach: How was work today?

Me: Your sister was amazing. She got a standing ovation. It was incredible.

Coach: You’re incredible.

Me: Ha. Flattery will get you everywhere.

Coach: Oh yeah? Like where?

Coach: You’re just going to leave me hanging?

Me: LOL sorry. Gabe stopped by and I got distracted. We’re going to grab dinner. TTYL

Coach: Who is Gabe?

Coach: Millie.

Coach: Who the fuck is Gabe?

Me: Aw, are you jealous?

Coach: You went radio silent for hours. I’ve gotten absolutely zero work done, and that’s your response?

Coach: I don’t play games, Millie, so if that’s what this is, count me out.

Coach: Yes, I’m fucking jealous. I’m jealous of anyone who gets to spend time with you. I’m jealous of my own goddamn sister because she gets to see your beautiful face every damn day. I’m jealous of your shadow because it gets to be where you are. So yeah, I’m jealous of whoever this Gabe is because he just got to have dinner with you.

Holy shit. I reread Gavin’s message at least five times. Then I decide I’m done with texting. So, with a glass of wine in hand, I head for my bed and click on Gavin’s name.

Two rings later, he appears on my screen. His face is etched with frustration and his hair is wild, like he’s been pulling on it. His brown eyes dart from side to side, like he’s scanning my surroundings. Then he sighs and all but deflates.

“It’s just me, handsome.” I give him what I hope is a sexy smile and hold up my glass of wine.

“Where’s Gabe ?” He says Gabe’s name like it’s a disease. It’s hard to contain my giddiness over seeing him this way. Maybe I should feel bad, but jealous Gavin is hot. Like scorching-level hot.

I run my tongue over the rim of my glass and then take a sip.

His eyes go molten as he watches me.

“He left.”

Then that jaw ticks. “Are you going to tell me who he is?”

I set my glass on the nightstand next to my bed, then I prop my phone up against a candle and shimmy back a few inches. “Figured you’d prefer doing something other than talking about my gay best friend slash coworker.” Without waiting for his response, I pull my shirt over my head, exposing my breasts.

“Jesus.” Gavin roughs a hand down his face. “Please tell me you wore a bra to dinner with your friend.”

I slide a finger over my nipple and circle it until it pebbles. “I don’t like to lie.”

“Fuck, Mills, what are you doing?”

The rough timbre of his voice lights a fire inside me. I nibble on my bottom lip and duck my chin innocently. “I was in the mood to play, but then you said you don’t play games.”

Gavin stands, his leather chair squeaking, and disappears from view. “You are in so much trouble.” A door clicks shut on his end, and then he’s back, dropping into his seat with a scowl. “I’m in my fucking office.”

“Shame. I’m naked in my bed.”

He angles forward like if he does, he can see my lower half. But the screen cuts off at my belly, so he can’t tell if I’m completely naked. The vein throbbing in his forehead has me worrying he’ll hurt himself trying to figure it out, so I put him out of his misery and go up on my knees so he can see that I’m still in my leggings.

“The way I want to lick those tits, Peaches.” He groans as he settles back in his chair.

“Give me a tour of your office.”

The smirk he gives me is pure mischief. “That really what you want to do while we’re alone and you’re topless?”

“Show me your office, and then maybe I’ll show you something of mine.”

“Right.” He snatches his phone off the desk and flips the screen. Then he pans the space slowly, pointing out one thing after another. Bookshelves, a couch, visitor chairs, a couple of things hanging on the walls. He rattles them all off quickly, rushing so we can get to the good stuff.

His impatience makes me grin, but I like seeing this part of his life. The CEO at work. Now when I think about what he’s doing, I can paint more accurate pictures of how he spends his days. Makes him feel more real. And as I see this Gavin, one I’m unfamiliar with, I can’t help but wonder if I could ever really fit into his world.

It’s a healthy dose of reality. A reality I’ll think about later.

“Do me a favor, Coach,” I say, pushing away the concern beginning to niggle at the back of my mind. “Lean back in your chair and show me what you’d do if I were actually there.”

The screen goes dark for an instant, and then Gavin’s there again. “Uh-uh. I gave you your little tour, now I want one of my own.”

“What is it you want to see?” With both hands, I circle my nipples again and give them both a little tug.

He closes his eyes and groans as if he’s in pain. “Millie Hall, please, baby, you are killing me.”

“Oh, the full name. I must have done something really bad if you’re pulling that out.” I hold both hands out, then, still on my knees, I slide my palms down my stomach and to my hips until my thumbs have dipped beneath the fabric of my leggings.

“Don’t do it, baby. Please.”

Heart pounding wildly in my chest, I give him a saucy smile. “But I miss you, and since you aren’t here to take care of me, I need to take care of myself.”I slide my pants down, revealing that I’m also not wearing panties.

He puts his fist over his mouth and growls. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. Grab the phone and lay down.”

There he is .

Liquid heat pools in my core as I settle against my pillows and plant my feet on the mattress, knees wide. “What should I do next?”

“Slide your fingers inside your pussy. Tell me if you’re wet.”

I obey, first sliding a finger against my clit, then dipping into my heat. The moan that works its way out of me as I arch my back is loud and long. “So wet.”

“Show me.”

My breath catches, and I meet Gavin’s gaze. With a shudder, I pull back slowly, then hold a finger up to the screen so he can see the way it glistens.

“Oh, Peaches, do you have any idea how good you taste? If I were there, I’d be licking that finger clean.”

I whimper at the memory that confession conjures, and the heat low in my belly ignites. “It’s been so long,” I whine.

