NEFARIOUS: B723 SERIES BOOK THREE, page 44
“You’ve done that, baby.” She comes down hard on me, causing me to groan and her to cry out.
Apparently, I hit a chord that should only affect me, but her guilt still stews inside her.
I want it out.
And it’s my fault for mentioning it like that.
“No ties,” she says. “Just you wanting it. I want to erase…” She doesn’t finish.
She doesn’t have to.
Together, we’ll get through this. And honestly, I wouldn’t change what happened to me now.
I met her.
The woman who glorifies my little heart and brings inner peace spreading through me. I didn’t know I needed someone like her.
And now that I’ve gotten to know her, I don’t want to turn my head away.
“You’re doing a hell of a job, Rus,” I softly urge. “I don’t want anyone else but this.”
She stops suddenly with me still inside. My cock twitches once, demanding to continue and come, but I only will if she wants to.
If she wants this.
“Show me,” Amirah solicits, squeezing my thighs between the pads of her fingers. “Fuck me with no hands.”
Placing my palms on the cushions for support, I propel upward, pounding into her like she’s my fuck toy. Her pussy draws and holds me in, demanding I milk the shit out of her to mark my claim.
And this isn’t even a quarter of it.
I wish for it all.
I crave every inch of her to be touched by me. I hunger to taste her everywhere, know every crook of her body and every curve to latch on to.
Because I think she’s mine.
Amirah meets my movements with her own as she removes her bra. Her long, wavy, and copper hair cascades down the naked span of her spine. My fingers seek permission to wrap it around them so I can pull and expose her creamy neck to my mouth and whisper the dirtiest shit in her ear.
My balls begin to throb with warning, and I circle my hips to coat her walls with every inch of me. Amirah moans and calls out for God while I force the strength I didn’t know I had to keep from touching any part of her body.
The more I hunger for it, the more it seems to make her body that much more of a temptation. Now I know why Adam followed Eve and ate that damn apple.
“This perfect little pussy is going to make me come,” I caution, hitting her center, harder and more urgently.
“Me too,” she breathes.
“Play with that clit and lean back.” Her spine hits my chest, and I slide out of her. It doesn’t take long for me to guide myself back in because she’s so fucking wet for me.
Me.
She’s fucking wet for my steel length and needy hands that I can’t touch her with.
With her head on my shoulder, I can brush my lips against her ear, but I don’t kiss her. She said I wasn’t allowed to touch after all.
“I can’t wait to use my wishes,” I tell her. “I’m going to make you scream, baby. Over and over again until you can feel me for days. And when I fuck every hole…you’re going to tell me something I want to hear.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll see. But for now, I’m going to fuck this sopping cunt and make you come so hard you’re going to see stars. And when I can use my hands again, I’m going to make you regret that wish.”
She chuckles lightly, still a little naive on what I can do. “You sure about that?” I sink myself deep inside her and stop, feeling her tense. Slowly, I extract myself, almost pulling fully out before inserting myself so slow it’s painful.
“I’m not sure,” I whisper. “How does going like this for the next five minutes sound?”
“Mills,” she warns.
“Yes?”
“Stop teasing me.”
“I’d never want to do that,” I surmise with a smile. “You’re gonna come just like this.” I pick up my speed a little. “All over my thick cock that loves being inside you…just like this, baby.”
A few more pumps and Amirah explodes around me, riding my dick like she was born to do. It triggers my own orgasm, bright colors and shit appearing promptly in my vision.
Amirah turns around and straddles my lap, my palms finding her naked ass and pulling her closer. She leans in for a silent kiss, spreading her tongue in my mouth.
“I’ll be your girlfriend,” she mutters.
“Woman, regardless, when you fuck a man like that, you’ve sealed your own fate with me.”
She presses her forehead against mine. “I like the sound of that.”
I’m nervous.
Scratch that; I’m freaking out.
I’ve changed my outfit five times, opting out of my dress to pull on a pair of jeans just to realize it might be too casual and that it’d look like I didn’t put any effort into my appearance.
So, in a red floral dress and tan boots that come up to my knees, Mills holds my hand in my lap and drives to Pittsburgh with me and a bundle of wrecked nerves.
“Baby?”
Looking out the window, we’re in the country with scattered properties here and there—it’s beautiful. I just can’t shake that Mills’s family is going to despise and never like me.
I want them to.
I really do.
I want to be a part of his life where he can take me to family events and be at places that are important to him. Not that I’ll be able to. I’d like to keep him as far away from my family as possible. It’d be nice for him to get along with Laurent, and he seemed to get along great with Dad, but the rest, no. I’d never drag him home.
“Baby.” I remember that Mills called me before, and I crane my head to look over at him, giving me a glance with his rakish, handsome smile.
He’s wearing sunglasses, pulling off a Tom Cruise in Top Gun sorta look, and—damn, I’m dating this guy.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked?”
I return his smile. “About a dozen times already.”
“I meant it.”
I squeeze his hand. “I know you did.”
He brings our intertwined fingers to his lips and kisses the top of mine, then runs the tip of his tongue subtly down one just to be a damn tease.
