Billion Dollar Milkmaid: The Complete Series (8 page)

“You’re all red.”

“Nothing. I’m not feeling well. It’s best I go home.”

Patrick looked deep into her eyes. They burned with an intensity that gave Amy the chills. If anything could convince her to stay, it was his captivating gaze.

Patrick released her hand and stepped towards her. He pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. “Get some rest.”

Amy smiled and turned to leave. Just as she was reaching for the doorknob, he called out to her. She froze. Why did she feel like a fugitive? She was free to do what she wanted, whenever she wanted. Amy turned, prepared to tell Patrick off.

“You forgot this.” He held out a check. She took it and nearly fainted when she saw the amount.

“It’s more than we agreed on,” he said, somewhat shyly.

“I’ll say,” Amy muttered.

“Well, have fun with it.”

Amy watched him closely. He seemed nervous. It wasn’t a side of him she was used to seeing. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. Then, she folded her check, placed in her pocket, and left for her dinner with Hunter.

~

Hunter was waiting for her when she pulled into her driveway. Feeling suddenly shy, Amy approached him slowly. His face lit up at the sight of her. Amy felt her spirits rise.

He met her halfway to her front door and kissed her gently on the corner of her mouth. The kiss wasn’t exactly intimate, but it wasn’t strictly friendly either.

“I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward.” Hunter held up a bottle of wine.

“No, that’s perfect. Let’s go inside and open it.”

As Amy struggled to open the bottle, she glanced up at Hunter. He
’d removed his coat and rolled his shirt sleeves to the elbow. His shirt stretched tightly across strong, lean muscles.

Amy bit her lip. All thoughts and concerns about Patrick were forgotten.

“Let me help you with that.”

Hunter took the bottle from her and pulled on the cork. Amy watched his hard biceps tense and strain. She was overcome with the urge to push him against the kitchen counter and have her way with him. She had to stop herself; making the first move made her nervous.

With a loud ‘pop’ the cork came out of the bottle. He poured the red wine into two glasses and offered her one. Hunter watched her closely as she sipped the rich drink.

“So…” he said.

“So…” she mimicked him. They both laughed at the awkwardness of the moment.

“Oh shit,” Amy said, “I’m supposed to be making dinner.”

She’d completely forgotten that she’d invited Hunter over for a meal. Amy had been so swept away by the idea of alone time with Hunter that she hadn’t planned on cooking. Her refrigerator was largely empty.

Hunter laughed. “No worries. We’ll figure something out.”

His voice had a slight lilt to it, that implied more than Amy was capable of processing at the moment. She took a big sip of wine and put the glass down.

“Should we order in?”

Amy began to walk towards the phone. As she passed Hunter he wrapped an arm around her waist. Her heart raced. He rested his hands on her hips.

“What’s the rush?”

His mouth was an inch from her ear. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Amy turned towards him so that they were face to face. She wanted him to kiss her, but he hesitated. Was he nervous? she wondered. Or was he teasing?

Something inside of Amy snapped. She didn’t want to be the girl that was always waiting for something good to happen to her. The new Amy would take what she wanted and make her own happiness.

Amy kissed him hard. He pulled her to him and pressed his body against hers. She began clawing at his shirt like a wild animal. Hunter unbuttoned it quickly and threw it to the floor.

He picked up Amy around her waist and lifted her onto the countertop.

His hands found their way up her skirt. Amy giggled as he slowly pulled her underwear down. It gave her time to admire his chest. He had the body of a man half his age.

Hunter spread her legs apart and positioned himself between them. Every inch of Amy’s body ached for his touch.

He kissed her neck and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her closer. Amy lifted herself off the counter and leaned into Hunter just as he plunged his cock into her. She arched her back and cried out.

He fucked her hard. Amy had to brace herself against the cabinets above her head.

She felt completely enraptured in the moment. If any small part of her had doubts about hooking up with Hunter, it had been extinguished under the force of the orgasm coursing through her body.

Regrets are for tomorrow, she thought. Tonight is about Hunter.

He fucked her high and hard. His cock was thick and long, almost too big.

Amy wrapped her legs around him tight. She squeezed him between her thighs and dug her nails into his back.

Patrick was amazing in bed, but Hunter brought an older man’s confidence and experience. Amy was amazed by his stamina. His hard cock drove into her over and over. He lasted longer than a man half his age would have.

She didn’t want the moment to end, but when they came together Amy felt a flood of ecstasy and relief wash over her.

Hunter leaned against her, breathing heavily. She began to jump down from the counter when Hunter pushed her back. She looked at him questioningly and he smiled.

Her nipples were cherry red and erect, too inviting for the man to ignore. He held her tightly around the waist as his mouth found its way to her breast.

He bit the creamy white skin below her nipple gently. Amy felt tingly all over. When his mouth made contact with her sensitive breasts, fresh aftershocks of mini-orgasms shot through her body.

He kissed her softly before taking her nipple in his mouth. His tongue tickled her. Warmth radiated throughout her chest and spread through her body.

The man sucked lightly.

A gently pinching complimented the waves of pleasure shooting through her body nicely. She found herself moaning again.

Amy put her hands between her legs and began masturbating. She was wet and juicy from the sex. Her fingers slid in and out of her vagina quickly.