“I know, baby. Let me ease that ache. Circle that needy clit for me.”

“Do you want me to move my phone so you can see?”

Gavin shakes his head quickly, jaw pulsing. “No. I want to watch your face flush. I want to see the way your lips part and how you sink your teeth into that peach flesh when it becomes too much. I want to memorize every glorious expression, because you are so beautiful, Millie.”

I’m already working small circles over my clit, his words edging me closer and closer to orgasm. “I know what you mean,” I pant. “That’s how I felt when you let me suck your cock.”

Gavin makes a throaty noise and runs his tongue along his lower lip. “When I taught you how to deep-throat me.”

I nod. “Yeah. I loved having your cock in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, pushing back in his seat.

“I loved how you pulled my hair back for me, how you fisted it and tugged just a little, then told me to stick out my tongue.”

“Millie,” he pleads, the muscles in his neck taut like he’s gripping his armrests to keep himself in check.

“Come on, Gavin. Take out your cock and fist it. Pretend I’m sucking on it. Remember how good it felt when you slid inside my hot mouth and then told me to hollow my cheeks and lick. God, I can still feel the vein that throbbed as I did it. You were so hard, and I loved every minute of it.”

His image goes shaky, like his hands are unsteady. Then he props his phone up on his desk again, and metal clinks against metal as he undoes his belt. Next, he quickly unzips his pants. “I can’t believe I’m going to fucking jack off in my office right now. You are such a bad influence.”

I let out a satisfied hum as I continue to work my clit.

“If you were here, I’d force you onto your knees for getting me to do this, and I’d fuck your throat.”

“Oh my god. I would love that.”

“I know you would. You’re filthy and perfect.”

“For you I am. Roll your thumb over your head. Let me see if you’re wet.”

Gavin gives me a dark look. “That’s my line.”

A thrill races through me at his wicked tone. “I learned from the best.”

“Damn right you did.” He slides his thumb over the crown of his cock and then holds it up to the phone, confirming my suspicion. He’s dripping just like me. “Now what, Peaches? You going to lick it?”

His dirty words send a zap of desire through me, pushing me closer to the edge and pulling a loud moan from deep within me.

“Don’t you dare fucking come yet,” he grits out. “Pinch that fucking clit and hold on for me.”

With a deep breath to steady myself, I do what he says. I don’t want this to end yet, and the pain puts me right on the edge again. “Now what?”

“Start slowly.” He slides his hand up and down his shaft. He’s still in a white button-down shirt, but the sleeves are rolled, giving me an incredible view of the bulging veins in his forearms as he works himself over.

“You’re CEO porn right now,” I murmur.

He pauses his movements and barks out a laugh. “Fuck, Peaches. You’re…” He shakes his head and smiles, looking away.

“Don’t stop now.”

Gavin focuses on the screen again, his brown eyes molten. I want to sink inside them. I want to drizzle myself in this feeling that only he can provoke in me. I’d bottle it up and keep it. Keep him.

“Oh, we’re not stopping until I see those pretty little lips fall open and you’re crying my name.”

“Deal.”

“Prop the phone up with a pillow so I can see you, baby. Then I want you to do everything I say.”

“Yes,” I pant, ready to lose myself in him. No more overthinking. No more second-guessing. I want this man, and I want to come.

Behind Gavin, through the large window, the sky has turned every shade of orange and pink as the sun sinks low. He’s a world away, and yet I feel so close to him as we moan and writhe and encourage one another.

“That’s my good girl,” he urges. “Fill that greedy cunt with two fingers just like I would and circle that clit. If I were there right now, I’d flip you over and force you to ride my face while you sucked my cock. I’d have to remind you to breathe because you’d be so caught up in rubbing that needy pussy all over me, begging to come.”

“Yes,” I murmur as my legs tremble and I gasp for air.

“But you wouldn’t listen. You’d keep sucking because you love having my cock in your mouth. You love bringing it all the way to the back of your throat and showing me how fucking incredible you are at taking all of me.”

My fingers are a mess as I rub and fuck myself, all the while watching Gavin slide his hand up and down until he’s cursing that he’s going to come. The deep rumble that emanates from him as he slams his eyes shut pushes me over the edge. Then I’m screaming his name and coming so hard my body arches off the bed and I grip the sheets, wishing like hell that it was him between my legs.

When coherent thought returns and I open my eyes, Gavin is watching me, his eyes glassy.

“You’re beautiful.” The words come out so soft and yet gruff at the same time. Like he’s annoyed at just how much I affect him. Like the words tumbled from his mouth without his permission in the same way his body gives and gives and gives when I’m around.

I hate that he’s a sticky mess on the other side of the world and I’m naked and exposed on the bed without him. I hate that our conversation is probably over before it even began, because once again, I seduced him.

It’s painful trying to swallow past the lump in my throat, but with a long breath, I dig deep, garnering the strength to say good night. But Gavin speaks before I can form the words.

“Give me twenty minutes to get cleaned up and head home. If you’re still up when I get there, maybe we could just…”

“Just what?” I ask, unable to hide the hopefulness from my tone.

“Talk.”

The smile that splits my face makes my cheeks ache, and a laugh bubbles out of me. “You want to talk to me?”

Gavin leans forward and reaches for something out of the frame. Then he’s sitting back again and cleaning himself up with tissues. When he looks up again, his hair still mussed, he hits me with that gorgeous smile of his. “Yeah, Peaches. I wanna talk to you until you fall asleep. I want to know everything about you. Fight sleep for a little longer?”

God, I love the way he smiles at me. The way he speaks to me. The names he calls me.

“Okay, Coach. I’ll be waiting for you.”