“I’m done with you.”
With that, I’m striding out of the house and slamming the door behind me, stealing his chance to have the last word.
Thank god for Millie, who has kept me distracted with another waterfall hike, plenty of walks on the beach, and even anotherliveerotic story experience.
That last one helped the most.
Millie sighs, slumping against the arm of the couch. “I can’t believe it’s our last day on the island.”
Somehow, I’ve found myself rubbing her feet again; she’s sneaky like that. “I can’t believe I’m coming home with a kid.”
“Are you nervous?”
I pull her closer, keeping her legs draped over my lap. “A little. I’m not worried about whether I can handle it; I’m just worried about him. Life here and life in the city are night and day. I hope the transition isn’t too hard. He’s already been through so much.”
She hums. “You’ll make a great father figure. You’re already a greatDa?—”
“Don’teven say it.” I flip her onto her back and dig my fingers into her sides, eliciting the most contagious laugh.
“Safe word! Safe word!” she calls between gasps of air.
Lowering over her, I bring my lips close to hers but don’t make contact. She parts her lips for me, and I suck in the sweet citrus of her breath before finally dipping down and slipping my tongue into her mouth.
When she grinds against my growing erection, I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth, wishing I could lick between her legs right now.
“We can’t,” she sighs.
“Why not?” I move to her neck and suck on the soft flesh.
“Because…” She rocks her pelvis into mine. “Because we’re leaving in the morning… and, um… and we have to pack.”
“Leave your clothes here. I’ll buy you a new wardrobe when we land.” I run my tongue between her breasts, inhaling her floral perfume.
“Ezra.” She grasps my hair and tugs, lifting my head. “We can’t.”
“Millie,” I whine back. “Please.”
“Excuse me, sir, are you begging?” The smirk on her face would win a competition with the devil.
“I will only beg once.” I slide down her body.
“Then you better make it worth my while.”
28
Ezra
“NOW DOyou see why we need to be at the airport two hours before?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Millie waves me off, unbothered by the idea that we nearly missed our flight.
On our way, Val insisted we stop for malasadas and an authentic Hawaiian hibiscus mint ginger drink. Then Kane realized he left his phone behind, so we had to turn around. The check-in desk was understaffed, and the conveyor belt was broken, so we had to wait for maintenance. Security was a nightmare. Millie’s carry-on was flagged for her Mary Poppins bag, and I was forced to watch a geriatric pervert sift through her sex toy collection in front of half of Honolulu.
“Do you have your band?” I ask as we shuffle down the jet bridge to the plane.
“Yes.” She shoves a hand into the side pocket of her carry-on and pulls a silicone bracelet out. “Thank you for reminding me.”
“Are you going to miss Mano?” she asks Kane once we’ve taken our seats.
