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The Rite of Movement | part four

“so move me, baby”

A/N: so like the little slut that I am…I was kicking my feet and giggling at my desk yesterday while writing this 🤭 I surprise myself with just how filthy I can get, woo doggy! Please read the warnings and if this isn’t your cup of tea, just scroll on by baby love! No harm 💗 thank you to my bug @strang3lov3 for the moodboard!! I love u so much & a big thank you to @itsokbbygrl for betaing 🥺

~word count: 6.4k~

Summary: you meet Tommy Miller for the first time, and he takes you for a spin ;)

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!tommy x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, established relationship, Joel is in his 40’s, reader is in her 30’s, mentions of alcohol and smoking, consent, unprotected piv, fingering, pussy play, f!masturbation, semi-public sex, reader and Tommy fuck and Joel’s into it, amateur porn video in the back of Tommy’s truck, language, filthy talk, praise kink, daddy kink, over stimulation/fucked out, light degradation (by Tommy but in a sexy non-offensive way), dumbification kink (endearing), readers nickname is baby love, reader has no physical descriptions, reader, Joel, and Tommy, are sexually liberated individuals, NSFW, +18 minors dni! Please let me know if I missed anything!

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“Joel…” you trailed off, picking at a loose thread on your denim skirt absentmindedly. “What if your brother doesn’t like me?” You questioned in an unsure tone.

He turned to face you, leaning over the dashboard while he rested his elbow along the steering wheel, “baby love, you ain’t got nothin’ to be worried about with my brother, okay? Think y’all are gonna get on like a house fire.” He winked in an attempt to soothe your budding nerves. “What about meetin’ him is gettin’ ya all worked up? Talk to me, darlin.’”

He gently grasped your bare knee in his big, warm, palm.

“This is going to sound so fucking stupid, Joel. But what if he finds me annoying—repulsive? I always get nervous when I’m meeting new people. I’m surprised I didn’t completely shit a brick when I first met you for instance.” You stifled a nervous laugh as you looked over at him.

He gave you that warm reassuring smile of his, dimples peeking through as he gently squeezed your knee. “Y’all are gonna get on just fine, ‘Kay? And listen, between you and me, Tommy and I—we uh—we discussed the possibility of the three of us filmin’ somethin’ together at some point. Now, there ain’t no rush for any of that, okay? Last thing I want to do is make you feel uncomfortable or pressured to get along with him.”

Your pupils dialated, thighs clenching inwards at the prospect of fucking…Tommy? Holy fuck—was this real life?

“You, and Tommy—fucking me?” You spluttered out, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. There was no denying that Tommy Miller was a real hunk, with the personality of a horny golden retriever. He was the complete opposite of Joel, but that intrigued you nonetheless.

“Only if you’d be interested in that, baby love. You don’t gotta decide right now, okay? Tonight’s all about you. If you’re feelin’ my brother, I want you to act on it only if you’re comfortable. He’s a real looker, but I’ve made sure that he’s a good Texas gentleman.” Joel reassured you as he was silently trying to gauge how you were feeling thus far based off your body language.

“And you’d be okay with him and I…?” You trailed off, meeting his gaze as you reached for his hand on your knee, interlocking your fingers through his.

“Of course I would be. I’m not gonna get weirdly jealous or possessive if you want to fuck my brother, baby love. That’s why I wanted to have this conversation with you ahead of tonight, because Tommy? He’s interested, but I told him to let you feel it out, and to not spring it on ya right away.”

He watched the subtle clench of your inner thighs, your pupils blown wide and your lips parting. He knew you were turned on by the prospect of fucking his brother, and your arousal inherently turned him on as well.

He dropped his forearm from its resting spot along the steering wheel and brought his hand to your other knee where he proceeded to coax your thighs open just a tad. You didn’t need much coaxing at all as your thighs naturally parted open, thoughts running wild.

“Look at me, baby love.” He rasped, rubbing soothing circles into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “Is the thought of fucking my brother turnin’ you on, darlin?’ Ya drippin’ all pretty for him already?”

“Fuck.” You breathed out, eyes rolling back into your skull. Joel had barely even touched you yet, and you were leaking like a damn faucet through the gusset of your thin panties. You could feel a droplet of your arousal drip down and create a wet patch through the fabric. Your eyes met his, lower lip harshly taken between your teeth, pupils darkened like an oncoming storm, blown wide like a doe’s.

“I never thought the possibility of fucking your brother would arise, Joel. It’s like—a fantasy coming true.” You breathed out, head lolling to the side, “I think he has such a nice fucking cock.”

Joel preened, leaning the upper half of his body further over the center console as his fingers trailed closer to your covered core. He could feel you pulsing already, the anticipation of being touched igniting a fire in your veins the closer his fingers drew nearer.

“A fantasy come true, huh? You think about my brother a lot, baby love? S’okay if you do. Got yourself all worked up now…almost creating a mess on the seat with how fuckin’ wet your pussy is gettin’, baby.”

You whined out his name, letting yourself fully succumb to your depraved thoughts of fucking Tommy. Your brain felt fried, imploded to complete mush, and yet your Joel didn’t show a lick of judgment towards your arousal. In fact, he encouraged it and therefore you had no reason to feel shameful.

“Why don’t you get me all ready for him, Joel. C’mon baby, please. Play with me a little. Play with my pussy while I think about fucking your brother’s cock, Joel.” You shamelessly shifted your hips towards his hand, chasing his touch with unabashed desire.

He checked the time on his watch, a coy smirk playing on his sinful lips as he looked over at you, “Think we can afford to be fashionably late, baby love.”

-

Joel and Tommy’s local watering hole was exactly how you expected it to be: not the classiest, and certainly not your first pick, but if Joel were any other man, you would have hightailed out of there. But this was your Joel, and his warm palm guiding you to a booth that was tucked away in the corner. You were grateful for the outfit that you chose to wear for the evening could grant easy access. And with the residue of your release still coated between your thighs, you felt the trepidation and anticipation of what was to happen when Tommy would inevitably show up.

The thought had you buzzing all over again as you found yourself tucked into the wall seat of the booth, Joel’s hand finding purchase around your bare thigh as he leaned in, the tip of his aquiline nose brushing against your pulse point.

“Want anythin’ to drink, baby love? Or just water for now?” He rasped low and deep, sending goosebumps rising on your skin.

“Tequila, on the rocks.” You purred out your request, gripping on the edge of the booths worn leather for dear life.

“‘Kay, baby love. One tequila on the rocks comin’ right up.” He pressed a sweet kiss to the side of your face, leaving a whiff of his cologne and musk on your skin.

You watched as he slipped out of the booth and made his way over to the bartop, sleeves rolled up revealing broad, tan, forearms. His fingers that had only just been plunged deep into your pulsing cunt twenty minutes ago, were now casually flipping through a stack of twenties.

“S’cuse me, ma’am. This seat ain’t taken, is it?”

You peered up from your phone at the sound of the stranger's all-too familiar voice. A deep Texas drawl straight out of a western film, paired with two dark espresso colored eyes, a broad nose, and a head of dark, luscious curls that fell in ringlets.

Tommy fucking Miller, and that shit eating smirk of his that sent your thighs clenching together in tandem.

Holy—I need a glass of water.

“Oh, no. It’s not taken. Please, sit down.” You gestured to the empty seat across the booth with a nervous smile.

Tommy slipped into the booth with ease and reached behind his ear and pulled out a single cigarette, twirling it between his fingers before he placed it between his lips. He reached across the booth's table, hand outstretched in your direction. “Y’must be my big brother’s baby love. M’Tommy, the hotter Miller brother. It’s a pleasure to finally meet ya.”

You blinked, registering in your brain that Tommy Miller was in fact sitting across from you and looking like a goddamn snack nonetheless.

You reached for his hand, shaking it firmly, “charmed.” You grinned.

“Damn. And she’s polite too? My brother got the whole package with ya huh, sweetheart?” He chuckled smoothly, shaking your hand a moment longer before he retracted his. “Y’don’t mind if I smoke do ya?”

“Oh, no. Of course! I don’t mind.”

He nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulled out his lighter, lighting the cigarette with ease before he leaned back against the worn leather cushion, stretching his arm to rest along the backside of the booth, long fingers stretched out—flexing.

“Where’s the son of a bitch anyway?” Tommy asked casually, the lit end of the cigarette dipping downwards between his lips.

“He’s right here.” Joel had returned with your tequila on the rocks, and two glasses of neat whiskey. He slid one over to his brother with a small nod. “And you can’t smoke in here, Tommy.” Joel reminded him as he slid into the seat next to you.

“Says who? Doreen don’t give a damn.” Tommy quipped back as he reached for his glass, tipping it in yours and Joel’s direction.

“That’s cause Doreen’s got the fattest fuckin’ crush on you and that big head of yours.” Joel scoffed against the rim of his glass taking a sip before he turned his attention towards you. “Gotcha a water as well, baby love.”

“Who the hell you callin’ a big head, huh?” Tommy wiggled his eyebrows playfully and grasped the cigarette between his two fingers, replacing it with the rim of his glass as he took a sip. “How’s y’all’s evenin’ goin’ so far? Gettin’ into any trouble?”

