Cookie pushes the cart down the aisle of the grocery store, and I try not to think about what I saw earlier. I trust him, so I’m choosing to wait until I hear the whole story.
Now that I know both Miller and his brother are coming, I want to make sure we have enough food. My heart flutters thinking about him. He said he has family things to deal with, and as much as I don't want to leave his side, I know family is important, so I smiled and told him I’d see him later.
I can’t help but wonder if he might change his mind and have dinner with his family instead. I know I’m being stingy with wanting him to come be with me for Thanksgiving, but there’s no way I could skip out on mine.
In the back of my mind there’s a small voice that wonders why he didn't ask me to come along today. It’s silly because we’ve only known each other for a short time, but I invited him to spend the day with my family already. Our connection is so deep it feels like I’ve known him my whole life.
Mom told me I was being silly but quickly caved, saying if I wanted to get extra food then I should so I don’t worry over it. She knows me well because I would have stressed out over having enough. Plus it gives me something to do so I don’t obsess over when Miller might call or text.
I peek over my shoulder, seeing the same man that I saw earlier. I’m either paranoid or someone is following me. I’m going with paranoid because there is no reason for someone to be following me.
“I think you’re right about getting more food. Your man is big,” Cookie says while wiggling her eyebrows. “Is he big everywhere?” I hit her with the loaf of French bread I picked up. “That’s a yes.”
“You hush.” My face heats, and I get turned on thinking about the things Miller does to my body. He’s the only lover I’ve ever had, but in my heart I know sex couldn’t be better with anyone else. It’s the connection we feel, or at least the one I feel.
“From how red your face is turning, you don’t need to answer me.”
I roll my eyes. He is big everywhere, and I’m still surprised he fit inside me. It was like our bodies were made for each other. I know it’s crazy, but I’m starting to think he’s my soul mate. I didn't ever believe in the whole “love at first sight” thing, but my mind has quickly changed after meeting Miller.
“I think we got everything,” Cookie states. I scan the cart and nod in agreement. “Let’s get out of here. I want to make the cheesecake tonight.”
My mouth waters thinking about her cheesecake. It’s the one thing she can make, and I swear she puts magic into it. She never tells anyone the recipe, so my cheesecakes never turn out quite right.
We both head toward the checkout and I see the same man again. What the heck is going on? I openly stare back at him while we bag up the groceries. Maybe he’s waiting for the right moment to hit on Cookie. Men are always fawning over her, but she never gives anyone a chance.
“You know him?” Cookie asks, seeing me stare at the guy. I shake my head and watch him walk out of the store. “He’s creepy.”
“Yeah he is.”
I find myself checking behind me as we drive home to see if someone is following us. I don’t see anything, so maybe he was just a weirdo who liked to stare.
“Did you girls buy the whole store?” my mom laughs as we bring in all the bags.
“I actually looked up some popular foods from Russia and I was going to give them a go. Pelmeni is sort of like a pastry dumpling and I want to try making a sharlotka. It’s like an apple cake.”
“She’s in deep,” Cookie says to Mom.
“What? I want them to feel welcome, that’s all.” It’s the truth. Again, I know I’m being crazy, but if this is what I think it is, then Miller is going to be around forever. Not that I’m ready to say that to him, because he would probably run for the hills. Aren’t men scared of commitment?
Am I mixing up love with lust? It doesn't matter. For now I don’t think that Miller is going anywhere. We can take things nice and slow if he wishes, but I’m not sure how long we can go slow with him not using protection.
“I’ve decided I’m quitting my job,” I blurt out, and both Mom and Cookie stand there looking shocked for a minute before they practically burst with happiness. They both hug me so hard I almost can’t breathe. “You were so excited when I took the job,” I say, pretending to be pissed.
“I wanted you to follow your dreams,” my mom says and then hugs me again. Of course she did.
“Thank you.” I kiss her on the cheek.
“I’m really starting to like this Miller guy if he’s got Pumpkin coming home,” Cookie chimes in.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” I admit.
“He just gave you the final push?” Cookie asks, and I nod.
We get to work prepping the food for tomorrow, and a little while later my phone chimes. I grab it so fast Cookie bursts into laughter, but I ignore her as I swipe to see what he sent.
Miller: I’ve missed you. Come stay the night with me.
I bite my lip, tempted to do it, but there’s still so much to be done.
Miller: There are things we need to discuss.
