I lick my lips appreciatively but there’s no time for extra fun. Ben’s gaze is dark, and I can tell he means business. He steps forward and lifts me, draping my legs around his waist. With one arm holding me steady, he reaches between our bodies and positions his cock at my entrance. His head bends slightly as he kisses me sharply right before he thrusts into me.
Sharp splinters dig into my back from the rough wall as Ben presses me against it, driving his cock deeper and deeper into me. But I feel no pain because all I feel is the overwhelming fullness of Ben. He’s everywhere and from the way he’s fucking me, he has no intention of ever letting me go.
Ben
“Isuppose I’ll have to buy you a new blouse too,” I tell Milly as I cradle her in my arms.
She snuggles into my neck and makes the cutest fucking sounds. “You don’t have to buy me a damn thing.”
“I’m glad but we can’t go back to the main house like this.” My suit is dirty and a bit wrinkled but it’s still wearable. Milly’s clothes, on the other hand, look like they’ve been mauled by a fucking wild animal. I smile proudly because when it comes to Milly, I’m practically feral. “I’m sure George has some extra coveralls around here.”
She wrinkles her nose at the suggestion of wearing a pair of George’s dirty, greasy coveralls. “What a first impression,” she groans, covering her face with one hand. “They all watched me fall right on my ass and I’m sure they stayed to watch you carry me away like a caveman.”
“You just agreed to marry me! If that doesn’t call for a celebratory shag, then what does?” Her laughter is music to my ears. My hold on her tightens as I kiss the top of her head. “You made me the happiest fucking man today, Milly.”
“I’m terrified of losing you more than I am of loving you.”
“Why does love scare you?”
“Trusting someone with your heart, trusting they won’t break it is difficult. I’ve seen too many good women give away their heart way too easily only to have it broken. I don’t want to end up like them.”
“So, you’ve never experienced a heartbreak?”
She sighs and starts to shift her body, but I refuse to let her escape. “Yes, I have,” she says after a long silence. “I gave myself to a guy completely to the point where I lost myself. It was my first real, serious relationship. I did what I thought was expected of me. When we broke up, I was devastated because I had no idea who I was without him.”
There’s a soft sniffle. I place my fingers under her chin and tilt her face up. Tiny rivers of tears cascade down her cheeks. “I will never let that happen, Milly. I love that you’re independent and I will always be your home, waiting to welcome you back.”
She opens her mouth to speak but no words come out. Honestly, none are needed. Any man lucky enough to earn Milly’s love would promise the exact same thing. Lucky for me, most men are selfish idiots who think with their cocks.
We spend the next ten minutes rifling around George’s shed, looking for something suitable for Milly to wear. We manage to find a fairly clean t-shirt which is much too big and covers just enough of her arse to get her into the Range Rover without giving the whole family a show. I examine her ankle which is slightly swollen; it’s probably a minor sprain and will heal in a few days.
“I’ll make our excuses while you wait in the car,” I tell her as we step out into the blinding sunlight.
Milly uses her tattered clothing to hide some of her bits that dare to peek out as I help her hobble up the main drive. Thankfully, no one is around but I can feel the heat of my family’s eyes on my back. When Milly is situated inside the Range Rover, I make my way inside the main house where my parents are waiting expectantly.
“Milly had an accident. We need to run back to the lodge park so she can change clothes,” I explain.
“You needn’t bother returning, Benjamin,” my mum hisses.
“What do you mean?”
“First you embarrass your brother and Vanessa with your tantrum. Then you refuse to help your brother achieve his dreams.”
“His dreams, mum? What about mine? Doesn’t what I want matter in this family at all?”
My mum’s lips form a tight line and her eyes narrow in a cruel stare. “Your brother will become the Earl of Strafford. He has worked hard to bring Waterstone Hall back to life. Hedeservesthis!”
My blood is boiling. “Right. Nothing I do matters. I’ve got a fucking degree from the London School of Economics and even that isn’t good enough!”
“Ben, wait,” my father calls out. I turn back because he’s a good man and an even better father. He might be a bit of a pushover at times but I love him dearly.
“I’m sorry dad,” I say softly.
“I just wanted to tell you Milly is a fine lass. You’re quite jammy, my boy.” He claps me on the shoulder and winks.
“I’m quite lucky, dad. I know.”
“Mind the road on your way back to London.” He wraps me tight in a bear hug before he turns and walks away. From the corner of my eye, I catch the disapproving glare of my mum.