“Believe I called you a big head, Tommy.” Joel chuckled, letting his free arm gently drape across your shoulders, squeezing them gently as you took a sip of your tequila on the rocks, letting the liquor burn down your throat and warm your stomach. “S’goin’ pretty good. First time baby loves been here, ain’t that right?”

You didn’t register that Joel was talking to you, his voice sounding fuzzy in your ears as you took a bigger sip of your drink. “What?” You questioned softly, being brought back down to earth when you felt his warm palm gently squeeze your shoulder. The heat rose to your cheeks fast and you cleared your throat, turning your face to the side to hide how flustered you were.

“Whatcha ya gettin’ all shy on us for, sweetheart? You don’t gotta do that with us. I swear, I don’t bite, unless ya want me to.” Tommy said with a coy wink.

“She’s just a lil’ bashful is all, cause on the way here she was—”

You cut Joel off, squeezing his bicep firmly in your palm. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom really quick, okay?” You kissed his cheek sweetly, and before he could even get up from the booth, you were slipping past him when you saw an opening.

Joel and Tommy both watched as you quickly walked to the nearest bathroom before they looked back at one another. Tommy took a long drag of his cigarette when Joel spoke again,

“She’s got the hots for you, little brother. She made a goddamn mess all over my fingers on the way here cus’ she was thinkin’ about your cock.” Joel said in a hushed, low tone.

Tommy’s brows raised as he leaned over the table, resting his cigarette off to the side. “Fuck. Y’serious? Goddamn. She make a mess all over the seat too? Bet she fuckin’ did.”

“Mhmmm.” Joel hummed, leaning back against the seat. “She told me that you have a nice fuckin’ cock.” He chuckled, shaking his head to the side before he leaned forward, “Now, when she gets back here after composing herself, I want you to flirt with her a bit. Let her come to you, okay? Y’gotta play nice with her, Tommy. She’s a sweet thing, and I know y’all are gonna get along jus’ fine.”

“Good god.” Tommy said lowly, holding back a groan. “You hit the fuckin’ jackpot with that one, Joel. I’ll play nice with her, scouts honor. Y’know I’ll take extra good care of her.”

“I know you will. She jus’ couldn’t believe it when I said that you and I discussed the possibility of filmin’ a video with her. Absolutely blew her fuckin’ mind with that one. But god, she looked so pretty all flustered and turned on thinkin’ about the two of us fuckin’ her.” Joel reached for his glass, swirling the amber liquid around and took another slow sip.

“Fuck, I bet she did look goddamn gorgeous like that. You got yourself a real filthy and nice girl, Joel. A man’s fuckin’ dream, you lucky son of a bitch. Don’t think I’ve ever seen your grumpy ass smile that much in my whole life. It’s refreshin’ seein’ you grinnin’ like a sinner in church.” Tommy chuckled warmly.

Joel preened as he thought about you. “She’s really amazing, Tommy. She’s been so supportive and brave, and we’re having so much fun with it. It’s been so long since work has felt fun, you know? Who’d’ve thought fucking would get old.” He chuckled with a small grin playing on his lips and a flush rising on his cheeks. “Never really met anyone quite like her, honestly.”

“Goddamn. Who’s in here choppin’ up the fuckin’ onions, huh? Fuck. You’re in love with her, ain’t ya? That’s amazing. I’m seriously so fuckin’ happy for you, Joel.”

“Fuck.” Joel said suddenly, feeling his heart lurch in his chest. “Shit. Yeah—I think, I think I am in love with her. It’s not too soon, is it? I mean—we jus’ we get eachother. I’ve never felt more comfortable with another person before. She gets me, Tommy. The real me. She sees my heart before she sees my job, and no other woman in my life has ever seen me in that light.” He sniffles, feeling tears prick the corner of his eyes at his emotional confession.

“Yeah, you got the love bug bad, brother. Really, really, bad. But y’know what? I know you ain’t bluffin’ about this one either. You’re speakin’ from your goddamn heart. I hear it in your voice, and that’s a beautiful fuckin’ thing, Joel. Cus’ if anyone deserves love in this world, it’s you. So you keep holdin’ onto that, ‘Kay?” Tommy said earnestly and reached across the table to gently squeeze Joel’s shoulder

“Shuddup, Tommy. Or you’re really gonna make me cry.” Joel chuckled through his tears, quickly wiping at his eyes. “I’m gonna keep holdin’ onto her for as long as she’ll have me. I’m hopin’ she’s endgame for me.”

“I reckon she will be.”

-

After you splashed a bit of water on your face and gave yourself a detailed pep talk in the women’s bathroom, you finally mustered up the courage to face Joel and Tommy again. Joel had reassured you in the car that nothing had to happen right away. He always wanted you to be comfortable and this was something that you were still getting used to. The idea of someone caring about you that much? It used to be unfathomable .

You never realized just how good it could get until you met Joel Miller. You were hoping that he would be your endgame too.

After taking one last glance into the mirror you left the bathroom with a new confident stride as you approached the booth. Joel greeted you with a warm and reassuring smile, and when he went to get up, you gently placed your hand against his chest, easing him back down onto the leather seat before you slid in beside him.

Tommy gently nudged your ankle with the toe of his boot, testing the waters with you and heeding Joel’s words to let you come to him.

“Y’feelin’ alright, sweetheart? Can we getcha anythin?” Tommy asked softly, brown eyes looking warm and inviting across the way.

“I’m okay.” You reassured him with a small smile. “It was just—getting really hot in here.” You said with a light laugh to ease the tension.

“Tends to happen when you’re feelin’ flustered.” Tommy added as he leaned in over the table. “Y’know, sweetheart,” he started, “S’okay if I call ya that?”

You nodded, reaching for your glass and took a quick sip.

“I watched one of your films the other day, and I gotta tell ya, you have some real talent. Not jus’ sayin’ that either. I mean it. You’re gorgeous, and I jus’ wanna let you know that there’s no pressure or anythin’ alright? We don’t even gotta do anythin’ tonight if you ain’t feelin’ up for it.”

Joel leaned in close to you then, warm whiskey coated breath kissing your skin as his arm gently wrapped around you, giving you a squeeze.

“Wouldn’t believe how good that pussy is, brother. Like nothin’ else you’ve ever had. Never wanna have another, truly.” He preened, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Your thighs clamped together immediately and you could feel the corners of Joel’s lips upturn into a small grin.

“Don’t doubt that for a second, Joel.” Tommy nodded and ashed his cigarette along the rim of his empty glass. “Sweetheart, you’re such a natural, babygirl. And I have no doubt in my mind that you’re gonna become a star.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks from both Joel and Tommy’s words and if you were already on your way to hell, well—you just bought yourself a first class ticket!

“You really think I’m gonna be a star, Tommy?” You leaned forward against the table to match his energy, feeling yourself gravitating in his direction.

“Absolutely.” He nodded. “Now, Joel here wants me to take care of ya for a little. Y’okay with that, sweetheart? He’s gonna sit here nice n’comfy if you wanna—”

You were already up from the booth, reaching for Tommy’s hand in a haste and pulling him down the aisle and towards the door of the bar.

Tommy stumbled after you, his palm warm in your grasp as he followed you to the door. But being the gentleman that he was, he held the door open for you, letting you walk past first before he followed suit. “Where do you wanna go, babygirl?” He rasped against your ear, broad arm swooping around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

“Your truck.” you said confidently, slipping your hand into the back pocket of his dark washed jeans.

“Fuck. You wanna make a mess all over my seats too, babygirl?” He reached for his keys, twirling them around his fingers.

Goddammit, Joel. You thought.

“Did he tell you that?” You squeaked out, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“He sure as fuck did, sweetheart. He also told me that you think I have a nice fuckin’ cock.” he chuckled, guiding you towards the direction of his parked pickup truck.

“Well, you do have a nice fucking cock, Tommy. And while your brother was playing with me earlier, all I could think about was you and your cock fucking me.” You lowered your voice when an unsuspecting couple walked past the two of you.

“Mmm. I knew that you were a little freak under all those nerves, babygirl. Gonna take real good care of you, okay?” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, letting his hand curve around your hip. He was thankfully parked in a secluded spot in the lot where people would really have to pay attention to even see the debauchery that would soon be taking place.

He unlocked the back door for you, but before you could climb in, he gently pressed you back against it. “Before I fuck your brains out, I jus’ wanted to let you know that even though you’re consentin’ now, you can change your mind, okay? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gone with blue balls, babygirl. I want you to enjoy yourself and if you end up not wantin’ to continue, jus’ let me know, ‘Kay?” His words were genuine like Joel’s, and as much as you appreciated them, you were going to lose your mind any second now.

“Tommy, respectfully, thank you. Disrespectfully, I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to last without your cock stuffed inside of me.” You breathed out, letting your hand drop from the side of his truck and palm him through the tight confines of his jeans. “Please, fuck me.”

That’s all it took for Tommy to surge forward, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head as his lips met yours in a bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth, very different from Joel’s style but you fucking loved it already and wasted no time to wind your arms around his neck, carding your fingers through his thick curls, giving them a good firm tug as he reached around you to pull the door latch open.

He bit down teasingly on your lower lip, tugging it out before chasing the kiss once more. “Get that sweet ass of yours in the backseat, babygirl” he mumbled against your lips and quickly pulled the door open.

Your lips detached from his for a moment only for you to climb into the backseat, falling onto your back as you blindly reached for the hem of your shirt and yanked it over your head.

