NEFARIOUS: B723 SERIES BOOK THREE, page 57
I shake my head, accepting that it’s going to take me some time to get there but I will. “I just wanted you to pay attention to your health, Dad. It’s more important.”
“Not more important than my children. And if I had to lose some to protect the good ones…” He sighs and runs a hand down the side of his tired face. “Then so be it.”
A heavy silence falls between us and I’m not sure of what else to say. It’s just us three now. The only people I cared about for years. Things are going to be weird, but oddly peaceful moving forward.
“We can’t choose our families, sweetheart,” my dad proclaims, leaning over to place his elbows on his knees. “But we can protect the ones we love. We have an obligation to do that. It’ll take some time for us to heal but we’ll get there. What they all did was wrong and they weren’t going to stop until they were either thrown in jail or…what happened.”
I nod.
“Amirah, it wasn’t ideal. I’d never wish death on someone but, if I’m being frank, I can’t bring myself to fully forgive them either. The sins they’ve committed against Laurent and you…” A lone tear falls and hits his cheek and he quickly swipes it away.
“I love you, Dad. Please don’t cry.” I feel my own tear ducts begin to fill up but I don’t bother hiding it.
“I love you too.” He inhales deeply and straightens his spine. “Well, let’s relax for a few minutes. Your boyfriend promised me dinner and I’m starving.”
* * *
The restaurant we went to is really a small diner with excellent chili waffle fries and chocolate milkshakes. Dad and I splurged on a quarter of the menu, eating off each other’s plates and the ones in between us like we used to do when I was a kid.
Mills chats up with my brother like they’re old friends. Dad and Mills talk about embarrassing stories that involve me. And when we finished, we all drive back to Mills’s place for a fire.
Dad is absolutely thrilled when my boyfriend mentions s’mores and it’s then that I realize that this—us—is okay. That there are no worries anymore now that we’re free of danger from the women who believed they could manipulate all of us.
In the kitchen, Mills is gathering up all the ingredients, focused on the task at hand until I come in.
“Hey, baby, will you grab me a beer out of the fridge?”
“Sure.” However, I don’t head there.
Instead, I stalk him around the kitchen island to where he’s bent over to grab something out of the cabinet.
I take that moment to enjoy the view before he straightens and turns to face me.
“What’s wrong?”
My index finger wraps around one of his belt loops and I give him a little jerk in my direction. He faithfully follows, eyes plastered on me and waiting for a response.
My answer is unbuttoning the front of his jeans.
“Rus, what are you doing?”
I don’t want to talk.
I don’t want to cry or think anymore about what’s happened, I just want to live.
With this man at my side.
Haunching down, I bring his pants down with me.
“Amirah, I don’t think—“ I spring his cock free from his cotton boxers and immediately wrap my lips around the tip. “Geezus fucking Christ. You’re dad is expecting—“ I deep throat him, getting him to shut up and enjoy this.
I want to thank him for everything he’s done for me. What he’s given me. I’m stronger now than I was months ago and all he wants to do is take care and love me still.
“You’re not playing fair,” he issues out, attempting to sound irritated but we both know he’s far from it. I’m just foreshadowing what it’d be like to live with me. “I love that you want—“
“I want to suck you dry,” I retort, drawing my tongue out to lick underneath his shaft. “And I want you to come inside me later.”
“Fuck.” His fingers lace through my hair as he stares down at me with pure lust and hunger in his eyes. I tighten my grip around his length and engulf him again, peering up at him as I suck, lick and tease.
His free hand shoots out to grip the black marble countertop to hold himself steady, alluding to the fact that he’s veering down the course of crashing over. He doesn’t break eye contact with me, watching me wrap my pink lips around his hard cock over and over again.
“If you don’t want to swallow me, you better move.” I keep my mouth exactly where it is and that’s when he spills himself onto my tongue. He curses with every thrust as I swallow. His mouth opens as he tries to catch his breath. A powerful killer brought down by my mouth and tongue.
His fingers then latch onto my biceps and he hurls me upward, my knees a little shaky from holding my full weight.
