Her heels dig into my back as she holds me against her desperately. I look up to her face and take in the devastating view of her while I’m pleasuring her like this. Her tits bouncing as her breaths heave in and out, green eyes locked on me.
She lets go of my hair and snaps her hands over her mouth to muffle her scream as she detonates. The muscles around my fingers clench and throb, and she shakes beneath me as her orgasm takes over, my focus glued to every detail of it.
She’s so goddamn perfect that it hurts.
As she calms, I slow my movements and pull my hand away. Her eyes are shut tight, breasts heaving, with a content smile on her face.
“I won that challenge,” I tease. “You were nowhere near quiet.”
She lifts her head and glares at me before letting it fall back again.
I huff a laugh and kneel between her thighs. She rises onto her elbows and looks to where the outline of my dick is pressing veryobviously against the front of my jeans. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and the pressure gets worse just watching her.
When she reaches for me, I almost stumble to bring myself closer to her, picturing her full lips wrapped around me like I’ve been fantasizing about for so long.
But we both pause at the distant sound of her phone ringing. She freezes, hands poised over my jeans, and meets my eyes.
Fuck.That could be Millie’s mom calling about the girls.
She must see where my mind goes, because she lets her hands drop and starts gathering her clothes. I throw my shirt on as she runs toward the truck, still pulling her shorts up her thighs.
“Hey, Mama,” she answers, trying not to sound out of breath but failing miserably. “Yeah, we’ll be right there.” Holding the phone in the crook of her shoulder, she slips her sandals on. “Sounds good.” She hangs up as I set the folded blanket in the truck. “Avery woke up and asked for you. My mom is sitting on the couch with her.”
Guilt slices through me like a hot knife to the stomach.
***
I’ve been a sullen grump this morning on the drive home to Wilhelmina. Millie and the girls are giggling and talking like nothing’s wrong, but I can’t get last night out of my head. I want to laugh with them and join their conversations, but my mind is spinning on a loop of shame after leaving the girls last night.
Avery was snoring in Mary’s lap when we got back to the house, completely content. When I picked her up to carry her to bed, she opened her eyes and groggily asked me where I had gone.
They were okay, but I should’ve thought about the fact that I was leaving them in a new place. Of course they wouldn’t sleep well in a foreign house. It may have been only a restless night this time, but what could it be next time?
I was on that overlook, enjoying Millie’s company and body when I should’ve been with them. They are my primary responsibility, and this isn’t what Clara wanted when she left me the most important people in her life.
Somewhere in the last few weeks, my priorities got skewed. I’m lost, not knowing how to balance everything the right way. The way Clara would want me to.
We pull up to the stone pathway in front of Millie’s small, cottage-style home. She gives me a wary look, like she knows something’s on my mind but doesn’t want to push me about it.
She opens the back door to tell the girls goodbye, and Pepper bolts toward the house. We silently unload her things, and when I shut the rear hatch, her hands twist anxiously in front of her jean shorts.
I know I’m the reason she’s feeling unsettled, but I don’t know how to fix it.
Or if fixing it is even the right thing to do.
“Millie, I... I need a few days to think.” I can’t touch her, or I might kiss her, so I shove my hands into my pockets.
“Because of last night?” She tilts her head.
“Yes.” I run a hand through my hair, hating how I sound.
Her shoulders hitch as she takes a deep breath. “Okay. I have a busy week ahead of me anyway.”
I feel like a piece of shit right now, leaving her on the curb with no information. But I have no idea what to say or how to handle everything on my mind.
A strand of hair blows across her lips, and I force myself not to tuck it behind her ear.
“I understand.” She picks up her bag and flashes me a falsely bright smile that guts me.
