Page 66 of Silver Tears

She scowls, wanting to continue to fight me on the matter, but I think her tiredness defeats her. Sighing, she gives me a curt nod. “Go get Chops. Let’s get out of here.”

When she leaves the room, I pull out my phone and call the cleaning agency we use for all Aces business.

“Heather, hi, it’s Seb Collings. I need to arrange a clean-up, for as soon as possible. I need it billed directly to me, not to the company.”

SEB

“You like it?” I ask Charlie, grinning as we enter the superhero themed suite of a luxury hotel overlooking the sea.

“I love it! Look Milly, it’s Iron Man!” he shouts excitedly, pointing at the life-size cardboard cut-out of the legendary Marvel superhero.

I’m shocked and pleasantly surprised when Mills presses up on her tiptoes and drops a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, precious,” I reply, squeezing her waist and smiling down at her. I enjoy putting a smile on her face. It makes me feel good.

Her dad thinks she’s staying at Ruby’s tonight. I’ve told the boys I’m with Mills but asked them not to breathe a word to Damon. Last thing I need is her brother after me because he thinks I’m corrupting his little sister.

We explore the suite and the expression on Chop’s face when he sees his bedroom for the night is priceless. He’s like a child in Santa’s grotto. It takes a while for him to settle down, but eventually he falls asleep nestled between us on the sofa. His little head resting on his sister’s lap. I watch her stroking his hair and staring at him with a mix of love and fear on her face.

“We’ll keep him safe, precious. I promise you that.” And I mean every word. I’ll do whatever it takes.

I stand up and carefully pick him up, carrying him into his bedroom. Mills follows behind me and I stand back while she tucks him in and kisses his forehead.

“You ready for bed?” I ask her, gesturing to the only other bedroom in the suite. I gesture with my head to the large sofa before the television. “I can take the couch tonight.”

She looks from me to the sofa and shakes her head, chewing on her lip. “No, it’s okay. We can share.”

I nod my head, trying not to grin in enthusiasm. Sharing a bed with precious is a mix of pure heaven and pure torture. Having her amazing body against mine makes it hard to control my desires. I want Milly Silver. I want to sink my cock deep inside her and fuck her hard and long.

We silently enter the bedroom and head to either side of the bed. I strip off down to my boxers. I still when I turn around and she’s standing there in her pink lacy bra and knickers. Please tell me that’s not a thong because I will fucking die.

Clearing my throat, I pull back the covers, and she follows suit. We get in and both lie on our backs staring up at the ceiling.

“Night then,” she whispers to me.

“Night. Sweet dreams.” Sweet dreams, what the fuck! Who am I?

I close my eyes and will sleep to come, but all I can think about is that she’s beside me in nothing but that lacy bra and panties. My dick tents in my boxers, begging me to reach out and touch her. I want to be inside her pussy so badly.

I freeze when she moves, rolling on her side. She moves closer, so I lift my arm up and pat my chest. She moves into my space and rests her head on my shoulder. Did I mention she smells fucking delicious? I don’t know what scent she wears, but it sends me crazy. Our faces turn at the same time and even though it’s dark, I can feel her lips a breath away from mine.

Fuck it!

I close the distance and softly press my lips to hers. She responds instantly. The soft kiss quickly turns heated. I roll us so that I’m leaning over her, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. Mill’s wraps those perfect legs of hers around my waist. I grind my hips into hers and she gasps when she feels how hard I am for her. This girl drives me insane. My hands explore her body, stroking across her stomach and then up under the cup of her bra. Her tits are fucking delicious, just like the rest of her. I roll her nipple between my fingers, and she moans into my mouth.

Addictive

Delicious.

Mine.

I trail my fingers down her stomach and dip them into her panties, brushing my fingers along her core. Fuck! She’s soaked.

“That for me, precious?” I whisper, my voice coming out gruff with need.

She nods her head as she continues kissing me, and she grinds her pussy against my hand.

“You need me to get you off, precious?”

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