Except they didn’t stand a chance when Mills’s mouth crashes into mine like slamming into a cement wall. His tongue snakes between my lips as he tastes me and him together in a kiss that’s going to go down in the books.
“Don’t spoil me too much,” he mutters through flattening lips. “I won’t know how to handle it.”
“This is what it’s going to be like living with me.”
“Can you apply to graduate early?” I laugh at the same exact moment Laurent comes in the kitchen looking to see if he can help.
Mills pulls me closer to block his still open pants which only makes me chuckle harder.
Yeah.
I think I’m going to like living with this man.
MONTHS LATER…
I hate big gatherings of people I don’t know. I always feel like I’m moving out of the way for someone to get by or having to make awkward, idle chats with people that are too into being social. The older I become, the more I realize how more like Bishop I’m turning into, and I don’t want to turn into a broody dickhead with a fatal glare and shitty attitude. Contained to a small tribe of people, always wanting to peace out and enjoying time with people I speak with on a daily basis.
And speaking of said asshole, he’s currently grumbling at Emmy about having to come to this thing.
Me, I’m happy to be here because my girl is graduating, which means more time with her all to myself and her living with me permanently like the needy dick that I am. And thankfully, the ceremony only lasts forty-five minutes while Marty and I hand off a coffee mug full of tequila and just…tequila between each other.
When Amirah’s name was called, we all stand up—even Bishop—cheering her on like the unprofessional lot we are. At the end of the ceremony, the graduates comes down through the middle of the crowd, some with their caps still on and others with them scattered somewhere after they’ve thrown them up in the air.
Handing back Marty his mug, I stand when Amirah comes striding up closer to me. It’s probably not looked highly upon, but I link my arm underneath hers and walk with her down the rest of the aisle with her classmates.
“Hey, baby,” I greet with a smile. “Congratulations.”
“Oh my God, is this the cute boyfriend you keep talking about?” gushes the blonde at her side, which only turns my mouth into a cocky smirk, I mean because, c’mon.
What man doesn’t want their woman talking about how much they love their dick?
“Talking about, huh?”
Amirah shoots me an exasperated look with a slight lift of her lips. “I may have mentioned you once or twice.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“You would, Rhett Mills.”
I lean in closer, my mouth salivating at how much I want to get her alone somewhere, right now, because of what I have planned for us. “This will be us one day, walking down an aisle full of fewer people.”
“I’m glad you mentioned that.” She stops then, holding onto my forearm to make me stand in front of her. Her green eyes peer up at me with mischief when she says, “Because I wanted to know if you’d like to marry me.”
My brows knit because this isn’t happening. Like, just no. “What?” I’m bumped into from behind, but I don’t turn to look at who I need to shoot a shitty look to. I’m too solely focused on the here and now and what the hell Amirah just asked from me.
“Rhett Mills, you’ve been the biggest impact in my life.” Her greens gaze at me with so much love in them that all I can do is just stare back at her like an idiot. “I couldn’t imagine my entire existence without you. Seriously, even though we met in the most fucked up way ever, I’d love to make you my husband. So…will you—“
“Marry me,” I blurt out as quickly as she says the same words.
She squints her eyes, silent for a moment because she’s probably replaying what the hell just happened. “Why did you say it?”
“Because I’ve been wanting to ask you. And your ass just tried to beat me out of it.” I shrug. “I’ve been waiting for this day to pass so I could ask you without you having to—“
“So you decided to steal my proposal?” She crosses her arms and clucks her tongue against the roof of her roof. “I’m ashamed of you.”
I narrow my eyes. “Have you been listening to my phone conversations? I’ve only been planning this shit for months?”
“What shit?”
“I was going to take you to Paris.”
“I’ve been to Paris.” She perks a bratty brow, but I know she’s fucking with me like she has been. Two or three weeks ago, she sewed up the fly to a clean pair of boxers, so when I went to go take a piss I couldn’t find the damn hole.
Let’s also not forget the post-it note she put on the window of my car apologizing for the dent while I spent thirty minutes looking for it just to find out there wasn’t one.
I’m still fucking her for that one.
“Maybe I made Paris, sweetheart,” I ground out as she bats her eyelashes at me.
I didn’t make Paris.
Well, kinda.
