Page 7 of Pining for Davis

Chapter Three

Millie

“I can’t believeyou talked me into this,” I say, rolling my eyes at my best friend.

“Oh please. All we’re doing is having dinner. Whatever happens, happens,” Chloe says still wearing that goofy grin she’s been wearing since Saturday.

“You’re right. Why am I so freaking nervous?” I ask, watching as she pulls the lasagna out of the oven. I smooth down the red velvet dress we picked out a couple of days ago hoping he likes it. It only goes to mid-thigh, and is probably too fancy for a Christmas dinner, but I do admit I love how good I look in it.

“Because it’s Davis and you’ve had a crush on him since elementary school. Because no other man compares to him. Because in your eyes, he’s the one.”

“Okay, good point. I need some fresh air. I’ll be right back.”

“Everything is going to be fine, Mills. You’ll see,” She calls as I walk out of the front of the house into the twenty degree weather and it chills me immediately. It does nothing for my nerves though. Standing on the porch, I look up into the black sky and stare at the stars. Seeing the biggest and brightest one, I make a wish that tonight will be different. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a truck pull up and flash their lights at me. Assuming it’s Davis, since it’s dark and hard to see, I walk over as the passenger door opens.

“Get in.”

“What about dinner?” I ask.

“Dinner can wait, we need to talk,” Davis demands.

“Alright, take it easy.” I say, and get into his truck.

The moment I close the door, Davis engages the locks and pulls out of the driveway. Speeding away.

“What’s the rush? Davis are you okay?”

“I needed to talk to you alone, before he showed up.”

“He who?”

“Your date?” The look Davis gives me scares me while at the same time excites me. The rest of the ride is spent in silence as Davis weaves in and out of traffic. Ten minutes later Davis pulls up to a home in a quiet neighborhood and shuts off his truck.

“Where are we?”

“My house.”

“Your house? Why are we here?” I ask, confused as hell.

Instead of answering me, he gets out of the truck and slams the door then walks over to my side and opens mine for me. I get out, but stop before closing the door. “Davis, what are we doing?”

Davis picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, kicking my door closed. If I didn’t know Davis like I do, I’d probably be freaked out, but my crazy ass is loving this. Maybe Chloe was right. One arm bands across my calves and the other slides up my naked thighs and over my ass before he smacks it. Jesus, when did Davis get so caveman? I bite my lip to keep from moaning and hold on for the ride.

He walks in through the garage and through the door that leads to the kitchen. He doesn’t stop. Instead, he walks through the dark house until he gets to a bedroom. He doesn’t bother turning on the light. Instead, he drops me on the bed then takes my mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue slides against the crease of my lips and I open instantly for him.

Davis presses his body over mine as we kiss, the thickness in his jeans pressing against my aching core, making me moan.

“What was that?” He pulls back and asks.

Biting my lip, I look up into his dark eyes unable to speak.

He gives me a devilish grin. “Do it again,” he says, thrusting against me, and I do.

“Davis,” I moan.

“Yeah baby girl, I got you,” he growls sliding his hands up my thighs and ripping my panties off of me.

Davis stands and pulls the button of his jeans and unzips his zipper. He pulls out his cock, rubbing his hand up and down his thick shaft.

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