“You can do it, mama. You’re so strong.”
“Ohhh, tell me more, baby!”
“Yeeah, that’s it, mama. Ya sexy ass know what you were doing, coming in here looking like this. You was coming for this dick, wasn’t you?”
She nodded fast. “I waasss!”
I chuckled and slowed my strokes, hitting every corner of her insides. We fucked all over the loft until we ended our session upstairs in the bed. While she slept, I watched her, feeling like life was finally doing me right. I knew I couldn’t allow anything to mess this up, because I needed her in more ways than one.
She was my hope for a better future and the key to calming my storm. No matter what I had to do, I was going to be sure I did everything right to make her remain in my world.
I kissed her forehead and slipped out of the bed to go turn off the lights and music. I’d clean up in the morning when I cooked breakfast. After turning off the music and hitting the lights, my phone buzzed on the table.
I frowned, picking it up and seeing Nich’s name on my screen. I had forgotten to block her ass after everything that went down. Why she was calling me was beyond me. I felt like it wasn’t shit but the devil trying to fuck up this good feeling I felt. This ho had to be sent by the devil to call my phone after doing that fuck shit to me.
Don’t answer it, G. Don’t fucking, answer. Block her ass.
I shook my head and silenced the call, putting my phone on do-not-disturb. I’d deal with that shit in the morning. For now, I was about to crawl back between Ros's legs to put my ass to sleep.
The sun’s rays cast a glow through the blinds as I stared at the beautiful man lying next to me. His pecan skin, full lips, bushy eyebrows, and chiseled face had me infatuated with watching him.
Those three moles along his jawline and the one under his eye were beautiful and unique.
Everything about him was beautiful to me, which kind of scared me to feel this way about someone I barely knew. But the thing about this crazy dynamic between us was that I felt like I’d known him for a while.
It could be because his and Kenzi’s caring spirits drew people in without them even trying. Of course, Ghana was a bit differentbecause of his struggles, but I felt his genuine energy and the love he showed when he was calm.
Last night was the best sex I’d ever had. I wasn’t shy about my sexuality. I didn’t mind initiating sex or talking dirty along with my partner. There was something about talking back that excited me.
It was one of the reasons Chris and I divorced. He thought I was trying to be the man in the bedroom, and that was nowhere near the case. I allowed him to take the lead, but when it was my turn, I liked to have control.
I held back a little with Ghana last night because I didn’t want him to think I was trying to dominate him. Honestly, I think he liked it, though.
I slid out of the bed, grabbed my phone from the nightstand, then crept downstairs to brew some coffee. It was a little after five, so I knew my mom was up at this hour. I wanted to call her before she went into prayer mode at six.
The phone rang twice before she picked up.
“Good morning. Blake residence.”
“Good morning, Mommy. It’s me.”
“Oh, hey, sweetie. I didn’t expect a call this early from you on a Saturday.”
“Yeah, I kind of woke up early . . . You got a minute to talk?”
“Of course. What’s on your mind?”
“Uhm, I, shoot, I don’t even know where to start.” I chuckled lightly.
“Just start from the beginning, baby.”
“Okay. So, Kenzi has a brother who suffers from impulsive bipolar disorder. She asked me to treat him, and well, I did, but things have progressed beyond him just receiving treatment from me.” I bit my thumbnail nervously as I leaned on the counter.
“You have a degree, sweetheart. Explain this better for me.”
“I-I like him. A lot, and it’s only been a week. I know I shouldn’t, and it goes against the rules, but I can’t help it. He’s really sweet when things are . . . clear for him.”
“Ah, I see.”