Tommy was between your legs in seconds after the door slammed shut behind him. His hands grasped at your thighs, spreading them open and positioning your calves to rest over his shoulders. He had a direct view of your covered cunt, a fresh new wet patch blooming through the fabric that sent him grinning like a devil.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart. You that wet already? Those little panties of yours are practically ruined, babygirl.” He tsked under his breath as he situated himself as best as he could on his elbows. “Can you show her to me, baby? Show me that pretty pussy.” He nipped at your exposed inner thigh, dragging the stubble along his jaw against your skin while keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“I almost thought about touching myself in the bathroom when I was in there.” You let out a soft sigh as you dragged your hand down over your bare stomach and underneath the hem of your skirt. You looped your thumb around the outside of your panties, pulling them to the side revealing your puffy, soaked cunt to Tommy’s lustful gaze.

“You shoulda, babygirl. Little slut like you probably needs it all the time, huh? Fingers, a cock stuffed in you, a mouth on that pussy?” He chuckled with a grin. “Spread her open for me, sweetheart. Wanna see all of her before I fuckin’ ruin you.”

You let out a soft whimper from his words just as a droplet of arousal dripped down from your opening and slid down between your cheeks. You used your middle and forefinger to delicately spread yourself open, playing with your arousal that began to coat your fingers, and you couldn’t help but slip one finger in before slowly pulling it back out.

“Is she wet enough for you, Tommy? Maybe you need to give her a taste. See how wet she is for yourself.” You encouraged him with a subtle grin.

“Mmm. Try daddy, babygirl. Think you can call me that? You’ve got such a pretty pussy. My god. She’s already making a goddamn mess all over the seat. Go on and play with yourself for me, sweetheart. I wanna watch.”

“Oh, fuck. How did I already know that you were into the daddy kink?” You giggled softly while your fingers began to play with yourself in a teasing motion. You lightly played with your clit, letting out a soft moan as you dragged your fingers lower, teasing your entrance before slipping two fingers in. “Oh, fuck, daddy.” You moaned, watching him with hooded eyes as he began to palm himself through his jeans.

“That’s it. Good fuckin’ girl. Such a good little slut playin’ with her pussy for daddy. Gettin’ her all nice and ready for daddy’s cock.” He preened and reached for his belt buckle, undoing it so he would have a bit of relief. “You okay if daddy takes a video of this? That way you can watch it later and remember just how good I took care of you, babygirl.”

You nodded enthusiastically as you began to shallowly pump your fingers, curling them inwards before slipping them back out. “Of course you can take a video, daddy. It’ll be your souvenir.” You shot him a playful wink.

“Fuck. You’re really a naughty little slut, babygirl. Touching yourself in daddy’s truck. Gonna have to get it detailed after I’m done with you.” He snickered and reached for his phone and pulled it out of his pocket. He typed in his password quickly before opening the camera app. “Smile for the camera, babygirl.” He angled his phone towards your face and you responded with a cheesy grin, fingers working over your clit to keep yourself stimulated.

“Daddy’s here with his newest slut and her pretty pussy that’s going to be stuffed to the fuckin’ brim with daddy’s cock soon.” He brought his phone down between your thighs getting a good view of your fingers playing with yourself. “Drippin’ all over daddy’s fuckin’ seats like the naughty little slut that she is.”

“So fuckin’ wet for you, daddy.” You moaned, holding steady eye contact between Tommy’s phone and his face. “Show me your cock, please. I want to see it.”

“Ask and you shall receive, babygirl.” He shot you a wink and popped open the button of his jeans followed by his zipper. He pushed his jeans down over his hips along with his boxers. Your eyes went wide for a moment when his cock sprang free and slapped up against his taut stomach.

Tommy’s cock may have not been as thick as Joel’s, but it was longer, and curved at just the right angle.

“Get on all fours for me, baby girl.” He requested while he wrapped his fist around his cock, giving it a few languid strokes from base to tip. You couldn’t help but watch as he spit over the bulbous head, rubbing in his saliva for extra lubricant as you worked your skirt and panties off, tossing them into the front seat before you flipped over onto your stomach, situating yourself on your hands and knees.

“Well, if that ain’t a sight made in fuckin’ heaven.” He whistled and grabbed a handful of your left ass-cheek, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers before he gave it a good smack, watching it recoil back as you lurched forward, looking over your shoulder at him. Your pupils were blown wide, lower lip harshly taken between your teeth as you rocked your hips back towards him.

“Please fuck me, daddy.” You arched your back, wiggling your ass in a tantalizing motion just as he brought his hand down over your right cheek in a swift motion eliciting a surprised yelp to slip past your lips.

“You want daddy’s cock that bad, huh? Such a desperate little slut wantin’ to be stuffed full of daddy’s cock.” He slapped your left cheek then before he let his hand drift upwards against your spine, and to your shoulder blades. He gently pressed you further against the seat so that your back was arched even more.

"gonna stretch you out, gonna be ruined for anyone else." He growled against the shell of your ear. “You’re gonna be daddy’s favorite fuckin’ slut when he’s finished with you, babygirl.”

And then you felt the head of his cock press against the seam of your dripping cunt, teasing your folds and bumping against your neglected clit. “Look at you already creamin’ all over daddy’s cock. Barely even inside of you yet, sweetheart.”

You lurched forward when you felt him begin to press you open inch by inch till he was bottomed out with his hips pressed firmly against your ass. Your mouth fell open in an ‘o’ shape as he set an immediate punching rhythm that knocked the air from your lungs.

“Oh—oh fuck!” You moaned, listening to the lewd sounds of skin on skin slapping together. The squelch of your pussy and his heavy, guttural grunts as he pounded his hips into your ass over and over again.

“God, you're such a slut, babygirl. Daddy’s perfect little slut. You give it this good to all the boys, huh? God, your pussy is huggin’ me so goddamn tight.” He groaned out, almost forgetting that he had his phone in his hand still as his forehead came to rest upon your upper back. He slowed his thrusts down momentarily so you could catch your breath and he could check in on you.

“You good, babygirl?”

“Mhmm. Never better.”

He ground his hips against your ass, rolling them forward so you could feel all of him inside of you. Just when you had a moment to catch your breath, he picked the pace up once more and tossed his phone to the side so he could wrap both arms around you, yanking you back against his chest.

"such a whore, babygirl. Workin’ your way through our whole family, aren't you?" He whispered against the shell of your ear, biting down on it with his teeth as he fucked up into you at a new angle.

One hand groped one of your breasts while the other rested along the base of your neck. He was careful to not apply any pressure and get too caught up in the moment. He could feel your pussy fluttering around him, squeezing him like a vice with each pull and drag of his cock. Your eyes were shut in bliss, unabashed moans slipping past your lips as the coil in your belly was pulled tight.

The windows in Tommy’s truck had significantly begun to fog up from the steam that your activities were producing. And despite the discreet location that Tommy was parked in, you couldn’t help the rush you felt when you thought of the possibility of someone—or even Joel catching you and Tommy in this position.

Would he join right in? Fuck—

“Daddy—don’t stop, please!” You cried out, feeling that coil being pulled even tighter as your thighs began to tremble, and tears flooded your eyes: tears of overwhelming pleasure.

“That’s it, babygirl. Such a good fuckin’ cockslut for daddy. Good fuckin’ girl. You gonna come all over daddy’s cock? C’mon! Wanna see you fuckin’ coat me, sweetheart. Come all over my fuckin’ cock.” He snapped his hips forwards then, feeling his own release begin to catch up to him, but you always came first. Tommy would never let you, or any of his girls, not come before him.

He dropped one of his hands from your breasts to thum at your already sensitive clit to push you right on over the edge as you cried out his name, pulsing around his cock and seeing stars dancing behind your closed eyelids.

“There you go, babygirl. There you fuckin’ go.” His tone was much softer now as he slowly slipped out of you, his cock gleaming in your release. He gently flipped you over onto your back, cradling your face delicately in his big hands.

You had a cockdumb look on your face. Completely blissed out and in a whole other world. Your thighs fell open, as your own release drooled down the the seam of your fucked out hole and onto the interior leather seats. In this relaxed position, your pussy let out a squelching sound of air being released, causing you and Tommy to both laugh.

“Fucked her pretty good, didn’t I?” He chuckled to himself and pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead. “You okay if I take a little look at her, babygirl? I wanna see the mess you made.”

“Mhmmm.” You hummed, lashes fluttering shut as you stretched your arms behind your head in a languid, relaxed movement.

Tommy reached for his discarded phone bringing it back down right over your still pulsing cunt as his fingers gently spread you open, sliding through the milky residue of your release.

“Fuck. So pretty, babygirl. You have such a pretty pussy.” He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to your clit, getting just a little taste before he pulled himself back up. “Definitely gonna have to get my truck detailed after this, sweetheart.” He ended the video, falling back against the seat beside you to catch his own breath.

You let out another soft, cock dumb giggle, peeking one eye open to look over at him. “You really think my pussy is that pretty, Tommy?” You dropped one of your hands to lazily rest along your stomach before dipping it between your thighs, missing that stimulated post-orgasm feeling already.

“Baby, she’s so fucking pretty. Like seriously I could happily watch you play with her for hours and easily get off to it.” He tilted his head to the side to look over at you, grin playing on his lips. “How are you feelin’?”

