Dirty Silver (The Dirty Suburbs Book 7)

by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

  She giggles. "I really didn't think this through," she admits. "It looks sexy in movies but in real life, not so much. Nobody warns you that your body heat is gonna start melting the icing or that your bones are gonna ache from lying on the table for so long."

  I chuckle as I undo my fly and step out of my pants and boxers. I draw a finger from her belly button all the way up her chest, scooping up some of the frosting. I groan when I suck it off of my finger. So good.

  Chocolate + Eva.

  "You like it?" she asks, smiling with mischief in her eyes.

  I lean over her and taste her lips before dragging my tongue down over her collarbone and stealing one of her sugary nipples into my mouth, giving it a hard suck. My fingers link with hers as I taste her body. "I love it."

  "You're not mad I made a mess?" she asks on a moan as her back arches off the table.

  I look down at her and grin wickedly. "We're not done making a mess yet."

  She yelps when I pick her up and toss her onto the middle of the lily-white bed sheets, cake decorations and all. "I think the chocolate stains!"

  My skin presses to hers and now I'm covered in frosting too. "You should have thought about that before you smeared it all over your body, dirty girl." My tongue glides across her collarbone, clearing a path through the chocolate. "Now it's my job to get you clean."

  Eva squirms and moans as I lick her chest, suck her tits, eat the chocolate off of her belly. Even though there's no icing on her pussy, I devour that too because it always tastes sweet. She comes on my tongue, her legs trembling, her fists clenching the sheets. We fuck with her sitting in my lap, pulling my hair and riding me hard. Then we're both spent. Flushed and sticky all over.

  "We can't fall asleep like this," I whisper into her hair.

  She gives me a weak nod, body so exhausted. "Need to shower."

  I climb out of bed and swoop her up into my arms with a flourish. She shrieks happily, lacing her arms around my neck as I carry her to the bathroom.

  She cups my cheek and giggles. "You've got chocolate on your chin."

  "Lick it off," I command and she obliges with a smile.

  My steps falter when her warm tongue sweeps across my jaw. And then she sucks, nipping me softly with her teeth. She looks at me with big, adoring eyes and I remember just how lucky I am.

  "I love you, Eva."

  This isn’t how I had planned on saying it, while we're both naked and covered in cocoa mass and high-fructose corn syrup. This isn't exactly romantic. But every second that passes without her knowing for sure how I feel seems like an eternity.

  Her eyes flutter shut and a smile spreads across her face before she presses another kiss to my jaw. "I love you, too."

  My steps halt and I gaze into her beautiful face. “The 30 days are up…” I whisper, “And I want you to stay. I want to be with you. I don’t care what your parents think. Fuck, I want to be with you forever.”

  The most beautiful smile spreads across her lips. “I want that, too.”

  My grin goes from ear-to-ear and my heart does a little fist pump. She’s mine. For real. She’s finally mine.

  I kiss her, kiss her, kiss her as I set her down on the counter and grab a condom from the drawer. I roll it on then lean over the tub to turn on the water. Her fingers trail across my spine as I do. When I straighten, she gives me half-hooded eyes and a smirk that speak directly to my cock.

  She can't look at me like that. Not without driving me crazy.

  I pull her into the shower and shove her against the wall. Her hand comes up behind my head, pulling me roughly to her. Those soft lips part eagerly for my tongue as my mouth sweeps over hers. My pelvis pins her to the wall, grinding into her belly, my hard cock telling her how much I want her.

  "Fuck me, Raph. Please." She's begging for me.

  Sliding my hands down her ass, I hoist her up and her legs cross behind my back. Then she’s fisting my cock, jerking it tenderly, angling it at her pussy. She positions herself and slides down my pole, filling herself up.

  All sense of decency goes swirling down the drain. Now, I'm moving inside of her, fucking her into the wall, nailing her so hard, hitting spots so deep that her internal organs will forever be molded to the shape of my cock.

  "Oh god," she cries. "Shit, baby. Don't stop. Harder."

  Her pussy slurps on my cock, pulsing erratically. The water muffles her declaration that “I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming so hard don't you dare fucking stop.”

  My own orgasm is building now, gathering in my veins. "On your knees, Eva!" I roar as I slide my cock out of her tight little pussy.

  Still drunk from her climax, she stumbles into a kneeling position in front of me as I tear off the condom. She takes my cock into her mouth and sucks me off vigorously, using all those little tricks that I like. Fingers tight around the base of my shaft. Tongue swirling at the tip. Gagging when I thrust into her throat. My hips pump fast, moving my cock against her suede tongue.

  It's not long before I come, sagging against the tiles and shooting my load into her greedy, little mouth.

  Chapter 35

  Evangeline

  Raph lies next to me, his strong chest rising and falling easily. The morning light streams in between the spaces in the curtains, casting a surreal glow on his face.

  Everything about this is surreal.

  I still can't believe that I'm in love with a man like him – strong, powerful, handsome, experienced – and I can't believe that he loves me, too. Who would have thought that selling myself at an auction would have such a happy conclusion? It's so good. Too good to be true.

