Page 164 of Quiet Obsession
I rise on one elbow, giving her exactly what she needs, fingers playing her clit with more intensity than my cock is using to work gently inside her.She comes within minutes, whispering she’s mine and that she loves me, and I follow her over the edge.
I’ll follow this girl everywhere.
Epilogue
Creed
SIX MONTHS LATER
Not much was changing in my life for years at a time.
A decade of my father’s abuse. Then the years of violence I poured out onto others, switching from victim to oppressor. Then the years with Hyde, Noah, and Dash.
Now,everythingischanging so fast I struggle to keep up.
It all started with the girl—my girl—currently rummaging through one cardboard box after another. I lean against the front door, arms folded over my chest, eyes on Millie as she tears through the house.
“I know they’re here somewhere,” she insists.
She’s searching for sandals that’ll go with the dress she’s wearing. Same dress I’ve pushed over her ass fifteen minutes ago when I bent her over the kitchen island.
It’s gorgeous, girly, white with red flowers and red, ribbon-like shoulder straps tied into bows. It cinches her waist,accentuates her tits, and flares down, stopping mid-thighs.
May weather’s been good so far with more sunny days than not and Millie’s embracing that and her newfound love for cute dresses while strategically driving me out of my fucking mind.
“Where did Hyde put them?” she mutters, elbow deep in a box markedshoes.
Millie and Hyde drove home last week to pack her things. Her parents weren’t thrilled she’s moving in with a guy they haven’t even met, but Millie said Hyde had my back.
He told them Millie’s safer with me than she ever was with them and then went on to air the dirty laundry of their past.
He’s been processing that conversation since, promising he’ll fill me in soon. I’m giving him until the end of the week because Millie asked me to, but if he keeps deflecting on Sunday, I’m beating the words out of him.
He’s not allowed to keep shit from me ever again.
“Check the one by the stairs, baby,” I say when Millie stops in the middle of our entryway, eyes scanning the boxes we haven’t had time to unpack.
Morning light pours through the wide windows, highlighting the chaos Millie created in less than two days since we moved in. The place is technically livable, even if a mess. The bed’s assembled, the couch arrived yesterday, and the kitchen works well enough to make a cup of coffee.
Everything else is either still packed or misplaced.
So much is happening between the fast-approachinggraduation, my new business venture, and the house move and renovations, that I doubt we’ll settle in before summer ends.
After Noah told Hyde we’d probably grow distant once I graduate, I started thinking and planning. No way would I live in Seattle while my girl and my friends are three hours away at Gravemont, so I put the wheels in motion.
My childhood house went on the market first, the asking price lower than my agent recommended. It sold within ten days. While the paperwork was being transferred, I accessed the rest of my inheritance and cashed in Jeremiah’s life insurance policy.
That alone was enough to buy a two-story, four-bedroom home at the edge of Blackwood Point. The campus is only a fifteen-minute drive away. My business-in-the-making is on the way, so next semester, Millie will drop me off there before classes and she’ll join me once she’s done.
“Got them!” she exclaims, pulling the platform sandals out.
“Good, now let’s go.”
She beams at me, face glowing after the orgasm I wrung out of her ten minutes ago. She balances on one foot, then the other, putting her shoes on.
Six months ago, she barely spoke, rarely smiled, and hid in oversized clothes, but that girl has grown and now, Millie Ward is dangerously comfortable with happiness. She smiles often, talks my ear off, paints, wears cute dresses, and laughs easily.
I can’t get enough of her.