“Mmm. Joel loves to watch me play with myself too. Guess it’s just a Miller brother thing, huh?” You winked with a giggle. “I feel fucking amazing, Tommy.” Cock dumb and satisfied, you thought.

He preened at your response, resting his arms along the backseats as he let out a relaxed sigh. “Good, baby. I’m real happy to hear that. Means that I did my job right. And what can I say? Joel and I are big pussy lovers.” He chuckled and reached for his phone, texting Joel that they would be back shortly, and attached the video as well.

“Yeah, you guys sure are.”

-

After about twenty minutes, Tommy had to physically help you to sit up and redress. Your entire body felt like jello and you were still positively fucked out. He helped you out of the backseat, keeping his arm wrapped around you for support as he guided you back inside to the booth.

“Easy now, babygirl. Back into my brother’s lap you go. You just cuddle up with him now, ‘kay? Pussy took a real poundin’, let her rest.” Tommy cooed softly against your ear as Joel gently eased you into his lap, letting you bury your face into his neck and lazily wrap your arms around him.

“Mhmmm.” You mumbled against his neck, face scrunching up as you breathed in his natural aroma while he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, rubbing soothing circles into your back underneath your shirt.

"Did such a good job, baby love. Tommy showed me how sweet you were to him, let him feel how soft and warm you are, hmm? My good girl. Here, baby, I got you water. Need you to take a sip, you worked hard out there." Joel murmured softly to you.

“It was so much fun. Tommy was so good to me, baby. He thinks I have such a pretty pussy.” You softly giggled and blindly reached for the glass of water, pulling your face out from where it was pressed against his neck to guzzle the liquid down before cuddling right back up against him.

“I’m happy to hear that, baby love. I knew y’all were gonna hit it off. M’so proud of my girl. And yes, baby. You do have a pretty pussy. Rest now, ‘kay?”

You were out like a light then all curled up in his lap like a koala without a care in the world.

“Whatcha do to her, huh? Got my baby all cock drunk, Tommy.” Joel asked softly, reaching for his fresh glass of whiskey and took a small sip, careful to not disturb you.

Tommy was back across the booth, a new cigarette between his lips and his arms crossed behind his head in a relaxed position.

“Took ‘er for a real good spin.” He grinned, tapping his fingers along the worn, frayed leather. “Gonna have to get the truck fuckin’ detailed though.”

“That so? She make it all messy?” Joel asked.

“Fuck. Yeah, she made it real messy alright. Had her drippin’ all down the seats.”

Joel grinned at this, glancing down at your sleeping form in pure adoration and pride. “Mmm. I believe it. She’s always fuckin’ drippin.’ Doesn’t matter what time of the day it is, my baby love is always soakin.’”

“That right? Pretty slutty cunt like hers always ready to have a big cock in her, huh?” Tommy stifled a chuckle as he sank further against the seat.

You thought you were just having a wet dream, until your hand found Joel’s and discreetly tucked it between your thighs, pressing the pads of his fingers against your ruined cunt that was pulsing once more. Little needy breaths slipped past your parted lips when he gently began to play with you, understanding that you were silently asking him to make you come one more time. You kissed along his neck, open mouthed with little nibbles here and there as you came in his lap, falling back into a relaxed state.

“Okay, think I gotta get my baby love home and in bed. She’s gonna sleep so good tonight.” Joel softly announced as he nudged you gently.

“Oh, I reckon she will be. You take good care of her, Joel. And text me when y’all are home safe, ‘kay?” Tommy nodded in Joel’s direction.

“You know I will, Tommy. I’ll text ya when we’re home.” He gave his brother a little nod and helped you out of the booth and towards the door. Once you were outside, the fresh air seemed to help you wake up a little more as you leaned all your weight into his side.

“You’re so beautiful, baby love. I’m so thankful for you, y’know that? You did so fuckin’ good. I’m so proud of you, so fuckin’ proud of my girl. Let’s get you home, okay? You’re gonna sleep so good tonight.”

“I love you, Joel Miller.” You murmured into his shoulder, one arm draped around his middle for support. You may have been cock dumb, and completely fucked out, but you words were true. You loved Joel, and he deserved to hear it.

“I love you too, baby love. My beautiful, beautiful girl.”

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Sleeping beauty 😴✨

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'swept away: season two' masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Series Summary: Your return to the island for the grand opening of The Parador: Fiji holds even more drama than the first visit. Desire, love, heartbreak, mystery, and luxury await your stay.

Series Warnings: no outbreak au, language, smut (18+ MDNI), food and alcohol consumption, fluff, angst, reader has a rocky relationship with parents, tammy, occasional references to sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics, past infidelity mentioned, lots of marriage/wedding talk, references to drug use, physical violence - more warnings stated for each chapter

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Sequel to Swept Away

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Prologue: Two Rings - posting Feb 1

1: Long Time, No Sea - posting Feb 15

2: Kokomo - posting March 1

3: Jet Lagged - posting March 15

4: Oh, sugar, sugar - posting March 29

5: In a Tight Spot - posting April 12

6: No Hard Feelings - posting April 26

7: Come Clean - posting May 10

8: Adrift - posting May 24

9: Fresh Start - posting June 7

Epilogue: Wild and Free - posting June 21

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Just the Two of Us

Part Four to “A Different Kind of Miracle”

jackson!joel miller x reader x autistic! daughter

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summary: A Daddy daughter day between Joel and your daughter!

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Jackson was quiet that morning, the sun rising over the mountains and casting a soft glow on the snow-dusted streets. Joel felt a familiar warmth in his chest as he glanced down at his daughter, her small, warm hand firmly gripping his. Today, it was just the two of them—something they hadn’t done in a long time. You had suggested it, seeing how he’d been looking for ways to connect with her more, to give her space to just be herself without any pressure or distractions.

It wasn’t always easy, raising her in a world like this. She had her routines and rituals, the little things she clung to for stability. And while Joel understood her better now, there were still moments where he felt like he was fumbling through, just hoping he was getting it right. But today, he just wanted to enjoy being her dad.

“You ready for our day baby?” he asked, bending down so he was level with her.

She looked up at him with a shy smile, nodding. Her cheeks and nose were pink from the morning chill, and he noticed the way she was tapping her little fingers together—a quiet rhythm that soothed her when she was excited.

“Alright then,” he said, groaning slightly and straightening up. “Where to first?”

She thought for a moment, her brow furrowing in concentration. “Can we… go see the horsies?”

Joel’s face softened, a slight crinkle taking over his brow at his daughters cuteness. “Horses it is, then.”

They walked together toward the stables, Joel’s heart swelling every time he caught her glancing up at him, her eyes wide with excitement. He’d gotten used to the quieter moments with her—her focus on the small things, the way she found joy in routines that grounded her. This was one of those moments. A simple, slow morning, just the two of them, a chance to let her be herself.

When they reached the stables, she took his hand and tugged him gently toward the fence, her gaze already locked on the horses. Joel chuckled, letting her lead, as they stepped up to the fence where the horses were grazing.

One of the stable hands noticed them and gave a friendly wave. “Mornin’, Joel! You out on patrol today? Don’t see ya on the schedule.”

He shook his head, glancing down at his daughter. “Nah, she’s got her heart set on seein’ ‘em today.”

The stable hand grinned, reaching over to scratch one of the horses behind the ear. “Well, you’re in luck—these fellas are feelin’ social today.”

Joel lifted his daughter up, settling her on his hip so she could get a better view. She leaned forward, eyes wide, her fingers still tapping lightly against Joel’s shoulder. One of the horses, a gentle chestnut mare named Lily, stepped closer, nudging her head toward them.

“Wanna pet her?” Joel asked softly.

His daughter hesitated, her fingers stilling for a moment as she looked at the horse, then back at him. Joel kept his voice calm, reassuring. “It’s okay. She’s real friendly.”

With a small nod, she reached out her hand, resting it on Lily’s nose. Joel could feel her relaxing, the tension leaving her little body as she smiled, captivated by the horse’s gentle presence.

“See?” he murmured. “She likes you.”

After a few more minutes with the horses, they decided to head toward the town square. There was a small stall that had opened up recently, run by a kind, older woman who made simple wooden toys and puzzles. It wasn’t much, but Joel had noticed how his daughter’s face would light up whenever she saw the toys there.

“Let’s see if Miss Ruth has anythin’ new,” he suggested, watching as his daughter’s eyes lit up at the mention.

They walked up to the stall, and Miss Ruth gave them a warm smile. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite little customer! I’ve got something special today. I think you’re gonna like it.”

She reached under the stall, pulling out a small, hand-carved puzzle shaped like a fox. Joel watched as his daughter’s face lit up, her fingers automatically beginning to trace the edges of the puzzle as if testing it out.

“Would you like to take it home?” Joel asked, crouching down beside her. “You could show it to your momma later.”

She nodded, clutching the puzzle to her chest, her smile soft but full of contentment. Joel handed over a few rations to Miss Ruth, who gave him a knowing wink. “That one’s special,” she whispered. “I had a feeling she’d like it, don’t tell the other kids i hid it for her.”

With the puzzle safely in her arms, they continued their little adventure. Joel decided to take her to one more spot—his favourite place he would bring you whenever you needed alone time, a quiet hill just outside Jackson, where you could see the whole town spread out below. They climbed slowly, Joel keeping a steady pace beside her, giving her time to take it all in. When they reached the top, they sat down on a fallen log, looking out over Jackson.