He’s distracting me because we turn into a long gravel driveway and a beautiful home.
It has coastal blue siding and with white edging and two beams that outline the porch steps. Stones frame the windows, giving it a rustic look but still modern. It’s two stories with purple and yellow flower beds giving it a homey vibe to my sunken one.
Mills gets out of the car and comes around to open mine before I can even grab the courage to do it myself. He holds out a hand for me, and when I’m standing, he pushes me up against the side of his car and sandwiches me there with his chest. His right arm props along the roof while his left latches onto my hip gently.
“It doesn’t matter what happens,” he mutters, leaning in closer to my face. “I like you.”
I swallow because his words are sweet, but will they be enough? Mills told me about his job, these people, they’re family to him. They’re vital to who he is. I don’t want to put a strain on that.
“Rus, Bishop already told me to date you way before I asked you to, and Kyson is so mellowed out you have to check to make sure he’s not sleeping on you. Marty is a dickhead to everyone, so—“ He shrugs and tilts his shades up so I can see his stormy eyes of grays and light blues. “—I can’t change that. However, I will beat his ass if he’s disrespectful.”
I shake my head. “ I don’t want you to have to fight them for me. I can handle my own.”
“I know you can.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “You grew up with Satan’s spawns.” A silence falls between us, and I’m trying to steady out my breaths. “Are you that nervous?”
I bob my head because there’s no use in hiding it. “It’s stupid, I know.”
“It’s not stupid,” he counters, brushing my hip with his thumb. “We didn’t meet like normal people.”
“Unfortunately.” I look over to the street, wishing we were leaving already.
I’m being a freaking baby, but I don’t think I can do this. I’ve met the guys, but they barely said more than a paragraph to me.
Marty threatened me while Bishop looked at me like I was the biggest piece of crap ever in existence. Kyson seemed okay.
The girls are going to despise me.
“We eat, and we leave.”
I slice my eyes back to Mills. “What? No, it’s fine. I’ll be okay when the initial shock of my presence wears off.”
“Baby, I promise it won’t be that bad.” He nuzzles his nose against mine, hovering his lips just so that he’s only one breath away. “And I’m going to make good on one of my five wishes, so you’ll be focusing on that way more than the people in the room.”
“You wouldn’t.” I eye him for a lie and find none, not one.
He chuckles. “Can I kiss you in front of them then?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” His lips brush mine. “Because Blue is outside waiting for us.” I don’t even get a chance to look before he captures my mouth, sliding his tongue between the plush skin and creating a wave of tingles straight between my legs.
He drops his hand, running it down my upper thigh then around to cup my ass. Squeezing it possessively, he tugs me closer as his tongue licks and coils with mine.
Letting out a low and almost inaudible growl, Mills purposely brushes himself against me so I can feel his hard cock, and I’m so not getting out of this night without him teasing me before I jump him.
“Me and you,” he utters. “Just me and—“
“Emmy’s waiting,” a female voice interrupts behind us. “And if you keep her any longer, she’s gonna get pissed.”
Mills doesn’t move to grant me a view, but I’m assuming it’s Blue, who he mentioned a minute ago. He’s trying to protect me and our bubble for just another moment longer before kissing me one more time.
Then he moves.
And I’m face to face with a beautiful and familiar redhead with mirroring red lips, perfectly shaped brows, and fair skin. A few freckles pepper the bridge of her nose, and she openly stares at me without shame, cares, or that I’m even anyone to worry about.
She’d be right on the latter.
I’m not going to hurt Mills—never again.
Especially since I openly saw her threaten Solange at a party and didn’t break a sweat while doing it.
“Rus, this is Blue. You both haven’t really officially met. Blue, Amirah.” Mills could’ve saved the introduction because Blue doesn’t hold out a hand in greeting, nor does she act like Mills even said a word.
“Come inside,” she says. “Kids are excited to see you, baby daddy.”
My whole body turns to frigid ice except my eyes. Those babies practically pop from their sockets as I watch her sway away in tight jeans and a white tank top.
“Long story,” Mills recants quickly. “I pretended to be Emmy’s baby daddy for some shit she got involved in. Her husband, Bish, almost murdered me because he thought I slept with her. I don’t have kids. I didn’t sleep with anyone here.” Mills’s hand wraps around mine to confirm his words. “Fun story; I’ll tell you about it later if you want.”
“Yeah…that’d be interesting.”
Mills starts to stride towards the house, and I follow so he doesn’t have to drag me. We enter through the front, the place instantly smelling like apples and citrus.
We don’t get but two steps in before a little voice breaks through the airways along with the pattering of feet.
“Uncle Mil!” A tiny little bundle of curls and dark hair races to the man next to me. Jumping in the air with complete faith that Mills will catch her in the air as she does.
She doesn’t come off the ground far, but Mills scoops her and her pink dress up and presents the little girl to me.
“Baby, this is Atlas. I’m her fake baby daddy.”
Atlas wrinkles her tiny nose. “No, you’re not daddy.”
I smile at her because she’s perfect and adorable and, oh so precious. Her eyes are vibrantly blue, and I remember seeing a matching set.
Bishop’s.
“Hi,” I coo softly. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Atlas looks over at me. “Me too.”