  My eyes devour his sexy, naked form. His chiseled face with the dusting of silver bristle on his chin. His wide shoulders and the sprinkle of hair on his muscular chest. The sexy V that I thought was reserved for men half his age. His thick, toned legs and the stiff tree trunk hanging between them.

  I want to touch him. I want to climb on top of him and ride him. I want him to wake up with my pussy soaking his dick. Not just today. Every day.

  But he needs his rest. He works hard. He may be in Reyfield with me but he’s still involved in his business in New York. Plus, he found time to help me move.

  I love how he finds time for me in his busy life. How he takes care of me. Every girl should find a guy like that.

  Grudgingly deciding to let him rest, I climb out of bed and tiptoe across the tiny room. My bladder screaming for relief.

  I'm halfway to the bathroom when I hear a light tap at the door and voices speaking in hushed tones in the hallway.

  I glance at the clock. It's just before 9 a.m. on a Sunday morning. Who the hell could be at the door? The answer nearly knocks me flat on my ass when I look through the peephole and see my parents standing there.

  My mother holds a small birthday cake while my father fiddles with a lighter, trying to light the candle.

  Holy fucking goddamn motherfucking shit!

  My heart kicks into high gear as I leap onto the bed and give Raph a rough shake. "Mmm?" He looks at me with groggy eyes and a tired smile spreads across his face. "Hey babe." The morning rasp in his voice sends sensations that are currently entirely inappropriate down my spine.

  I shake them off. There's an emergency on the other side of the door. "My parents are here."

  At that, he bolts upright in bed. "What? Here?"

  I nod vigorously. "In the hallway. With cake."

  That knock at the door again. "Fucking Christ!" he mutters, pushing his fingers through his hair.

  My mother's voice calls out. "Raph! We know you're in there. We're not letting you ignore the fact that it's your birthday. Not this year. Open up."

  We share a look. Raph's face is irritated to the point of violence. Meanwhile, I'm sure that my expression is painted with fear.

  "Should we just ignore them? Pretend that no one's here?"

  He shakes his head. "You know how persistent your mother is. She won't go away until she sees my face and force-feeds
me a slice of cake."

  God – he's right.

  Shit. We had planned on telling them about us next week. We were going to take them to a nice restaurant, sit them down and explain what happened, sparing the details that would send my father into a rage. I just hope that we can keep our secret safe for a little while longer.

  "Here." Raph climbs out of bed and grabs my leggings, my shoes and some other random scrap of fabric (a pillow case, I think) from off the floor as my mother knocks again. "You stay in the bathroom. I'll get rid of them." He shoves them into my hands then steps into his boxers.

  I'm not so sure about this. "Raph, don't open the door," I beg as I follow after him.

  He braces me by the shoulders. Places a kiss on my forehead. "It'll be okay," he promises in a hushed tone. “Now, get into the bathroom.”

  Famous last words...

  Chapter 36

  Raphael

  The bathroom door closes and Eva is safe inside. I throw on a T-shirt then comb my hair with my fingers. Sucking in a steeling breath, I pull the door open a crack, planting myself firmly in the doorframe.

  “Laurie! Bob!” My mouth twists into a strained smile.

  Laurie grins brightly. “Hey Birthday Boy! I was just starting to think that you were hiding from us!” She laughs as she takes a step forward, attempting to push her way into the room.

  I swerve to the left, smoothly blocking her path. “What are you guys doing here?” I fake a yawn and rub the corner of my eye. “It’s early.”

  “We couldn’t let you sit around here all by yourself and bemoan the fact that you’re inching toward the senior citizen’s club,” Bob jokes. He shoves a hand into his pocket and rocks forward causing his belly to strain against the buttons of his argyle-knit sweater vest.

  Laurie glares across at him. “That’s your friend’s way of saying ‘happy birthday’,” she tells me.

  “Happy birthday, chump!” Bob pulls me in for a manly hug. “On the bright side, you’re one year closer to that golden age discount they give at the movie theater. Not that you need it, rich bastard.”

  Laughing tightly, I step back quickly. The idea of him smelling his daughter on me is all I can think of. I just want to get them out of here.

  “Well, thanks for stopping by,” I say reaching a hand out for the cake. “How about I give you guys a call later and you can take me out for lunch?” I toss Bob a light-hearted wink. But Laurie’s onto me.

  She peers around me, trying to get a glimpse into the room. “Why are you being so flighty?” she asks, refusing to let go of her grip on the cake. She spots something and her eyes light up. I glance back and – shit! – Eva’s pink blouse is hanging off of the bedhead. “You have a woman in here, don’t you?”

  “Laurie –” I protest, holding out a hand to keep her back.

  She hands off the cake to Bob and ducks under my arm, stepping right inside.

  Unbelievable!

  Laurie grins as if she’s in on a big secret. “I want to meet her,” she announces, going over to inspect the blouse on the bedframe. Her gaze flits over to the half bottle of champagne on top of the mini bar, the cluster of candles burnt out on the counter.