“It’s pretty up here, huh?” Joel said, glancing down at her.

She nodded, her eyes wide as she looked out over the town. They sat there for a while, the silence between them comfortable. Joel was content to just sit with her, enjoying the quiet peace of the moment, the weight of her small hand resting against his leg.

After a few minutes, she looked up at him, her expression soft and a little uncertain. “Dad?”

He turned to her, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of the word. She didn’t say it often, but every time she did, it struck him right to the core. “Yeah, baby girl?”

“Thank you,” she whispered, clutching the puzzle to her chest. “I like today.”

Joel’s throat tightened, a mix of love and pride swelling in his chest. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

They stayed on the hill until the sun started to dip lower, casting warm, golden light over the town. When they finally made their way back, you were waiting on the porch, a soft smile on your face as you watched them approach.

“How was your day?” you asked, reaching down to ruffle your daughter’s hair as she rushed into your arms, showing you the puzzle with so much pride and excitement.

“Pretty good,” Joel said, his voice warm as he wrapped an arm around you. “Just a daddy-daughter day.”

You looked at him, a spark of understanding passing between you. It was a simple day, but it had meant everything to him—and to her.

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texas red | joel miller x reader, 18+

summary: Joel ain’t used to lovin’ like yours.

warnings: dbf!joel, married!joel so cheating, cowboy!joel, college!reader, big girthed up age gap (unspecified age for reader but somewhere in early 20s, 56 year old joel) mutual pining, yes there is angst, yes there is guilt, yes there is a lot of smut (unprotected piv sex, dirty talk, mentions of choking, spitting, etc etc etc.)

a. note: not spell checked :) started this as a smut piece and really just fell in love with what I had cooking. prob one of my fave pieces to date. hope y'all enjoy. love you <3

You loved on him like a summer’s day. No, not that kind of summer’s day.

A hot, thick, long summer’s day, the kind that clung to your skin even inside the air conditioning, so thick on your body that you just couldn’t forget about the humidity clamoring about outside. The kind of day where the sun beats down against the pavement and creates waves around sheets of metal, the kind that has you panting and gasping for air if you walk more than ten steps in any direction.

You loved on him the way a flame loves on a log- fiercely, unapologetically, brightly.

You loved him like an Austin, Texas summer day.

Home from college, a close family friend offered you substantial pay if you helped him out on his ranch. He had no help, was fifty-six years old, and found himself awfully lonesome. Sure, you weren’t much of a cowgirl- but for your dad’s best friend Joel Miller, you’d be anything he wanted you to be.

You suppose that’s how you got into this situation.

Skirt hiked up to your thighs, panties hanging off your ankle, and his cock buried deep inside your wet, impolite pussy.

“She’s takin’ me so good, ain’t she sugar? Always so good for your daddy.” His teeth sunk into your shoulder, fingertips grasping greedily at the dimpled skin of your ass. Joel was panting like a dog, crushed by the weight of your chest, your skin sticking together like fly traps.

Every so often, a gentle breeze would rummage through the windows and rustle about on the sheets of his bed, but it wasn’t enough to satiate the fire burning hot between your bodies.

Drool was dribbling at the corner of your cherry red lips, thick with the gloss that you had forgotten you applied. You were too concentrated on bouncing on his length, drunk on the feeling of his swollen tip melting into your g-spot with every grind and thrust of his jutting hips.

Your neck fell back, and his umber eyes seared holes into the soft skin, wet with a sheen of shining sweat. As Joel dragged his tongue along the edge of your jaw, his hand holding your chin in place, your thighs clenched around his own, the grip you had on his shoulders tightening at his gentle assault.

He was everything to you in this moment. You were breathing him in, taking him in, loving him in.

How could you not?

“Joel.” You begged.

“What is it, darlin’? Tell me what’s on your mind.” His voice was nothing but a coo, teasing in a way that barely got under your skin, but managed to just enough so that it left you craving more.

"Please, Joel."

You weren't too sure what you were asking for, what you needed most in this moment. What you craved was something you couldn't have. You felt it rumbling and tumbling in the confines of your stomach, that cloak of guilt slowly creeping up from behind you, but you never let it reach your face, never let it linger on your tongue.

Hush. Hush.

Focus on him. On this lovin' that he's giving you.

Lovin'? You could have laughed. This wasn’t love. This was lust. An illicit affair that neither of you ever put much thought into, because thinking lead to guilt.

And right now, with his balls slapping against your ass and his cock buried eight heavenly inches deep inside your leaking cunt, guilt was the last thing you wanted to feel. So instead you focused on the way his hot breath felt fanning across your sweat covered chest, focused on the way his finger tips felt digging deep into your skin, so deep it felt as though just a smidgen harder and his blunt nails would cause blood to spill.

His teeth were clamped around your neck like he was a hungry wolf in the pen and you were the prettiest sacrificial lamb, a dangerous mark forming beneath your ear from where he suckled.

You could feel that string.

That impossibly tight string that bound you two together, physically, mentally- in every way possible. That red line of fate that somehow tangled around your bodies and forced you together. If you had a pair of scissors, you wouldn't even be able to cut it, your hand wouldn't allow. There was something enigmatic about the cowboy Joel Miller that drew you in, something brewing beneath the surface that you could never turn away from.

His gravelly voice, low and Southern, snapped you from your thoughts.

"Please what, baby? Use your words. Lemme hear ya." He grunted like an animal as he grasped hold of your ass, bouncing you harder on his rigid cock, the sounds of your bodies loud against the walls of the room.

"P-Please. Wanna cum. Wanna-wanna feel you."

"Ain't feelin' me enough, girl?" He chuckled, nudging his face between the valley of your breasts. Joel's voice was muffled as he sucked on your nipples, allowing them to harden beneath his teeth in a way that made you shiver. "Alright then."

With ease he lifted you off, and you watched his sweaty biceps shine beneath the steady coming sunshine. Years of work beneath the blazing Texas heat, loading and unloading hay bales, wrangling cattle and fitting horses for new shoes made him impossibly strong. Strong in that cowboy sort of way, where his tummy was soft from hundreds of nights of homecooked Southern meals, and his thighs where thick and always so pretty looking behind worn denim. Strong in the good sort of way, strong in the way hard working men with good manners always are.

He tossed you on the bed, bending your legs against your chest as he mounted you, filling you impossibly deep once again. He could feel you tight around him like a vice, beckoning him further in, warm and soft against his throbbing cock. The noise of your wetness rang through his ears like church bells, and there was something deeply intoxicating about the knowledge that he was the one who made you come undone like this, that he was the one making your body shake and shiver and leak for him.

It was the best thing Joel Miller had ever felt before, and you were the prettiest thing he had ever laid eyes on.

His chocolate colored eyes, honeyed by the hazy mid afternoon glow, stared down into yours, soft yet demanding. A sentence twitched on his lips, words he would never be able to get out, affection he would never be able to voice. Talking about things, really talking about things, was not how Joel operated.

So instead, rather than communicating with you the way an old, grizzled man should have learned to do by his big age, he fucked you. He filled you up with him cum and would hum she's so fuckin' pretty, drippin' with me, or he'd take you by the throat, let you taste his tongue and his spit, let your teeth clash against one another as you bounced yourself on his cock. He would wipe you up with the bandana he always wore around his neck, would let you sip on his black coffee while you came back down to reality, even though you always made the same face with your nose scrunched every time you tasted the bitterness.

Those little moments, those little pockets of normality, domesticity, the little sparks of something that felt dangerously close to a relationship, were how he told you his true feelings.

You were looking up at him now, mouth gaping, eyes wide and glossed over with tears of pleasure as he rammed his leaking tip against those soft, spongy parts that made you whimper and whine for him. Your dress was wrinkled now, bunched up against your waist, and your nails were dragging so hard down the expanse of his button down you were sure you'd tear it.

"Come on, darlin'. Come on. You're takin him so well for me. That feel good, don't it? Daddy's cock." He purred his words, equal parts arrogance and filth, reaching down between your legs. The rough pad of his thumb found your clit, swollen and throbbing, begging for his attention. "Christ woman," Joel groaned, "you're going to be the death of me."

You arched your back off the bed, grasping hold of his thick neck, and shook your head. "Don't die on me just yet, Cowboy. Not done with you."

"Yes ma'am." He was more than happy to comply with your request.

You could feel your pussy contracting even tighter against him, you could feel your orgasm steadily brewing in the pits of your belly, and you knew it was going to be a loud one.

Joel's skin on yours was burning, sweat dripping down your bodies, melting your chests together in a tangled heap of limbs and sex.

"Look up at me. Look." Joel grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes on his. "Want to see how pretty your eyes roll when you soak this cock."

Your breath caught in your throat, and you buried your fingers in the strands of hair by the nape of his neck, pulling him closer until his mouth met yours for a kiss.

"Prettiest damn woman I've ever known. Y'know that? You're jus' a pretty little thing. Best fuckin' pussy in Texas, and it's all mine."

"Just Texas?" You moaned through a breathy laugh, his thumb still brushing across your clit. Soon, you were going to snap. You could feel it running through you like a freight train.

