“Mills,” Dean breathes my name. “Please, just?—”
I don’t let him finish.
Turning my head, I slam my mouth against his, so hard I taste blood because I don’t want to hear it.
I can’t.
I can’t listen to him lie to me.
Not while he’s inside me.
Not while she’s standing thirty feet away and casually admitting the fact that all of this, everything that happened—everything she did—was because my happiness is something she can’t allow.
Pushing past his lips, I fuck his mouth, tangling and swirling my tongue against his, moaning softly while I roll my hips, taking every thrust and pump he gives me until I’m coming, my pussy flexing around the hard pound of his cock.
FIFTY-ONE
This isn’t what I came out here for.
I didn’t come out here to fight with her and I didn’t come out here to fuck her either.
I came out here to talk to her. To do what Conner is insisting I do.
I came out here to try.
Try to explain.
Try to make Millie listen to me.
I know that believing me is too much to ask. I know she’s never going to trust me—even if things hadn’t gotten so screwed up between us, I know she’ll never see me as anything more than her shitty cousin’s ex-hook-up and I know I don’t have anyone to blame for thatbut myself.
But I was going to try.
As soon as the auction started and people began moving toward their seats, Declan gave me the all clear with adon’t fuck it up, Mercer.
Peeling away from the herd, I cut across the room, aiming myself for the set of French doors I watched Millie walk through twenty minutes earlier. She’s still out there. At one point, the man she came here with went looking for her. The one who obviously has some kinda death wish because he won’t stop touching her. I expected her to come inside with him, arm in arm, while he escorted her to the auction room. Fully prepared to cause a scene and probably earn myself a felony, I was relieved and surprised when Millie’s date came back inside without her and continued into the auction room, alone.
Not willing to wait anymore, I practically shoulder checked him on my way past him, half hoping he’d say something shitty so I could justify throwing him through the fucking wall. He’s either oblivious to who I am and the fact that I’ve been thinking about murdering him all night or he doesn’t consider me a threat because Millie’s mystery date barely spares me a glance and anexcuse mewhen I barely miss clipping him on my way outside.
Standing on the empty terrace, I felt my gut drop into my shoes because she wasn’t there. Millie was gone but then I noticed the line of potted bushes lining the building’s wall. When I saw her coming out from behind them, I did that thing I do, every time I manage to get within ten feet of her.
I fucked it all up.
Suddenly, I didn’t care about making her listen to me and I didn’t want to explain shit. The only thing I wanted was her. The only thing that mattered was making sure she understood that she belongs to me. She was always going to want me. Thatshe can hate me all she fucking wants but she was never going to get rid of me.
And then she went and looked up at me with those big hazel eyes of hers and said the one thing I can’t say no to.
Yes, please.
In that moment, I would’ve jumped off the building if Millie asked me to. Fucking her was a no-brainer.
That’s my problem. None of the decisions I make concerning Millie ever seem to involve my brain. When I’m around her, I lose all sense of reason. I get lost. Forget who I am, but no matter how stupid it was, it was okay because this time, Millie and I were lost together. As long as I’m with her, I’m okay. And even though it kills me, it’s enough because being with her is all I’ve ever wanted.
When I looked up and saw flashes of Paige through the bushes I dragged Millie behind, I knew it was over. That I’d be lucky if she didn’t start screaming at me to get away from her, long enough and loud enough, for someone to come and drag me away. It’s what I expected—probably what I deserved—but instead, Millie kissed me. Kept fucking me, her hips rolling and flexing against mine until I felt the tight walls of her pussy start to grip around me, her soft moans filling my mouth and I didn’t have a choice but to follow her over the edge.
Buried deep, my cock jerking and spasming inside her while I come, my phone goes off again, the short burst buzz of it signaling a text. I know she feels it because the hands she has buried in my hair tighten and pull while she bites my tongue hard enough to hurt. Groaning deep in my chest, I take it. Ready to let her rip me apart if that’s what she needs to do, I keep fucking her until her body finally goes limp and she tears her mouth away from mine.
“Put me down.” She whispers it and it occurs to me that shedoesn’t want anyone to know what just happened. That she’s ashamed of herself. Of what we just did.