  Her eyes go wide with shock when she sees the brown-stained sheets balled up on the floor. Oh boy! “It’s not what it looks like!” I say defensively and I can practically see the thoughts running her head.

  She forces a rigid smile. “I want to meet the lovely lady that…” I glance at the filthy sheets…that Raph butt-fucked all night long? “…that has our Raph going all soft and romantic on us,” she says instead.

  I peer nervously at the bathroom door, praying that Eva doesn’t get the bright idea of coming out here. We agreed that we were going to tell her parents but this isn’t the way.

  Not with me in my boxers and the room smelling of sex. Not with the soiled sheets and condom wrappers on the floor. Not like this.

  “She’s taking a shower,” I say, and almost immediately the sound of water hitting tiles erupts behind the bathroom door.

  Laurie plops down on the bed and crosses her legs at the knees. “We’ll wait.” She gives me a tight smile that tells me she has no intention of budging. Bob sets down the cake and sits next to her.

  Great!

  I make up a quick excuse. “She tends to take long showers…”

  “It’s Sunday. We have nothing else planned,” Laurie informs me.

  “She’s shy.”

  Laurie just waves me off. “We’re nice people. And we’re you’re best friends. She has nothing to be shy about.”

  Okay now, I’m at the point where I don’t give a fuck about my friendship with these people. I just want them gone. My only priority is protecting Eva from this mess.

  “Enough!” My roar fills the room, shaking the walls. “Get out! Right this minute!” I stab a finger in the direction of the motherfucking door.

  Bob and his wife exchange a look.

  He feels the need to defend her. “Hey, you don’t talk to my wife in that tone!” He jumps to his feet.

  I steal in a deep breath and speak in a level voice. “Look, you weren’t invited here. I have company. I need you to leave.”

  Laurie puts a hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Honey, it’s okay.” She swallows and licks her lips. She speaks in a low, embarrassed tone. “We’ll leave. We’re sorry.” She stands and reaches for the cake on the table.

  I straighten my spine, ignoring the guilt singeing my chest. The Brooks’ were completely out of line showing up here unannounced and barging their way in. But they’re my friends. And the parents of the woman I love. I guess I could have probably handled the situation more delicately.

  But then, Laurie’s movements suddenly halt. Her eyes zero in on something laying on the table.

  Eva’s jewelry. Her earrings. Her wristwatch. That leather bracelet with E-V-A carved into the red, yellow and green wooden beads.

  Fuck!

  Her mouth falls open and Bob’s eyes follow her line of vision. When he sees the jewelry, his heated glare immediately bounds to my face. He reaches over and picks it up, inspecting it closely. A force field of restrained anger vibrates around him, pulsing hotly.

  He speaks in a tight voice deep in his throat as his eyes move to mine. "I'm going to ask you something, and if I'm wrong, I'm going to feel like the biggest asshole in the world for accusing you of doing something so vile. But if I'm right...I swear to god, Raphael, if I'm right...” He sucks in a deep breath. “Is Eva in this hotel room right now? Are you fucking my daughter?"

  Everything in the room goes still as Bob and Laurie wait for my answer.

  I don’t want to lie. Because I’m not fucking scared of Bob Brooks. I won’t cower. But I’ve got to think of Eva. I don’t want her in the middle of this mess. If this is going to turn ugly, I don’t need her in the thick of it.

  I curse myself silently. I should have dealt with this a long time ago. But how does a man tell his best friend that he’s falling in love with his daughter?

  “Look –" I hold out a hand defensively. “Let’s just talk about this like rational adul–"

  Brooks explodes. Suddenly, he’s no longer an out-of-shape math professor who bumbles around with his head in the clouds. He’s a hot-tempered marine with his mind set on combat. “It’s true? It’s true? You’re fucking my little girl? Answer me, you piece of shit!”

  And now, Laurie is crying, trembling violently. “You would do that, Raph? To our Eva?” she points to the pile of brown-streaked sheets on the floor and I know that she’s thinking about her daughter’s presumably-defiled butthole. Oh Jeez. “You would betray us like that?”

  I puff out my chest and stand my ground. “You two are gonna need to calm down!”

  Now, Laurie is shouting incomprehensible insults and Bob is puffing red, threatening to end my life. And I’m not going to stand here and take this abuse, so I’m all up in his face, too, defending myself and my girl.

  “Stop it! All of you!�
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  Eva’s voice pierces through the air. I turn around to find her stepping out of the bathroom wearing her leggings and one of my dress shirts from the laundry hamper.

  My guard slips when I see her looking so hurt and vulnerable. I was trying to protect her from this. My Kitten…

  “Eva – this is between me and your parents,” I tell her. “Stay out of it. Please.”

  That’s just the opportunity her father was waiting for because as I turn my attention back to him, a solid right hook lands against my temple. I stumble backward and the women’s screams fill the air. Brooks charges at me like a raging bull. ‘Raging’ being the keyword.