Joel nipped your shoulder, his laugh getting lost in your hair. "The whole world, darlin'."

You wanted to smile, but your orgasm ripped through you out of the blue. You felt your cum soak Joel straight through, felt your clit twitch beneath his thumb, your little bundle of nerves becoming sensitive beneath his tender assault, thighs shaking and throat restricting as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

You wanted to speak, wanted to tell him how good it felt, how good he was fucking you, wanted to cry his name for the whole world to hear- but no words could form. Not with an orgasm that good.

Joel felt you squeezing around him, and his grunts and moans- more animalistic than human- told you he was close.

"God damn, girl." His teeth were gritted now, and he propped himself up on his hands to watch himself disappear inside of you. In and out, in and out. Your pussy was creamy, swollen, pulsating against him from all the pleasure he was giving you, and he couldn't hold on much longer.

Joel grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you towards his chest so you were watching with him, watching the way he wrecked you, split you in two, reduced you to a whimpering slut just for him.

"See that? You've made a fuckin' mess on me."

"Sorry daddy." You moaned out, and if Joel didn't know any better, he would have thought your words were laced full of pride.

You did that to him. You.

Joels hips were rutting hard into yours now, fast and unsteady, a rushed mess of skin on skin as he felt his cock leaking, twitching with his oncoming climax. When he finally came undone, he snarled your name like a hungry dog, growling into your hair like a madman as he shot rope after rope of cum deep within you.

You felt him deep, felt his cum leaking against your walls as he slowly rolled beside you, his fingers dipping down into your pussy to push his dribbling spend back inside of you.

You turned to look at him, and in a moment of tenderness, you gently brushed the stray strands of curls out of his forehead, your fingers lingering against the deep set crows feet beside his honeyed eyes. They sparkled in the golden light, their umber hue set aflame by that pretty summer shine.

"Did you have a nice lunch break, Cowboy?" You words were soft. Too soft for the nature of your relationship. Neither of you seemed to mind.

The air was quiet now. The sun was still filtering in through the open window, those sheer curtains still billowing in the wind. The faint mooing of cattle could be heard, the soft tweet of a song bird, the bark of a herding dog. The noise of your bodies grinding, your skin slapping, had now all but ceased, and the little hum and sounds of both nature and domesticity filtered in and out the sunny room.

Joel reached for your hand, bringing the tips of your fingers to his mouth. His lips were dry and cracked against your skin, and the stubble of his graying beard pricked into your knuckles. It caused a smile to tilt at the corner of your messy lips.

"Best kind of lunch break." He conceded, untying the bandana around his neck. He leaned forward, softly wiping at your damp thighs, your belly, your cunt- drying you off from your previous rendezvous, before shooting you a wink and tying it back around his neck. When he worked late into the evening, he wanted to smell you. A little nudge to end the day on a high note, to end the day quickly- so he could see you in the morning and start it all from scratch.

He stood up with a groan, the kind of groan old men always let out when standing from their recliners or getting up out of bed in the morning, and readjusted his jeans. You always loved those jeans. The sun-kissed fade that stretched deliciously taut across his thighs, the little Levi tag on the back. They fit him perfectly, in more ways than one.

You watched Joel's fingers work the buttons of his shirt, a simple green flannel that brought out the richness of his skin, watched him slide through his belt with that big silver buckle depicting a steer, the one your father had gifted him when they graduated high school. He hadn't even had time to take off his shoes before he buried himself in your pussy, so he clicked his steel-toed boots together with a sense of finality and kissed your temple, grabbing his rope and wallet from the bedside table.

"Could you do me a favor?" He hummed, his eyes glancing at the bed. The duvet was soaked through, dirt from his boots and traces of your shared cum lingering through.

You grinned, knowing the question he was about to ask. "Already on it."

Joel watched you for a beat too long. Watched the way you looked bending over in that sundress, gathering up all the blankets and pillows to throw in the wash. Watched the way your hair became tousled in the breeze, the way it stuck to that pretty cherry color you had on your lips.

If Joel was a younger man, he would have bent you over again and fucked your brains out like his life depended on it. The thought caused something to stir in his stomach, and his cock. But he was old, and his back hurt, and he had a few dozen flocks of wandering sheep he had to wrangle back to the barn before night fell across the expansive miles of his ranch.

His eyes flicked to the clock.

3:47 PM.

She would be home anytime soon.

"And, uh, after that you can head on back. Alright?" He knew the words were a bit cold, knew they always stung right through to your heart, but what else was he supposed to do?

You nodded without looking at him, humming out a simple response. "Yeah." Your voice was barely a whisper as you pushed gently past him, making your way to the laundry room.

It wouldn't have really mattered if she showed up, to be realistic, it would have only raised a few questions. His wife knew you were working for him. But, that was the issue. You were meant to be working.

And right now, you were in a summery little dress- and doing manual labor wearing that was pretty much impossible. The first few weeks you showed up in jeans and a shirt, got your hands dirty, let the mud splatter on your face- but when things started heating up, when Joel started flirting more, looking harder, and you started pining more, yearning harder- that's when things changed.

He started letting you watch while he worked. Started telling you he didn't want you to get all gross and ruined on his farm. He would sit you on a thick fence post, talk to you while he shoveled shit, picked up hay, cleaned out pig pens, and he'd let you hold the newborn chicks and pet the piglets and play with the goats while you discussed anything and everything, laughing until your sides hurt.

It was through those little conversations, you realized how deeply attached you had grown, how the highlight of your work day was talking to him.

Then, you started showing up right after his wife would leave for work or shopping or whatever it is she did, always in those sun dresses that drove him wild. Your hair would be done, makeup all nice and pretty- both of which would just get ruined, later. You'd sit on the porch, watch him out in the field wiping the sweat from his brow, watching him unload the bed of his truck. You'd watch him pet every dog on his property, talk to his horse, feed his cows.

And halfway through, Joel would march right on up, grab your hand, and take you to the bedroom. Sometimes he wouldn't make it very far, and that old, rickety porch swing would get more action in an hour than it had ever gotten in its existence. Those breaks that were supposed to be lunch turned into something completely different, and his wife was left wondering why he ate through house and home by the time dinner was made and set on the table.

Joel followed you out of the bedroom.

He wasn't coy, or quiet, either.

The heel of his leather boots were clicking and clacking against the linoleum floors that hadn't been renovated since the 70s, ringing against the walls full of family photos, artwork, and Rodeo certificates.

"Look, you know if I could keep ya here-"

"I know, Joel." You dumped the duvet in the washer, turning it on. You turned to face him, gently resting your hand on his bicep. Thick, soft- it felt perfect against your hand, spilled out of the cup of your palm, warmed you just with a touch. You blinked the thought away. "I know. Really. It's okay."

He sighed, shaking his head. You walked out to the kitchen, grabbing the pitcher of lemonade, and the cowboy was right on your heels, following you like an obedient retriever. "No, really. If I could just-" he stumbled over his words, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I ain't good with words. You know?"

You rocked on your heels, sipping at the drink as you watched him from behind the rim of the glass, your eyes narrowed and head tilted with thought as you let him work out what it was he really wanted to tell you.

Joel sat down with a huff, his legs spread wide, thighs broad and inviting. He rested his elbows on his knees, focusing his attention on you.

He could get used to this, he figured. Watching you drink lemonade, helping you with the laundry, coming in after a long day of work to see you all pretty and waiting for him. He would spin you around to the deep voice of Johnny Cash, sing along in that stupid voice you hated just to make you giggle as he dipped you and buried his face in your chest. He would help you stir whatever pasta sauce you had had simmering all day, or he would go out back to grill you a ribeye cooked just the way you liked, then watch as you dumped way more sugar than what was needed into your nana's tried and true banana pudding recipe.

Joel could imagine it, clear as day.

If he was younger, thirty, thirty-five maybe, he would ask you to go off birth control. He'd fuck you every morning, twice in the afternoon, and twice in the evening, flip through every baby name book and buy every swaddle you would point out in town. He'd sit there, trying to figure out if Colton or Ashton was a better name for a son, hope and pray that if it were a girl, she'd get your heart and tenacity.

He'd marry you. He'd let you plan the wedding, force him into whatever tuxedo you wanted him to wear, and he'd let his stubble grow out to that length he knew you loved, let you smudge a piece of cake against the tip of his nose but refuse to do it to you and ruin your makeup- only to get you back later with something much better than icing.

Joel blinked, swallowing thickly.

He was back in the kitchen, boots resting on that god awful linoleum floor. Your lemonade was nearly finished now, and you looked at him with a mix of concern and intrigue, eyebrows furrowed together tightly.

You had never seen him like this- so lost in his own head, stuck in his thoughts.

"Joel?" Your voice was soft, a song on to his ears, and for a split moment it calmed his thoughts. You rested your hand on his shoulder, tilted your head ever so slightly so you were eye level.

"Sorry." He was almost bashful, clearing his throat as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. "I just, uh... you know."

You nodded a bit. In a weird sort of way, you understood. You knew what he meant without the words ever having to be spoken.

"I get it."

"Do you?"

"Mhm." You fingered the fabric of his shirt between your index and thumb, eyes tracing over every part of him. The curve of his strong nose, the lashes of his eyes. You wished you could wake up and trace over him every day, wish you could memorize him so deeply and know him so intimately he was forever burned into the imprint of your mind, forever tangled up in your ribs and lungs and heart, a piece of him left so deep within your body it became apart of you. "Maybe in another life, right?"

