Until Lilly(40)

“Took you long enough,” Trevor complains, shoving his way inside.

“What the hell are y’all doing here?” I watch as every person in my family files into my house.

“Put a damn shirt on.” Asher shoves past me, covering November’s eyes, making her and I laugh.

“You know this is my house, right? And it’s a Saturday,” I tell him, locking the door behind Nico after he comes inside.

“Yeah, but we thought that we could all plan something to do for the day,” Trevor explains, going into the kitchen. I see Lilly’s eyes get big; she’s standing behind the counter, pulling at the hem of my shirt.

“I’m sorry, you guys. I’ll be right back,” she says, running off. I groan; I don’t want this. I want to have a relaxing day with my woman and kids.

“Can ya’ll watch the little ones while I go get dressed?” I don’t even look at my brothers; I look at Liz and November when I ask my question.

“Sure,” November says, and Liz nods. I make my way into my bedroom just in time to see Lilly taking my shirt off and a bra in her hand. She jumps when she hears the door close behind me.

“Do you think you may have gone a wee bit overboard?” she asks, holding her arms out to the side but gesturing with her hands to all the marks I left on her.

“Nope.” I bite my lip, looking her over. Yeah, okay, it may have been overkill, but fuck if I care. If anyone were to get her clothes off, they would know that she is taken.

“It’s a good thing it’s cold and I can wear sweaters and jeans,” she mumbles under her breath, putting on her bra. When she pulls down her shorts, her eyes meet mine. “It looks like I got attacked even between—” she starts to say between her legs, but points instead.

“I would say I'm sorry, but I would be lying.” I walk over to the dresser, grabbing a shirt and a pair of jeans. I toss the shirt on the bed, kick off my sweats, and step into my jeans, making sure to tuck myself in so I don’t zip my dick—that shit is never fun. When my head comes up, Lilly is watching me closely. “Are you okay?”

“You’re not going to wear underwear?”

“No, for what?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs, looking at the piece of satin in her hand.#p#分页标题#e#

“Don’t even think about it,” I groan, seeing her intentions.

“What?”

“Put them on.”

“Why? If you can—” I cut her off, pulling her close and putting my mouth on hers.

“As it stands right now, I'm going to have a hard enough time being around you today. If I know you’re not wearing underwear, that is going to do me in. And you’re likely to end up bent over in every small room with a little bit of privacy that we come across,” I tell her, biting down on her bottom lip before licking it. Her mouth forms an O before she gets a small devious smile on her face. “Shit.” I press my now-hard cock into her belly. “Don’t fuck with me, baby.” I wrap my arms around her, hugging her before kissing the top of her head. “Let’s go see what everyone is up to, then figure out a way to ditch them,” I say, kissing her once more on the mouth before stepping away and putting on my shirt.

I make my way out of the bedroom after feeling Lilly up and helping her put on her panties. I smile thinking about the way I got her to put them on. I fix my face into a firm mask before walking into the kitchen. Asher is now standing in the kitchen in front of the griddle, flipping pancakes.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“We wanted to come and see what you guys were doing today,” Trevor says, and I almost laugh. “Well, we’re not going to be here; we’re going to get Lilly a car,” I tell them all before picking up my plate off the counter and finish eating.

“So we can all go,” Nico says, and everyone else agrees. I look around, seeing that there is no real way to get out of this, so I may as well just have them tag along. Who knows, maybe if they are there with me, Lilly will be more agreeable. I know she won’t argue in front of everyone. I rub my hands together thinking I couldn’t have planned this better if I tried.

“All right, we’ll leave after Lilly finishes eating breakfast,” I tell everyone.



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“You’re not buying me a brand new car that costs more than I make in a year,” Lilly yells, walking back and forth in front of all of us. We’re all standing outside the dealership. Phil is looking around nervously; I don’t blame the poor guy. When we first got here, I told him what I wanted for her, and he of course, being a salesman, took us to the top-of-the-line model with all the bells and whistles. The newest model GMC Acadia was nice; actually, it was perfect, and she was getting it whether she wanted it or not.