Page 25 of Imperfect Saint
Millie had her back to him so she didn’t see him coming. Joshua had turned to say something to one of the servers so he didn’t see him either. Hunter slid in behind Millie, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck.
“Morning, beautiful.”
Millie shot nearly a foot off the ground, letting out a squeak of surprise that had half the room turning to look at them, including her ex. Joshua glanced back at her quickly and his eyes darkened when he noticed Hunter. His gaze dropped to where Hunter’s arms were wrapped around Millie and his smile fell too. It was all Hunter could do not to stick his tongue out at the asshole.
“Oh my God.” Millie recovered quickly, her hand coming down to settle on top of his over her stomach, “You scared me, Hunter.”
“Sorry baby.” He rubbed his jaw against the sensitive skin of her neck and smiled when she shivered. Yeah, he was really glad he hadn’t shaved now. He wanted to mark her soft skin and not just on her exposed neck. He wondered what she’d think of him leaving stubble burn up her thighs as he laid her out and licked her pussy until she came all over his tongue. His dick recovered from the cold shower instantly with that thought and he tried to shake it away and not get ahead of himself.
“It’s okay.” Millie turned slightly, just enough to look up at him over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled with mischief when she grinned, “You can make it up to me later.”
He chuckled at the innuendo her ex wasn’t about to miss. Oh, somebody was feeling playful this morning. Good. She hadn’t closed herself off from him yet if that was the case.
“If you’d stayed in bed, I could’ve made it up to you right now.” Hunter kissed her neck softly and whispered in her ear loud enough for her ex to hear, “I woke up and you weren’t there and you know how much I hate waking up without you.”
“I was hungry.” Her voice had gone breathy and he couldn’t contain the urge to run his teeth over her earlobe.
“So was I.”
“Hunter.” She said his name in a warning tone, no doubt to remind him that he was laying it on a little thick again, but he didn’t care.
He’d told her before that this wasn’t an act for him. Everything he said to her, everything he said about her, it was real for him. She needed to know that applied whether they were alone or in public, whether it was day or night, and that it wouldn’t change whether they were here or when they left to go back to the city.
“Hunter.” She said his name again, squeezing his hands at the same time, “You remember Joshua from last night?”
Hunter smirked when she tried to play nice and make another introduction but he wasn’t in the mood and from the way her ex glared at them it was clear he wasn’t either. That was good too. It meant the asshole believed they were a couple and maybe, if Hunter was lucky, that meant Joshua Bell would give up whatever it was he had planned to get Millie back.
“Oh, yeah.” Hunter didn’t offer his hand, didn’t move them from Millie’s body at all, “Hey Josh.”
“It’s Joshua.” The other man’s jaw was so tight the words came out through clenched teeth.
“Yeah, that’s what I said.” Hunter grinned and then, before the other guy could get another word in he spun Millie around, switching their positions. It put him between her and her ex. She was facing him now and his back was to Joshua Bell. Hunter shut him out of the conversation with nothing but his broad shoulders and he saw Millie trying to contain a grin. “That’s an awful lot of food you’ve got there just for little ol’ you. Why don’t you let me help carry it?”
Millie let him take the heaping plate she’d been holding, “It’s not just for me. I told you. I was getting us breakfast and I was going to bring it back upstairs to you.”
God she was sweet. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to suck on her tongue and taste her again. He’d only thought he had it bad for her before last night. Sleeping with her in his arms, having her open up to him even just a little, opening himself up to her, it made his need for her that much more powerful.
“Mmm, I should’ve stayed in bed then. I could’ve had breakfast and dessert.” He winked and Millie giggled, her cheeks flaming pink at the innuendo.
Behind him, Hunter heard what sounded like a strangled growl of annoyance. He glanced over his shoulder in time to see Joshua Bell snarl. The other man snatched a drink from the hand of the server so hard it nearly spilled as he stomped away.
Hunter turned back to find Millie barely containing her laughter and grinned down at her, “I thought his head was going to explode when I called him Josh.”
“Oh God.” She snickered, putting a hand to her mouth to contain the sound, “He hates being called that.”
“I figured.”
“But I don’t think we have to worry about his head exploding. If it’s withstood his ego all these years, I doubt we can even make a dent.”
Hunter chuckled as he slung his arm around her shoulders, “So, now that I’ve handled him for a little while longer, what do you say we find somewhere to eat and you can tell me what we’re up to today?”
“Sounds like a plan. Come on. I think I saw the grooms sneak off to the patio to eat in peace. I bet they have a couple extra chairs away from all these curious eyes.” Millie slid from under his arm but surprised him when she reached back and took his hand.
She laced her fingers through his, smiled at him and he knew his world was never going back to the way it had been before Lemon called him two days ago. He gave Millie’s small hand a quick squeeze and she smiled back at him. Her cheeks were still flushed pink but she ducked her head and started for the back door, dragging him behind her, not letting go even though he’d have followed her regardless.
They made their way out onto the patio and there were more people sitting around back here. Some were perched on the wall that framed the big patio. Others were sitting on the stairs. The patio table to the right was full of people chatting away, shoved so close together they were all eating atop each other’s plates.
“This way.” Millie tugged his hand again and led him around the corner of the house to a smaller area out of view.