Joel's forehead creased, his top lip catching between his teeth as he let the words roll around in his head. You counted the wrinkles on his forehead, four deep set lines, and slowly moved your fingers to his temple, brushing your nail across the smile lines.

"Another life." He parroted, swallowing thickly. "Yeah. Yeah, sure. Another life, I think."

Joel stood, impossibly broad and tall, and stared down at you. There was a longing twinkle shimmering in his eyes, something deep and sad, something that he swore he would never, ever speak of. Not to you, to Tommy, to his wife- to your father.

Father.

A pang shot straight through his chest.

He let his rough palms fall to your hips, let you readjust the messed up buttons of his shirt, and he finally let himself close his eyes.

Let himself imagine a life where you did this every day, a life where you were his wife, his young, beautiful wife who everyone talked about, his young, beautiful wife that all the old men at his baseball games and football Sunday's would wonder and hum about out loud, wondering how the gruff, mean, sturdy Joel Miller ever managed to pull a sweet angel like you.

When he opened them, you were smiling up at him, and when he kissed your cherry colored lips, they tasted faintly of lemonade.

Joel smiled, his stomach twisting as you smiled back.

You gently dragged your hand down, let it rest on his soft stomach for a moment before you patted him away.

"Go on then, Cowboy. You've got some sheep to track."

He nodded, humming out, and as he turned on his heel to walk away, he wondered if you felt it too.

That string. That terrible, awful string that bound you two together, that unraveled like yarn and tripped him over his own two feet time and time again.

And when you walked into the laundry room and took the duvet to throw it in the drier, you wondered if Joel felt it too. That string. That terrible, awful string that had knitted itself within the very sinew that kept you together, that bound your wrists and imprinted deep within your bones until it left you aching.

On the drive home, you watched the sunset cast itself across the horizon. You watched the orange bleed in to the blue, watched the purple kiss of the approaching night blot itself behind the clouds. And in the distance you saw your cowboy, rope high in the air, whooping for a calf that had wandered too far away from his mamma, and the setting sun reflected against the faded leather of his hat, hit against the metal side of your car, and for a moment you could smell him. The smell of pine shavings, tooth paste, tobacco. It lingered in your nostrils no matter where you went.

Johnny Cash was crooning to you from the radio.

But your people have always been my people, And you have always gone wherever I go. And when it's all over, I hope we will go together I don't want you to be alone, you know.

You caught one last glance of Joel from your rearview mirror, off his horse and petting the scared calf, and a soft smile spread across your face, despite that deep gnawing that rested beneath the cavity of your chest.

Tomorrow, you would wake up and do it all over again. You'd wear your pretty sundresses, smack your cherry lips, flip your perfect hair- and you and Joel would both pretend through stolen glances and heavy breaths that whatever it was between the both of you was casual, that love was nowhere near.

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stay awhile (joel miller x f!reader)

summary: you & joel are travelling to jackson, and make the most of a well-needed rest stop along the way.

warnings: age gap (29/56 — if this isn’t for you, that’s fine! you don’t have to read it), canon typical violence, no ellie, cursing, food, alcohol, mention of parent death, unprotected piv (don’t do that), smut, kissing, shower sex, joel miller being in love and not knowing how to say it, soft!joel, anxiety, weapons, insecurity, panic attack, fluff & comfort, 18+ mdni.

notes: my first foray back into fic writing! yay! nothing much really happens in this one: i just wanted some soft, comforting vibes from joel <3 enjoy 🫶🏻

this is a gift for @ovaryacted 🤍 thank you for inspiring me to write again, babe, by being horny about slick-back joel. i love you. as ever, a huge big gorgeous shoutout to my @macfrog, without whom this fic wouldn’t be seeing the light of day. love you forever.

Dirt clings to your shoes, dry and heavy like sun-baked concrete. Shoulders twinging as you shift your pack across your back, your stomach rumbles. Loudly. Joel looks over his shoulder at the sound, ahead on the path as always.

“Not much further now.”

Your sigh of relief is muted, not wanting to show your struggle. You don’t want him to ever think you’re a burden, that you’re just a girl out of her depth. You want to prove you’re worthy out here past the walls you were raised in.

Time has become meaningless since you left the Boston QZ; a rinse-and-repeat cycle of waking up with the dawn, chewing rabbit, walking ‘til your feet bleed, and Joel fucking you under the stars every night.

You can’t recall the last uninterrupted sleep you had; the last night he wasn’t inside of you. It marks the end of another day you’ve both survived, helps you to forget the shit you’ve seen — and undoubtedly will again, the next time the sun raises her weary head over the scorched Earth.

Some nights, it’s Joel who’s works you up: touches you all day, innocently at first, until it isn’t. Most of the time, however, you’re the one pulling at the zipper of his sleeping bag, finding your way underneath his shirt, toying with the buckle of his belt. He’d lit a fire in your belly only he can put out.

You’re always pinned beneath him, rifle next to his hand as it drives into the dirt beside your head. His thick fingers wrapped round your throat, your back arching off the thin material beneath you as he pushes you over the edge, telling you to take it.

Just like Joel takes what he needs, over and over, and gives you more than you’ll ever be able to tell him. Namely, a tiny, jagged piece of his heart: pulled unwillingly from his chest and dumped into your fragile grasp for safekeeping.

You wondered, at first, if it was purely physical. If you were just a body for him to pour his frustrations into, a tight space for his pleasure only. You wouldn’t resent him for it: crossing your ankles over his back to feel him deeper, scratches from your nails adorning his shoulders.

But then, one morning, he held your hand.

His huge, warm palm over yours, his lips at your temple as he thanked you for taking the overnight watch. Joel’s eyes had twinkled, and you knew from that point on you meant something to him. Something undefined, lingering on the tip of his tongue — something he can only convey with the way he takes care of you.

Joel stops, now, and waits for you to catch up. He offers to take your pack, slinging it over his thick forearm and kissing your sweaty forehead; allaying your earlier fears. “It’s just past this clearin’,” he tells you, squeezing your hip lightly. Your throat is parched as you carry on, the township coming into view past the trees.

The street must’ve been nice, back then. It’s obvious someone’s tried to spruce it up here and there; white picket fences and a vegetable patch seemingly out of place with the barbed wire surroundings. Must’ve been Frank, you muse, remembering what Joel had told you this morning.

They’re decent people. Well, Frank is. Stay out of Bill’s way, ‘f you can. They’ll house us for the night — feed us, let us shower, all the good stuff. Then we make tracks for Wyoming.

Jackson, Wyoming. The place Joel’s taking you to.

He’s had word from his brother that they’ve set up a community, which is thriving by all accounts. There’s a place for both of you there, if you could make it. Free of FEDRA, rations and rats. It sounds like a pipe dream — you’ve told Joel as much. He’d responded with a wry smile, and little else.

Whether it’s real or not, you know you’ll follow Joel to the ends of the Earth. You’d rather be pulled apart by a pack of clickers than left behind in Boston to rot without him.

Joel stops at a gate, indicates for you to go on ahead. The house is beautiful: littered with thriving plants and flowers you’d forgotten existed, besides illustrations in old books. The front door opens, and two men emerge: one wearing a wide smile, the other seemingly chewing a wasp.

Joel introduces them both: Frank and Bill, respectively. The latter eyes you both with suspicion; something you’ve already been warned to expect. Frank’s kindness is a strange but welcoming contrast, adding to the absurdity of their picture-perfect home in a town time forgot.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Joel?” Frank grins, and Joel clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Your eyes remain rooted to the lush grass bordering the pathway, unsure of how to aid him. You hadn’t discussed this, hadn’t found a reason to. Until now.

“She’s — uh, she’s my —”

“Your daughter, or something?” Bill’s eyebrow lifts towards his hairline disapprovingly.

Joel’s lip curls. “Partner.”

Bill’s face screws up incredulously, Frank intervening with a hand over his chest. “It doesn’t matter who she is,” he smiles, mostly at you. “Any friend of Joel’s is a friend of ours.”

///

Dinner is an experience you’ll never forget.

A smooth wooden table, elegant candlesticks, polished cutlery. Succulent meat, fresh vegetables, red wine — a night of firsts for you, your eyes widening to take it all in. Life before, with treats and trinkets like these, is hazy to you: nine-years-old when the fungus took over, the next twenty years of your life clouded by trauma and violence.

Joel checks in with you throughout, pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist when the two of you are alone, Bill and Frank bickering in the kitchen.

“Feelin’ any better?”

You hum contentedly, belly full and warm. “Can’t fucking wait for a shower.”

He smiles; small and lop-sided, the one you think might be reserved just for you. Your hosts return, and small talk resumes. Joel empties his pockets, the medications you know are paying for your stay lined up on the table. Bill examines them closely, rattling pill bottles and poring over labels.

Frank takes your hand in his. “The guest bathroom is stocked for you — well, as much as it can be. Use whatever you’d like, and take it with you if you want.”

A lump rises in your throat unexpectedly, tears sprouting to the corners of your eyes. They don’t have to provide anything for you — you’re imposing on them, really. Your parents have been gone for so long, and Frank’s soft voice and quiet kindness makes you ache for them.

