Until Lilly (Until, #3)(36)

“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.

“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 f*ck 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.

“Baby, I am. It’s safe and good on gas,” I tell her.

“I will have to sit on a phone book just to see over the damn steering wheel. How the hell is that safe?”

“Actually, the seats are completely adjustable,” Phil says, earning a glare from Lilly. And laugher from our group.

“This is not okay.” She stomps her foot.

“Look, maybe we can compromise?”

“Compromise?” she yells, throwing her hands up in the air. “Like what? I say you’re not going to buy me a car, and you force it on me? That kind of compromise? Yeah, no thanks.”

“Calm down, okay? I want you to be safe, and this is one of the safest cars available.”

“Actually, we have a Mercedes Benz tha—” I look up and narrow my eyes on Phil. “Never mind,” he mumbles before walking off.

“Take a deep breath.”

“I don’t like this,” she whispers, and I see tears in her eyes. “I didn’t want a car to begin with, and I don’t want that thing.” She point at the Acadia.

“Why don’t you want it?”

“I just don’t. And I don’t want you to spend that kind of money on me.”

“You know, if you were to sue me for back child support, you would be rolling in the dough.”

“I would never do that,” she gasps.

“Lil,” I laugh, running my fingers along her jaw, “I know that you wouldn’t, but the point is that you could. I haven’t been around since Ashlyn was born. I wasn’t there to help you with bills or expenses. I want you to have nice things. There is no reason for you to struggle anymore. So please, let me do this for you,” I beg. It’s not lost on me how different this situation is compared to the one I was in with Jules. Jules wanted everything; she was never satisfied, and if I took her to a car dealership and told her to pick out a new car, she would have left me filling out the paperwork while she took off in her new ride.

“I don’t like it.”

“I know, but can you just do this one thing for me? I want to know that you’re safe, and that when you have my kids in the car with you, they’re safe too.”

“You say ‘this one thing’, but I know that you’re going to have a million other things.” She pouts.

“You know you’re really f*cking cute when you’re upset?”

“You’re so...” she stops, like she’s trying to think of a word to use to describe me.

“Annoying,” Liz supplies, laughing.

“Yes,” Lilly says, looking at Liz. “Thank you.”