Chapter 28
28
Ezra
“Now do you 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 .
We’re in the center aisle, with Kane to my left and Millie to my right. No first class for us this time.
My heart aches for the kid. They ended things amicably. It was the best choice, in my opinion. They’re too young to do long-distance, but I hope they remain friends.
“Yeah. He was my first sorta-boyfriend, you know? But moving is the best option for me, and I’m kind of ready for a change. Hawaii reminds me too much of my mom. Not that I wanna forget…”
“I know what you mean, buddy.” She reaches across me to squeeze his forearm. “Plus, your brother said he’d bring you back to visit, if that’s what you want.”
He lifts a shoulder and lets it fall. “Maybe. Would you come too?”
Lips pressed together, she surveys me, then focuses on him again. “If you want me to.”
As we take off, I close my eyes and give in to the fantasy that a world exists in which the three of us return to Hawaii as a family.
Once we’re in the city, things turn awkward. It feels wrong leaving Millie behind in the Uber; she only lives a few blocks from me. But she insists I get Kane settled and that we’ll talk in a couple of days.
“Text me as soon as you get home,” I say as I bend to kiss her on the lips.
She bats her lashes. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Gross, I heard that,” Kane calls from behind me.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” She twists the rings off her finger and passes them through the window .
I’m frozen in place, my hand out, the two white-gold circles resting in my palm. This feels wrong too. But I garner my strength, force a tight smile, and tuck them into my pocket. Then I step back and watch as the car pulls back into traffic.
I introduce Kane to our doorman and request an additional key so he has access to my apartment, then we head upstairs. The flight was long, and we’re both exhausted, but I want to help him unpack the things he brought with him. Though it cost a fortune, I arranged to have his and his mom’s belongings shipped over. It’s important to me that he makes this his home too.
Halfway through unpacking, my phone dings.
Millie
I’m home. Thank you for a wonderful trip
I type out Thank you for , but pause, because what am I thanking her for? Coming to Hawaii in the first place? Pretending to be my wife? Sticking up for Kane? Celebrating my birthday? All the amazing sex?
Me
Thank you for everything
I delete I miss you already . I don’t want to come on too strong.
After Kane’s first slice (or four) of NYC’s infamous pizza and half a dozen cookies from Levain’s, I consider taking out a loan for his teenage appetite. He can barely keep his eyes open on the sofa while we watch The Office , so as my first fatherly duty, I send him to bed. Luckily, Cam left behind all his furniture when he moved out, so a fresh set of sheets was all I needed to prep the second bedroom for him.
A long, hot shower feels good, but sliding into cool sheets naked is even better. Or it would be if there was a curvy blonde in my bed. I figured I’d pass out quickly after a full day of travel. Instead, I’m wide awake .
I text my mom to let her know we’re home and that we’ll see her tomorrow. She’s itching to meet Kane. I’m eager to introduce them too. His mom is gone, but I’ll happily share mine.
I haven’t checked my social media since Kane found me, so in hopes that some scrolling will help my mind settle, I open Instagram. Several notifications pop up, including one from Millie.
@amelia.r.greer tagged you in a post
It’s the picture my brother snapped of Millie and me before we left the island. We’re on the beach with our backs to the camera. I’d just smacked her ass, but the photo captured my arm outstretched behind her. The caption reads Paradise 3
I scroll her feed, but the following pictures in her grid are from months ago, when she was touring with Mamma Mia .
My fingers find their way to our text convo.
Me
Are you awake?
Millie
Yes. Can’t sleep
Me
Why can’t you sleep?
Three little dots dance on the screen, then disappear. Then reappear, then disappear. Finally, a new message appears.
Millie
There’s not a giant naked man in my bed
Me
I’d sure hope not…
Millie
How’s Kane?
Oh, so we’re changing subjects. Got it.
Me
Asleep
Wish you were here
So much for trying not to come on too strong.
Millie
Me too
What would you do if I were in your bed right now?
Heart beating faster, I prop myself up against my pillow. Is she doing what I think she’s doing?
Me
I would strip you down
Millie
You know I’d already be naked. Try again
A heavy ache forms in my lower stomach as I consider my options.
Me
You’re on top of me. Your pussy is soaking my cock
Millie
Oh, Daddy came to play. Go on…
Me
I’m slipping my fingers inside you now. Do you wish it were my dick?
Millie
Yes
Me
Are you touching yourself?
Millie
Yes
Me
Where?
Millie
My pussy
Me
Are you wet for me?
Millie
Always
Me
You’re so wet my cock slides in easily, filling you up
You fucking love my cock, don’t you, little slut?
Millie
Yes
Me
Yes, what?
Millie
Yes, Daddy
Me
That’s my girl
Millie
Are you touching yourself?
With my free hand, I reach into my nightstand and squirt a dollop of lube directly onto my shaft.
Me
Yes. I’m so fucking hard for you
Millie
Stroke that cock. Imagine it’s me riding you
Me
Get that disco ball toy. Turn it to the last setting. Pretend it’s me fucking you
We ran through her entire bag of toys in Hawaii, though she said it was only her travel stash.
Millie
Got it. Fuck, you feel so good
Are you moaning for me?
Me
Yes, baby. I’m so close. Can I come inside your pussy?
We haven’t done that yet, but it’s at the top of my list of fantasies. Is it for her too?
Millie
Yes, fill me up. I want it all
My balls retract, and my phone falls to the side. Pumping my cock, envisioning the way her tits would bounce in my face if she were riding me, I let go. My stomach contracts and long, narrow streaks of cum shoot onto my abs.
The second my brain comes back online, I call her.
She answers on the first ring, but rather than greeting me, she breathes heavily. Between groans, I can hear the faint whirring of her toy.
“That’s it, baby.” I talk her through it. “Play with that clit. Take what you need from my cock. You ready?”
“Mm-hmm. M’coming.” Her euphoric cries send shivers up my spine.
As I wait patiently for her breathing to even out, my cum dries on my abdomen.
“Hey,” she whispers.
My chest pinches with affection. “Hey, honey. You good?”
“I’d be better if you were here, but yes. Thank you.”
I want to say “Fuck it, move in with me,” but resist. For now.
“You’re welcome. Sleep well.”
“You too,” she sighs, the sound pure bliss. “Good night, Ezra.”
“Night, Mills.”