He ground his crotch into her ass.

“Wore my dress,” he growled in her ear.

And she did. The sweater dress that clung to every beautiful inch of her body and there were a lot of them.

He heard her breath catch and the way she was pushing back into him changed.

He yanked up her skirt.

“Oh God,” she breathed, now grinding into him with her ass.

She wanted what he was going to give and she wanted it bad.

This was not about her not getting any for decades.

This had always been Millie. She’d always been up for it anywhere, any way he wanted to give it to her.

The thought and that proof grinding into him made his dick get even harder.

He looked down, gliding a hand over her hip and thigh. He saw his girl in the dress that had been fucking with him since she walked into the cabin wearing it.

No, since they’d had words when he’d delivered the champagne weeks ago.

He also saw the lace edge of her thigh-high.

Fuck.

“Please, Christ, be turned on,” he muttered, sliding his hand up over her ass, into the rim of her panties at the small of her back, down and in.

“Baby,” she whimpered, now he could feel her trembling.

Wet.

He toyed with her to get her closer. When she had her head turned, temple pressed to his jaw, and he heard her panting, he yanked her panties down and felt her gasp go right through his dick.

He freed it, wrapped his hand around it, prodding the tip through her wet.

She got up on her toes, tilting her ass to give better access.

Fuck yeah.

Anywhere, any way he wanted to give it to her.

He wedged in the head, trailed his hand around her hip and then in.

He found her clit with his finger at the same time he drove his cock home.

Fucking ecstasy.

The back of her head dug into his shoulder as she took him, gasping, moaning, whispering, “God yes,” and “So good, Low,” and “More, baby.”

He gave her more until she got it all and while she was coming he put a hand to her jaw to force her to twist her neck as he bent to her so she was facing him. Then he took her mouth.

So when he shot inside her, he came against her tongue.

When he was done, he freed her mouth but only to tuck her forehead into his throat as they both fought to steady their breath, unmoving and still connected, pressed against the wall.

Eventually, he grunted. “Lost control. Next time you were in this dress, wanted you over my knees so I could hike it up, play with your ass and pussy until you begged me to fuck you.”

He felt her lift her head out of his throat and dipped his chin to look down at her.

She was hazy from coming.

She was also turned on.

Anywhere, any way he wanted to give it.

His Millie.

“We’ll do that next time,” he promised.

Her eyes softened and that look on Millie, High had no choice.

He kissed her again.

This time, he did it easing his cock out.

When he was done with her mouth, he righted her clothes and his, led her by her hand to the bathroom, and cleaned her up.

They walked out together, but with Millie going in front of him, only to stop so he had no choice but to stop with her.

Right away, High saw what stopped her.

Poem was chasing Chief across the floor. She pounced. They rolled, scratched, and mewed. Chief got loose. Poem got to her feet. They went into stare-down.

Then Chief chased Poem out of the room.

There was humor in her voice when she whispered, “Best money I ever spent.”

High moved the half a foot that was separating them and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

He kissed the spare inch of skin under her ear exposed by her turtleneck and felt her tremble as she wrapped her arms around his, her hands at his wrists giving them a squeeze.

She turned and twisted as he lifted his head up. She kissed the bottom of his chin.

They’d had moments like this, practically daily, back when they were together. Random moments of tenderness that happened after sex or before it or whenever the spirit moved them.

Fuck, but he’d missed that too.

When she was done with her kiss, he gave her his eyes.

“Need to go check on progress in my office, Snooks,” she muttered.

“Right,” he muttered back, brushed her mouth with his, and let her go.

He didn’t move in order to better enjoy her ass in that dress walking through the room.

She stopped at the door and turned to him.

“I only have one turtleneck dress,” she said softly, a look in her eye he liked a fuckuva lot. “But I have three sweater dresses. One’s kinda fancy, so my biker best take me out to dinner so he can get his reward.”

After delivering that, she walked out.

High still didn’t move.

She’d changed a lot since they ended. None of it in good ways.

Except shit like that.

She might not have had a lover but that didn’t mean she didn’t mature. She didn’t come to know herself better. She didn’t gain confidence.

She obviously did.

She was a hot piece back in the day. They went at each other all the time. And their sessions could get intense and last a very long time.

But there had not been shit like that coming from Millie.

Not where he’d just fucked her, out of control just because of a dress, and then she’d give him a look and say shit that made him want to drag her back and do it again. Do it until he forced her to lose control. Dominate and get her to the point where she was the one begging for more.