Mills places her down and pats her butt. “Get outta here, Princess. Where’s your Pa?”
“Kissing Mommy.” My lips crack wider at how brutally honest and innocent she is when I feel something or someone creep up from behind us.
Looking over my shoulder, Kyson has his arm wrapped around Mills’s shoulder as he looks down at me.
“Amirah,” he says, cooly but friendly—I think. “Glad you came.”
Really?
I can’t even say thank you because I don’t believe him. I wouldn’t be too fond of me either, but I say it anyway. He really is something else to look at. Those gold eyes with his red hair make him look like a Greek god with powers to spite the world of evil and mayhem.
“Marty is in the back, and Bishop is in the kitchen with Ems,” he tells us. “You smoke, ‘Mriah?”
I shake my head. “No.”
Kyson smiles, his features almost the same color as Blue’s, and I wonder if they’re related. “You might want to for this one.”
“Dude,” Mills mutters lowly through narrowed brows, immediately catching his warning. “Why would you say that?”
Kyson doesn’t falter at Mill’s scowl and says, “Because Bishop and Marty have been going at it today already, and it’s more fun to sit back and relax while smoking a joint than listening to them blow your eardrums out.”
“Fighting over what?”
He shrugs. “Why do they fight all the time, period?”
“Ky, why don’t you let our guests come in instead of you keeping them in the foyer?” With the new feminine voice in the room, I already know it’s Emmy Lou.
And if I didn’t know any better—and Mills never explained it how he did—I would’ve believed that he had slept with her.
When I thought Blue was beautiful, Emmy Lou was model material. I would kill for her to wear one of my gowns and walk around. She’s not the average height of a model because she’s a tad shorter than me, but her whitish-blonde locks remind me of Khalessi out of Game of Thrones. Her figure is curvy, and she’s rocking a pair of leggings and this cute baby blue top that v-necks right above the crease of her breasts.
While Emmy Lou is gorgeous, she’s a little too gawky right now because she hasn’t taken her eyes off me since I looked over at her.
“Lou Boo,” Mills chimes in, breaking from me and striding over to give her a tight hug. The vibe off the two of them blares off what Mills told me earlier. She’s his best friend, and they’ve been through more things than normal people do in their whole lifetimes, kinda like Laurent and me. Bishop appears a foot or two behind her, silently watching the scene play out while Mills gestures to me. “This is Amirah…the girl I’ve been telling you about.”
A slow smile illuminates off Emmy’s face as she steps forward. It’s warm, melting away the anxiety that’s been building up for days since Mills invited me here. She looks like a girl that could be your best friend, someone you could confide your darkest fears with and have girl night with.
“Amirah Van Doren,” Emmy quips, still with a smile. “I’ve been waiting to meet you.” I open my mouth to tell her same, but a hard slap crashes across my face, sending my head whipping to the side.
My palm immediately comes up to the burning sensation as I crane my head forward again, and the sound of Mills’s voice sends more heat riding up my face.
“Emmy,” he storms. “What the fuck?!”
I don’t see him; I only view her. A small little lioness who wants to protect her bestie, someone she’s known for years. Who has gone through things that I can’t even imagine and a bond that wouldn’t be broken.
I guess I deserved it. We’re really off to a great start here. At least she knocked the nervousness out of me.
“I invited you over here,” she leers slowly, inching closer in my space. “So I could do that.”
Even though she looks harmless, Emmy’s glare is a little scary. She must be the group's secret weapon because it was the least expected thing I thought she’d do.
I see Mills move out of the corner of my eye, but then he’s grounded back to his spot. Flicking my gaze over Emmy’s shoulder, I find that Bishop has him by the fabric of his shoulder and keeping him there.
Mills suddenly thrusts his elbow back into his friend’s gut, but Bishop is like a brick wall. He doesn’t move.
“Stop,” I assert steely, catching Mills’s immediate attention. “There’s no need for that.”
“See what you did?” Emmy vouches, regaining my focus. “He’s fighting to be with you over everyone else.”
“And we don’t like that.”
Blue.
Two against one, and I’m already screwed with the odds. However, I grew up with two sisters, and I can deal with two more females that come my way wanting to protect their own other than destroying it.
I’m an outsider.
I’m the reason he met me.
And while I’m grateful for that, it’s also going to take some time for them to see me as someone who genuinely cares about him.
“Back the fuck off, Emmy,” Mills snaps out loud. “Kyson, the hell, man.”
I forgot he was behind me, and it’s then that I notice I’m in a den of wolves. Ones that’ll tear me apart over him. And with every threat, it’s human nature to protect yourself.
With females, however, you have to clap back and assert yourself. They’ll feed off it, toy with it, and rip you to shreds to get you to run off. One drip of self-consciousness or fear, and you’re through.
I’m not a fighter.
But I will be for Mills.
I like you.
I like him too, and he’s made it clear that these people are of great importance to him. And I took the hint that he wants me to be involved in it.
Yeah, I guess it is moving fast, but our relationship isn’t typical or conventional. It’s thrilling and heart racing. Our attraction is deeply set within us, and we can’t fight it anymore.