Hunter sucked harder, draining her right breast empty. He wasted no time in moving on to her left. As he sucked on the left, he massaged the right, kneading it roughly.

His lips latched onto her with force. He worked greedily. Amy was reminded of Patrick. She hated thinking about him now, but she couldn’t push his face out of her mind. She wondered what he would say if he knew how much he had in common with Hunter. The thought made her smile.

When she looked down, Hunter was looking back at her. He had finished with her breast and now watched her closely.

“Do you enjoy it?” he asked.

“Mmm,” she purred.

Amy hopped down from the counter. Hunter watched her as he dressed.

“Patrick doesn’t know I’m here, does he?”

Amy’s face grew red. She turned her back to him and concentrated on buttoning her top.

“I shouldn’t think it matters.” Amy cleared her throat. She thought she heard the sound of Hunter laughing behind her.

“It will to Patrick.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

Suddenly she felt alarmed. She hadn’t realized how scared she was of Patrick finding out she’d been with Hunter. It would surely humble him, but it might also drive him away. And, she thought, God only knows what he’ll do to Hunter.

All of her relationships had become a tangled mess: with Patrick, it wasn’t strictly professional; with Hunter it was more than just sex. But was it? She was startled to realize how much she enjoyed Hunter’s company. She could see herself with him. If he would have her. But she wanted Patrick too. Amy sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She felt a migraine coming on.

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

Amy nodded. “Thank you.”

“It’s just as well, I don’t want to see my business with Patrick compromised.”

Amy suddenly remembered that both Hunter and Anna Belle were in Patrick’s house earlier that day. “What were you discussing with Patrick, this morning?”

“The wedding.”

Amy felt a hard coldness in the pit of her stomach. “Wedding?”

Hunter looked up at her as he buckled his belt. “To Anna Belle. Patrick’s marrying my daughter.”

Amy looked away. Rage boiled inside her. She balled her hands into fists and dug her nails into her palms. She’d believed Patrick and Anna Belle were on the verge of breaking up, not committing themselves to a life together. Amy turned her anger on Hunter.

“You know my relationship with Patrick. It doesn’t bother you that he’s marrying your daughter?”

“I understand that the two of you have a….unique arrangement.”

“ ‘Unique?’ I fuck him for money.”

She was shouting now. In truth, her relationship with Patrick was far more complicated than ‘sex for money’ but she’d lost her temper. She was furious at Patrick for deceiving her and angry at Hunter for not caring.

“My business dealings with Patrick are important. There’s a lot of money at stake. And my daughter… well, you’ve seen how volatile she is. Being with Patrick calms her-some.”

Amy couldn’t believe she was hearing these weak rationalizations from Hunter. She had thought of him as the reasonable, level-headed one.

“You’re a real piece of work,” Amy said with disbelief.

“
Now look…” A darkness came over Hunter, she wouldn’t have guessed he was capable of. “You’re not going to cause trouble.” It wasn’t a question. He was threatening her.

Before she could answer he cut her off. “Because if you did, well… you’re not the first girl in a position like this. You don’t want  to know what happened those who came before you.”

The hair on Amy’s arms stood on end.

“Patrick’s not going to find out about this, or any of the rest. He’s going to marry my daughter and business will continue as usual. Some cheap whore’s not going to change that.”

Amy was frozen in place. Her mind reeled in a hundred different directions. She couldn’t tell how serious the threat from Hunter was. Was he threatening to cut off her access to Patrick and the money? Or was he threatening something more sinister?

What about Patrick? Did he know about the kind of man he was dealing with- the family he was marrying in to? Anna Belle’s vicious temper suddenly made more sense. Hunter was more controlled, but he was just as cutthroat.

Hunter took out his wallet and pulled out several one hundred dollar bills. He folded them and ran them down her face and between her breasts.

“I can see why Patrick likes you.” Hunter’s voice was low and gravelly. She had once found it sexy, but now it made her skin crawl. Amy closed her eyes and prayed for him to disappear.

“Just keep Patrick happy. Don’t do anything to rock the boat.” Hunter stuck the money between her breasts.

When Amy opened her eyes he was gone. She pulled the money out of her top and threw it. She leaned against the counter and slid down to the floor.

What had she gotten herself in to? She wrapped her arms around her legs and felt utter despair. Then she remembered the promise she’d made to herself: she would make her own happiness. The old Amy would get bullied and shoved around. The new Amy would take control of her life.

First, she had to find out what Patrick knew. Next, she had to learn everything she could about Hunter and his business, while avoiding Anna Belle at all costs. Then, she would strike.

6

Amy ran her thumb over Patrick’s lips. They were full, moist and tender. A small droplet of milk hung on the corner of his mouth. Amy couldn’t help wiping it away.

Patrick smiled at her, amused by the maternal gesture. He licked his lips and motioned for her to sit.

Amy watched him carefully. She hadn’t mentioned her encounter with Hunter, or her knowledge of Patrick’s impending nuptials to Anna Belle. And in turn, Patrick hadn’t said a word about his engagement. She wondered how long he planned on keeping up the lie.

As she watched him finish up paperwork at his desk, she couldn’t help marveling at how well he juggled his life. He had a way of compartmentalizing people that gave her pause.