Page 9 of The Only Reason (The Trident Trilogy 2)

Chapter Five

Millie

San Diego, California

2020

“Mills? Where are you?” I hear Mason yelling from inside the house, and I already know I’m in trouble again. I’m usually done showering by the time he gets home from work. “Millie?”

He sounds like he’s starting to panic. He’s been overly protective of me since the day we met, but he’s gone into full-on bodyguard hyper-drive since I was kidnapped. Despite doing everything in his power to be there to stop it from happening, he wasn’t there and I almost died. Surprisingly, that’s taken way more of a toll on him than it has on me.

“Millie!” I know he saw my car in the driveway, so there’s no use trying to hide from him.

“I’m in the back, babe!” I yell over the sound of the water streaming over me from the outdoor shower on my back patio. I’m rinsing my hair when he walks through the French doors. He turns toward me and throws his hands up in exasperation.

“Millie! What did I tell you about showering naked outside?”

“That it’s perfectly fine and I should definitely use my own judgment on the matter,” I say, tilting my head and doing my best to smile sweetly.

“That’s not even a little bit right,” he says. He tries to keep his face stern, but his expression changes rapidly as his eyes start exploring my body. His voice lowers into a growl. “Can you please keep your swimsuit on until you get in the house?”

“I mean, I guess I could, but I don’t really want to,” I say, purposely challenging him again. My attempts to break him of his protective obsession have absolutely failed up to this point. From the look on his face, this one is failing, too. “Besides, no one can see me when I’m in the shower. These walls are like ten feet tall.”

“They’re eight feet tall, and if someone breaks into the backyard, it doesn’t matter how high the walls are,” he says as he starts to slowly walk into the shower.

“Apparently someone did just break in, and all he’s doing so far is lecturing me.”

He raises his eyebrows as he starts to smile. “Millicent. You’re being very bad right now.”

“Don’t call me that.” I made the mistake of telling him my grandma used to call me Millicent. He knows I don’t like it. He uses it when he’s scolding me.

I back up under the protection of the stream of water as he starts to close in. He’s calculating each step like a cheetah stalking a gazelle on the Kenyan plains. He’s still fully clothed from work, right down to his combat boots.

“Stop!” I say, laughing as I flick water at him from the shower stream. “Stop. You’re going to get wet.”

“Yeah. So are you.” He lunges at me, coming directly through the water—spinning me around and pinning my frontside to the shower wall. He immediately puts his hand between my legs and strokes me with his fingers. “Hmm. Feels like you already are. Does just the sound of my voice make you this wet?”

“You know, when you’re this arrogant, it’s really a turn-off,” I say, panting and trying desperately to sound convincing.

“Is that right?” He slowly snakes his hands around my body and starts playing with my already fully erect nipples. He starts gently kissing my neck, knowing just how to make me squirm. His hands move down my body and press my hips backward as he starts rhythmically grinding me into him. I nudge his kisses away from my neck and onto my lips. He pulls me closer to him as he starts exploring my mouth with his tongue.

He stops kissing me for a second and whispers, “You know your neighbors are going to hear us.”

“Maybe,” I say defiantly. “That depends entirely on if you can make me moan.”

“Yeah. Like that’s ever been a problem,” he says as he strokes me between my legs again. I let out a low moan.

“See?” he whispers.

“There’s no way anyone heard that. You’re going to have to try harder.” I barely get it out before he pushes his fingers inside me. “Ahh!” My moan echoes off the shower walls.

“That’s my girl,” he says softly as he starts to kiss my neck again. His fingers start to pump in and out of me. He lets me enjoy the ride for a few minutes before he rubs his thumb directly on the spot he knows will make me finish the most quickly. My body shudders up against him after only a few expertly executed strokes.

With my body still tingling, he turns me around to face him. I pull off his drenched T-shirt and run my hands over his chest until I get to his belt. I quickly free him of his pants and start stroking him. He lifts me up and I push him inside me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he starts pumping himself into me. My body is so stimulated that it only takes a few strokes for me to cum again. He follows with a groan that slowly rumbles out from deep inside him.

He pulls me even closer—breathing heavily into my ear as the water continues to stream over his back. “I love you,” he says, nuzzling my wet hair with his nose.

I bite his earlobe playfully. “I love you, babe.”

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