Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 960: Jayden At The Door

Samantha’s breath hitched—relief crashing through her like a wave. She leaned hard into my hand, nuzzling it like it was the only safe thing in the world.

"Really...?" she whispered. "You... you believe me...?"

I nodded, thumb brushing away another tear.

"Completely. And don’t worry about your ex. I’ll help you deal with him. Permanently, if necessary."

Samantha’s eyes widened again—but this time with awe, not fear. A small, shaky smile broke through the tears.

"Thank you... husband... I love you... I love you so much..."

I pulled her up—strong arms wrapping around her small frame—and tugged Gabriela in too, crushing both women against my chest in a tight, possessive hug. Gabriela’s massive tits squashed warmly against my ribs; Samantha’s softer curves molded to my side. I kissed the top of Samantha’s head, then Gabriela’s temple.

"You’re both mine now," I murmured. "No exes. No doubts. No running. Just us."

Gabriela kissed Samantha’s cheek—soft, sisterly—then mine.

"Let’s get cleaned up," she whispered. "Before Yuko comes back and finds us like this."

I stood—lifting both women effortlessly, one in each arm. Gabriela squeaked in surprise, legs wrapping around my waist; Samantha clung to my neck, face buried in my shoulder. I carried them into the ensuite bathroom—kicking the door shut behind us.

The shower was still warm from Yuko’s earlier use. I set them down gently, stripped off the ruined gown, and turned the water hotter. Steam quickly filled the small space.

Gabriela and Samantha peeled off their soaked clothes—Gabriela’s skirt and blouse clinging obscenely to her curves, Samantha’s uniform dress dark with wet patches. They stepped under the spray together—naked, flushed, beautiful—and I joined them.

Hands roamed—mine, theirs—washing away cum, squirt, sweat, spit. Gabriela’s massive tits pressed against my chest as she soaped my back; Samantha knelt again, this time innocently washing my legs, though her fingers lingered on my cock a little too long. Julie’s earlier teasing echoed in my head, but I pushed it aside—this moment was for them.

When we were clean—skinned pink, hair dripping—I stepped out first, toweling off quickly. Then I concentrated—just a flicker of focus—and reached into the air.

A soft shimmer rippled. From nothing, a crisp black dress materialized in my hand. Both women stared—mouths open.

"It’s... amazing..." Gabriela breathed, fingers brushing the fabric like it might vanish again. "You just... made it appear... out of thin air..."

Samantha’s eyes were huge—almost reverent.

"Jack... how...?"

I chuckled at their reactions—pulling on the new shirt and slacks while they dressed.

"Superpowers, remember?" I said lightly. "One of many. Thought you might like something clean after all that mess."

Gabriela smoothed the dress over her hips—fabric clinging perfectly to her thick ass and heavy tits like it had been tailored just for her curves—then twirled once, beaming so wide her cheeks dimpled.

The sweater dress hugged every inch, accentuating the deep cleavage and the flare of her waist, making her look like sin wrapped in soft cashmere.

"I love it... " Thank you, mi amor," she purred, voice still husky from earlier. "You spoil us rotten. I feel like a queen... or maybe a very naughty mistress."

Samantha—now in her new blouse-and-skirt set—looked down at herself in quiet wonder, fingers tracing the clean lines of the fabric. The outfit was elegant but simple, hugging her smaller frame without overwhelming it. She lifted shining eyes to me, lashes wet again.

"I’ve never... had anyone take care of me like this..." she whispered, voice cracking with emotion. "Thank you... husband..."

I pulled them both close again—one arm around Gabriela’s waist, the other around Samantha’s shoulders—drawing them into a tight, possessive embrace.

I kissed Gabriela deeply first—tongue sliding against hers in a slow, claiming dance—then turned to Samantha, softer, slower, letting her melt against me with a tiny, happy whimper.

"You’re mine," I said simply, voice low and final. "Both of you. I take care of what’s mine. Always."

We finished dressing—me in the crisp black shirt and slacks from the SUDIX Store, Gabriela smoothing her dress one last time, Samantha shyly adjusting the collar of her blouse.

The bathroom still smelled faintly of soap and sex, but the main room had aired out just enough. I pulled the rolling tray table closer, and we sat together on the edge of the bed—three plates of hospital breakfast (eggs, toast, fruit) that suddenly looked far too mundane after everything.

Gabriela fed me a bite of toast with her fingers, giggling when I nipped her thumb. Samantha poured water with careful hands, blushing every time our eyes met. The mood was warm, intimate, almost domestic—until three sharp knocks rattled the door.

"Jack... It’s me, Jayden."

I glanced at the door—then at the two women beside me.

"Come in."

The door swung open.

Jayden stepped inside—tall, broad-shouldered, wearing her signature detective look: crisp white button-down shirt tucked into tailored black ladies’ slacks, leather jacket slung over her shoulders like armor.

Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, gun holster visible at her hip, boots polished to a gleam. She looked every inch the heroic investigator—sharp, commanding, ready to burn the world down for me.

Her eyes swept the room—taking in me (dressed, sitting up, looking far too healthy for a hospital patient), Gabriela (radiant in her new dress, still flushed from earlier), and then landing on Samantha—new face, new outfit, sitting close enough that her thigh brushed mine.

Jayden’s brows lifted slightly. She didn’t say anything at first—just crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, sizing up the situation like she was walking into a crime scene.

"Who’s the new girl?" she asked finally, voice dry but not hostile. Her gaze flicked to Samantha—then back to me—waiting.

Samantha shrank a little under the scrutiny, fingers twisting in her lap. Gabriela—ever the protective one—slid an arm around Samantha’s shoulders and answered before I could.

"This is Samantha," Gabriela said warmly, squeezing the smaller woman against her side. "She’s... family now. Jack’s family. Our family."

Jayden’s eyes narrowed—just a fraction—then softened when she saw the genuine affection in Gabriela’s face. She pushed off the doorframe and stepped closer, boots clicking on the tile.

"Family, huh?" She studied Samantha for a long moment—then gave a small, approving nod. "Welcome to the chaos, Samantha. If Jack trusts you, that’s enough for me. For now."

Samantha managed a tiny smile—still shy, still overwhelmed—but nodded back.

"Thank you... Detective Jayden..."