“Yes.” Kissing him, I roll him over on his back and straddle him. I lean over him and grab a condom from the side table. “Now can you do me a favor?” I say, rolling the condom over his cock.
As I slide onto him, his hands come up and roll my nipples. “What is it?”
“Do you think you can fuck me hard enough that I’m going to feel you in me tomorrow night?” I ask as I rise and fall.
“Only one way to find out.” He flips me onto my back and fucks me with everything he has, and it’s wonderful.* * *“I need to soak in the tub when you leave,” I say when we have coffee the next morning, sitting down and wincing.
“Still have another round to go when she takes her nap,” he says and winks at me. I think he’s joking, but when he bends me over, grabs the hair from my neck, and pulls me back while he slams into me over and over, I know he came to play. “That should keep you until later,” he says when he pulls out of me. I want to say that it will, but ten minutes before Ari wakes up, I straddle him one last time. I kiss them goodbye, and when they leave, it hurts my heart to be away from them. I swallow it down, though, because it’s silly.
When Layla gets here, she brings a bottle of champagne, and I literally wince when I sit down. “Looks like someone finally got it in.”
“Oh, I got it in alright,” I say. “The man is a beast.”
She sits on the stool and then looks at me. “Did you fuck on this stool?” I nod as I take a sip of champagne, and she gets up and walks to the one next to me.
“That one, too,” I say, and her eyes travel to the other one with a question. “Yup.”
“Jesus Christ,” she says, taking a sip of her champagne.
“I wouldn’t sit on the couch either or the counter.” I point at the counter. “That wall.” I point at the one he picked me up and had his way with me. “He didn’t even take my clothes off.” I smile. “The table also.”
“Okay, how about this.” She goes to the kitchen and grabs some Lysol wipes. “Where haven’t you had sex?”
“The crib,” I say, and we both laugh.Chapter 30Ralph“I shouldn’t be home that late,” I say to Bernadette when I hand over Ari. Ari smiles at her and then looks at me. “She had a bottle at three,” I say, and she smiles at me.
“We are going to be fine,” Bernadette says. “Why don’t you go out and have some fun? Enjoy your night.” I lean forward and kiss Ari on the cheek, telling her to be good before walking outside to the waiting car. The driver opens the door for me, and I get in, the tie tight around my neck. I haven’t worn a suit in forever, and even when I tried it on last week, I knew it was going to be tighter than before. I’ve gotten a touch bigger with all the training I’m doing. We make our way over to Candace’s house, and I can’t wait to see her. I hated saying goodbye to her when I left. It just felt wrong. I wanted to get ready with her. I wanted to sit with Ari on the bed while she got her shit done, and then I wanted to mess her hair up.
When we pull up to the house, I get out of the car, and I’m almost running. Should I ring, should I knock? I don’t even know what to do. Fuck, should I have gotten her flowers? Before I can answer myself, the front door opens, and I stop in my tracks. She looks . . . I can’t even explain how she looks because there are no words that would do it justice.
“Well, hello there, handsome.” She smiles, and her eyes light up as she walks toward me, her long leg peeking out from a slit in the front. I put my hands on her arms, and I look down at her. She is wearing a one-shoulder light blue dress that makes her eyes pop. Her one sleeve is cut open so you can see her arm, and it’s cuffed at her wrist.
“You look . . .” I start to say, rubbing my thumbs up and down her arms. “You look.”
“Yeah, we get it, Romeo.” I hear a female voice say from behind her. “She looks good.”
Candace puts her head on my chest and laughs. “Layla’s cranky.” She leans back, and I kiss her lips and feel gloss on my lips.
Layla walks past us and looks over her shoulder as she says, “You would be cranky, too, if you were standing all day.”