“Thank you,” you mutter, squeezing his hand. “I really appreciate it.”

///

As soon as the plates are cleared, your eyelids are drooping. Frank ushers you upstairs, Bill having shut himself away in the garage. “Joel can show you how to work the shower,” he tells you, both of you following his lead up the stairs.

“Any clothing you don’t want anymore — just leave it in a pile. We’ll use them to make cleaning rags,” he grins. “There are boxes in your room, marked with sizes. Take what you want.”

You wring your hands, returning his smile shyly. “Like shopping?”

“Exactly,” he chuckles. “And tips for the staff are always welcome.”

Joel is quiet, lingering behind you both for a while. You sense his eyes on you, though. You always can.

“If you need anything else, just ask. Joel knows his way around,” Frank tips his head towards him, squeezing your shoulder lightly. Joel thanks him, and he leaves you both in the semi-darkness, footsteps echoing down the stairs.

“C’mon,” he sighs, holding out his hand. “Shower.”

///

The water is heavenly. Hot and burning across your skin, dirt and sweat disappearing down the drain. Eyes closed, you tip your head back and submerge yourself fully, losing yourself in the sensation, blood rushing in your ears.

A pair of hands on your hips bring you back: Joel’s close behind you, his lips against your shoulder. Stripping off in front of him felt different on this occasion: you’re not dipping yourself in a freezing river, and he doesn’t have a gun close to hand. You took your time, his gaze dark and watchful.

You turn to face him, his cock hard and insistent against your belly. He bends to kiss you, hands sliding across your slippery skin, finding purchase on your ass. Your whole body is relaxed, fluid — the luxury of time meaning you can enjoy the sensation of Joel’s tongue in your mouth, focus on nothing else but the way he’s touching you.

There are no threats here, just the two of you indulging in one another over the clean white tiles. Every movement is languid, determined to stretch the minutes into hours. At some point, Joel lifts you into his arms, pressing you against the wall as your legs wrap round his waist instinctively. He winces in pain as you move, brows drawn together.

You’re not the only one with back problems.

You kiss his nose, droplets clinging to his lashes. “Put me down, old man.”

“Take no notice of Bill,” he smirks, both of you remembering his earlier comment. “He’s never liked me all that much.”

You hum, eyebrows raised, fingers in the grey streaks of his hair. “Well, I like you. A lot.”

You’re not sure what’s made you so bold, if it was Joel’s constant, reassuring touches along your thighs beneath the table all night, or the fact you’ve just washed the soap from his body like you’ve done it your whole life. Like it’s routine for you both to be here: naked and content in somebody else’s shower.

Joel’s lips drag a path of fire down the column of your throat, and you’re whimpering like he’s touching you for the very first time, like he’s mapping every contour and curve of your body and committing it to memory.

“Wanna fuck you like this, baby,” he groans, nosing at your pulse point. “Make you feel it for days.”

You think you could come already just from his words; the way his thick forearms support you, broad chest pressed into yours. Joel lets you beg for a moment, but soon enough, he’s filling you up deliciously, stretching you at a torturous pace to have you feeling every last inch of him.

“Good girl,” he groans, damp forehead against your own as you grind down on him eagerly, his thrusts meeting yours in a rhythm you’d established long ago. Joel’s big — sometimes overwhelmingly so. The sensation of him splitting you open has you clawing at his shoulders, moans caught in your throat. “So perfect f’me,” he reminds you, breathing short and laboured as you both reach the point of no return — your favourite place to be.

///

Joel flicks the light switch, boxes stacked high around the room. You don’t even know where to start; sleepy eyes bewildered by the sheer amount of choice.

“We’ll make this quick.” His hands find your hips again, kiss pressed below your ear. You nod, tugging at the first box you can reach.

A pile of items begins to grow — new jeans, socks, sneakers, and sweaters. Joel finds himself a flannel and packs it away, pulls on a plain black t-shirt and fresh underwear. You sneak glimpses at him as you continue rifling through the clothes; tanned biceps pushing against the fabric, thighs dusted with the same dark hair that spreads across his belly.

Arousal claws at your insides, white-hot and agonising. You’re still reeling from the orgasms Joel had pulled from you half an hour ago; watching his release paint your tummy, washing it away as his chest heaved with the aftershocks. Thinking about it has your thighs clenching, and you busy yourself with your task as a distraction.

The next box in your search is full of pajamas: plaid pants and graphic tees, camisole vests and matching shorts. Dropping your towel, you pull the silk vest over your head, shimmy the shorts along your thighs. “What d’you think?” you ask, adjusting the straps over your shoulders. Joel’s on his knees, distracted by a pair of boots.

“Hm?”

“Do you like this?”

He looks up, eyes wide. You watch his throat bobbing as he swallows, taking in your bare legs, the lace trim. You’ve never worn anything like this before, never had cause to. You like the way it feels against your skin, how it makes you feel in front of Joel, who’s still struggling for words below you.

You approach him slowly, cradling his chin in your hands. You feel powerful; his pupils dilated as his calloused palms drift along the back of your thighs. His hair is combed back from his face, silver waves flat against his head. Your fingertip runs along the curve of his nose and comes to rest on his full bottom lip.

You pull Joel to his feet, his thick thumb sneaking underneath the camisole strap. He plays with it absentmindedly; eyes heavy with tiredness. “You need to sleep,” you murmur, running your hands along his biceps. His brows raise, grin tugging at his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m serious, Joel.”

“I, uh, don’t mind takin’ the couch, ‘f you…” he trails off, chest slumping as he exhales. “Oh,” you mutter, taken aback slightly. “I mean, I could take the couch, if you didn’t want to — y’know, share.”

Something akin to hope lingers on his features, eyes flitting between you and the bed.

He takes your hands in his, rubbing over your thumbs.

“There’s no way you’re doin’ that with your back.”

///

You’ve never slept on anything this soft.

Back in Boston, your bed was propped up on pallets; blankets scavenged and traded for, pillowcases stuffed with clothing past repair. On the road, the forest floor sufficed. You don’t remember your bedroom from before, although you know it must’ve been nice — soft shades of pink, a story to lull you to sleep, your mom kissing you goodnight.

Joel’s arm circles round your waist, anchoring you to the present. His warm palm against your tummy, you feel his soft exhales of breath over your ear. The moonlight throws shadows across the room: both your packs ready to go in the morning, an assortment of weapons and stores of food, a reminder that this safe haven was only ever temporary.

Tears prick suddenly at your eyes, and soon enough you’re sobbing quietly; tears soaking the mattress beneath you. Joel stirs, looming over you in an instant. “Hey, don’t cry,” he hushes, gathering you into his arms. You go into them gladly, Joel tracing his fingertips along your spine to soothe you.

“Long day,” he murmurs after a beat.

“But a good one.”

Joel kisses your damp cheek, pulls back to check in on you. “You wanna talk about it?”

Wiping your eyes, you curl into his chest: greying hair tickling your face, his steady heartbeat thrumming in your ears. You feel your own begin to regulate as a result, encouraged by his presence. Now you can’t see his face, your tongue loosens.

“I just — I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to go back out there. Infected, raiders, God only knows what else.. I want us to stay here, with our nice bedroom and hot water and proper fucking food.”

Joel is silent for a moment, digesting your confession. Your earlier fears begin to surface — he’ll think he’s made a mistake. That you’re a burden. He’ll take you back, leave you on the road. Leave you to die.

You’ve fucked up everything for him.

“Breathe for me,” his voice pulls you from the depths of your despair; not even realising your heart rate had spiked again, fists curled into the floral coverlet. You inhale deeply as per his instructions, breathing out as he sits upright, pulling you into his lap.

“I wish we could stay too, baby. But that’s never been the arrangement — n’ trust me, Bill can be meaner’n any clicker when he wants to be.”

You laugh shakily, Joel’s lips at your temple.

“Sorry for being pathetic.”

“Got nothin’ to apologise for. I should be the one sayin’ sorry; I didn’t think about how overwhelmin’ this might’ve been for you.”

Fingers brushing against his chest hair, you sigh heavily. “Do you think Jackson will be like this?”

“Maybe. Not sure about fancy plates ‘n all that, but Tommy’s sure been talkin’ it up.” Joel scratches at his chin, shifting you a little across his thighs. “Been meanin’ to ask you somethin’.”

You loop your arms round his neck, nose to nose in the silvery white light. His hands move to your waist, flex across your ribs. “Go ahead.”

“When we get there —” you notice there’s no if. Joel has no doubt; certain you’ll make it through whatever horrors lie ahead, “— I wanted to know.. ‘f you planned on stayin’ with me. Livin’ together, wherever they put us.”

You swallow, feeling tears threaten once more. The comparison clutches at your heart: the risks and perils that lie in wait on your journey don’t trouble him, but asking you if you’ll remain in his company has Joel averting his eyes, lip caught between his teeth.

“If you’ll have me,” you whisper, kissing him softly. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

The kiss that follows is long, both of you breathless when you break apart. Joel’s hand drifts under your camisole, squeezing your breast as he hardens underneath you. The smile he saves for you is back: half obscured by the darkness, but you trace along his lips anyway, feeling it for yourself.

“You got room to pack this?” he asks, voice deep and guttural, tugging gently at the silk.

You push him back into the sheets, pin his wrists above his head. “For you, Joel Miller, I’ll make room.”

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