My stomach drops. “That’s never a good sign,” Cookie says from beside me, and I elbow my sister for reading my texts over my shoulder.
Me: Can we talk about them tomorrow when you come for Thanksgiving?
“Oh, good call. If he wanted to end it, he wouldn't come over for Thanksgiving.”
“That’s what I was thinking too,” I admit as I wait for him to message back.
Miller: I’m out front.
Well, I guess that answers that question. I bite the inside of my lip, worried about what he wants to talk about.
“Go talk to him,” Cookie pushes.
I wash my hands and take my apron off before I walk to the front door. When I open it, I see a black town car sitting in front of the house, and Miller gets out and holds the door open for me. When I slide in, I see he already has the partition up so the driver can't hear or see us. When he gets in after me, he shuts the door behind him and immediately pulls me into his lap.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
With those four words I know he’s not breaking anything off, and I’m relieved. He drove here to have a few stolen moments with me because he missed me that much. His mouth is all over me, and then I feel the car moving. I don’t ask where we’re going, because all I can think about is Miller’s mouth on my body. In seconds he has my pants off and moves me to straddle his lap. He kisses me as he frees his cock and then fills me in one hard thrust. He lets out a loud groan as I squeeze around him, not realizing how much I needed this connection.
“You're always so wet for me.”
He’s not wrong. The moment I saw him, my excitement began to spread. And right now I might be on top of him, but Miller is in control. His hands on my hips lift me up and bring me down on his thick, swollen length. It’s impossibly bigger than before, and with each thrust I swear he’s growing. He says something in Russian, and while I don’t understand it, it sounds so freaking hot that I clench and grind down on him.
“Play with your clit, krasota.” I do as he tells me, already so close to my orgasm. “Give me your pleasure,” he orders, and I come undone in his arms.
His warm release spills inside of me, and it spurs my orgasm on harder. Feeling him cum in me is so hot I bear down on him so he can’t escape. I rest my head on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath as the throb of him makes aftershocks roll through me.
“I missed you,” I tell him.
“I missed you too.” He plays with my hair. “You smell like sweets.”
“I’ve been prepping for tomorrow. It’s why I can’t stay with you tonight.” As much as I want to, I want tomorrow to be perfect.
“But tomorrow night?” The hand he has in my hair tightens. “I do not like sharing.”
“I’m all yours.”
“You are already all mine,” he says against my throat, and I smile.
When I snuggle into his chest, I realize he smells different. There’s a faint scent of perfume and I don’t like it. I think about the woman I saw him with earlier today and I’m close to saying something about it. But when I lean back and look into his eyes, I know that it’s not guilt I see, but sadness and need.
“How did everything go today?” I’ve decided to trust Miller, and I know that whatever that was, it wasn’t what it seemed, and I’ll let him tell me when he’s ready.
“I saw my mother and father. They will never change.” His voice is resigned, and I’m guessing that’s why he seemed sad.
“I’m sorry.” I don’t want to think about not having my parents, and my heart aches for him.
“Don’t be sorry. I let them go a long time ago. Frost and I felt we owed them a meeting today, but it’s the same bullshit.”
“You’ll always have Frost, and you can make your own family one day.”
A wicked smile crosses his lips, and for all I know I could be pregnant right now. Neither of us voices that aloud, but I know we’re both thinking it.
“I will make my family inside you, krasota, but for tonight I will let you go.”
He releases his hold around me and slowly pulls his cock out. I moan at the loss, but he helps me fix my clothes and kisses me the whole time. When he opens the car door, I see we’re back at my house. He leans down and gives me one last kiss as he brushes his nose against mine.
“This will be the last night I sleep without you.”
I stare at him in shock, unsure what to say. Is he saying I’m moving in with him?
“Go inside. Your mother and sister are watching you.”
I laugh as I let go of his hand and walk inside. When I glance back over my shoulder, I see him get into the car and then watch me as the car pulls away. God, did we really just have a drive-by fuck?
As I go inside, I stop when I see an envelope on the ground in front of the door. Someone must have dropped it when they brought the mail in. I pick it up, but when I flip it over it only says my name on it.
“What’s that?” Cookie asks when she sees me opening it.
“Someone left it at the door.” We stare down at the pictures and it’s of a beautiful woman with her hands on Miller.
“Is that the woman we saw him with earlier?” Cookies asks, and I silently nod.
Behind the picture is an engagement announcement and as I read it, I think I’m going to throw up.