She jerks her head away from me and stumbles back a couple of steps. But not before I catch the flash of anger and hurt in her eyes. I can’t help that shit. She pissed me off, and we been dealing with each other for over a year. She know my mouth by now. Ain’t nothing nice about it.
“I don’t care what you say, Prince. If you didn’t want me, didn’t want this”—she cups her breast with one hand and slides the other under the short hem of her dress and palms her pussy—“you wouldn’t have kept coming back all this time.”
Before I can stop her, she drops to her knees and fists me through my pants. Pressing her lips to my dick, she mouths it, letting me feel that overly talented tongue and graze of her teeth. For a moment, I let her do her thing because,fuck, it feels good as hell, and Aryn has always been a throat goat.
I palm her head, pressing her hard against my shit, and she releases a throaty moan. But that sound turns into a yelp when I fist her hair and yank her to her feet. Aryn scowls at me, her fingers circling my wrist, attempting to tug my hand away from her.
“Listen to me, Aryn. Are you listening?” I give her a little shake until she nods. “Treat this dick like last season’s whatever the fuck. You don’t want to look at it, have nothing to do with it. If you ever see my dick on the street, cross it. If you and my dick are ever in the same room, exit that muthafucka. You get where I’m coming from? Nod if you get where I’m coming from, Aryn.”
She frantically nods. “Yes, Prince, damn. Let me go.”
I abruptly release her, and she stumbles again, but this time, she maintains her distance.
“Aryn?”
“Yes?” She sniffs, smoothing down her hair, her full mouth pursed in a pout.
I tilt my head. “You and my dick are in the same room.”
Sucking her teeth, she spins on her heel and stomps to the door. She wrenches it open and walks out with me right behind her. I’ve wasted enough time with this bullshit…
The fuck?
The rage that had been absent while dealing with Aryn’s annoying ass rushes back like a tidal wave, breaking against me and splintering into my skin.
Kareem hovers over Ember, standing so close he’s damn near sharing her gotdamn breath. Her gaze shifts over his shoulder and my brother turns around, moving next to her, as if guarding her. From me?
Smart.
Because what I’m about to do to them is going to make what I did to Carter look like a fucking Care Bear Stare. Kareem leans down and whispers something in Ember’s ear, and a growl rolls up from deep inside me. I stalk closer, and Aryn keeps pace with me with her messy ass.
An emotion spasms across Ember’s face, and it jolts me to halt. I can’t decipher it at first, but then her gaze sweeps over Aryn, then moves to me, dragging down my body, lingering on my dick. Specifically on the spot Aryn had her mouth.
Fuck. Gotdammit.
Suddenly, that emotion I couldn’t make out becomes crystal clear. Disappointment. Hurt. Betrayal.
Hate.
“Fuck. You,” she enunciates, sending fury surging hotter and brighter through me.
“Oop,” Aryn instigates with a petty laugh from next to me. “You think she guessed what went on in that room, baby?”
“Bitch, I will kill you,” I say to her, and that grin slowly falls away as her slim fingers lift for the base of her throat. “Get the fuck on.”
“Sure.” She gives me a tight smile. “I’ll just follow your fiancée out.”
I glance from her to see that Ember is no longer in the hallway. Shit. Leaving her and Kareem standing there, I take off in the only direction she could have disappeared, but he grasps my arm, stopping me.
I chuckle, staring down at my younger brother. I love him, but he’s playing with his life right now.
“You should leave her alone, Prince. You and Mom have done enough damage tonight.”
Gripping his fingers, I slowly peel them off me, making sure to squeeze them. Hard.
“This isn’t your business, bruh. Sit this one out.” I pat him on the back and continue down the corridor. “Tell Michelle to give everyone my regrets but I got called away, and send them home. Thanks,” I call over my shoulder.
It’s only been three minutes at the most, so even if Ember made it out the house, she couldn’t have gotten far. Possessing knowledge of the house’s layout is an advantage. I bypass the dining room and the closed doors of the salon where Michelle would’ve corralled my guests. That would’ve been the last place Ember went. I glance on the other side of the house, and the second living room and parlor are empty. And she wouldn’t have gone deeper into the house toward the kitchen. Dammit, that leaves outside.