I got a bunch of French food made up like french fries, french toast, french bread and, of course, french kissing for later. Obviously not real authentic French food, but Amirah appreciates my humor.
Amirah sighs excessively. “You gonna marry me or what?”
I shrug. “Or what?” I step into her space, and her chin follows me up to keep an eye on me. “How about I show you my answer in the backseat of my car?”
Her lips lift. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
“Not yet…” I only allow my lips to hover but a breath away from hers. “But I can be if you want to be fully full of me.” I notice that people are starting to give us weird looks as we stay here talking about fucking and if the other one is going to agree to marry the other or not.
Talk about weird as fuck proposals.
“C’mon, baby.” I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer to me. “Either we fuck in the school parking lot, or you just give me your answer now so I can kiss you. No need to get expelled.”
“I just graduated.” She perks a brow. “Too late.”
“There are ways of getting you expelled, Rus.” I wink at her, and she hits my shoulder with her fist lightly. “Fuck or kiss.”
“Fuck,” she blurts, not giving a shit that it wasn’t more of a whispered tone. “Because I’d love to see you put in the extra work to save my career if you get us caught. Serves you right.”
I grunt at her, but I’m not complaining that she wants me deep inside her sweet cunt. “Then we’ll just do it right here if you wanna see how much power I wield.”
I bend over and pick her up before she squeals, wrapping her arms around my neck and tucking her face into my neck. “Mills, don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I start striding down the aisle because there will be no way in hell anyone is going to see my girl and soon-to-be future wife naked.
“See, you wouldn’t,” she sasses, and I pretend like I’m going to drop her feet to the ground, but she only wraps her arms around me tighter, her legs tangled in her graduation robe. “Mills.”
She begins to chuckle but doesn’t let up on her koala hold on me.
“Tell me you’ll marry me,” I whisper in her ear, pausing in place for a second until I hear the magical word that will forever change me. “I love you, Rus. You’re it for me. I’ll never want anyone else.”
She pulls from me, her mouth only but a small gap away from mine as she studies the sincerity in my features. “Promise?”
After the family bullshit she’s gone through, I can understand why she’d be a little scared that someday I’ll change my mind.
“I can guarantee it.”
“Then I want one of your balls in a jar, and yes—“ He lips brush mine softly. ”—I’ll marry the shit out of you.”
I smile as her tongue demands entrance into my mouth. I oblige, stroking her wet and soft flesh because this woman just said she was going to marry me.
My balls and all.
THE END
Mills and I connected immediately when I first started writing his book. And funnily enough, this wasn’t originally his story—it was Bishop’s.
I wrote four editions of Bishop and Emmy before landing the one that is currently published (Deceit) and I didn’t want to throw this particular story line away. The only person in B723 that I thought could handle this situation and not completely crumble was, indeed, my Mills.
I couldn’t imagine Mills have any other story EXCEPT the one where he lands Scarlett, Bishop’s sister. However, I honestly don’t think he’d survive it and Bishop may of been successful in killing Mills this time.
Thank you so much for giving me the time to offer my characters into your imagination. To my best friend, Dee, thank you so much for everything you always do for me, with every book. I love you so much.
To my alpha, Brit, for always being honest with me and digging deep into my books. You are truly an asset to these stories and I couldn’t imagine anyone better for the job.
To SLB, it’s been a long journey between us. Thank you so much for always being at my ready, for reading my babies and being such a support. I appreciate you so much.
To my boys, I love you with all my heart. This is still and will always be for you.
To my readers—new and old—thank you so much for the endless support, the excitement. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.
Here’s to the next one in the series!
xoxo,
Hazel Grace
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B723 STANDALONE SERIES:
OVERCAST: B723 SERIES BOOK ONE
DECEIT: B723 SERIES BOOK TWO
ILLUSIVE DUET:
CATFISH
BONAFIDE
A LITTLE MERMAID DARK RETELLING
SIREN
DECEIVED DUET:
DISORDERLY
ZEALOUS
THE BASES SERIES
INTERFERNCE
STRIKE
DOUBLE PLAY
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Grace, Hazel, NEFARIOUS: B723 SERIES BOOK THREE
