NEFARIOUS: B723 SERIES BOOK THREE, page 45
We don’t want to.
“Rus,” Mills says, his jaw locked in place. His eyes are dark and angry, full of betrayal that his best friend touched me the way she did, but it’s already been half-forgotten.
It’s not necessary anymore because Mills is upset, and it’s my top priority.
“Go to the car,” he finishes, jerking his head to the door.
He obviously wants to leave and, as much as I’d love to get out of this tense environment, it won’t solve the problem here. He promised everything will be fine, and it will be. As soon as I make my intentions known that I’m not going anywhere and her slap is the last one she’s going to serve.
Looking back to Emmy, I find her still laser-focused on me as if she’s deciding which way she’s going to slit my throat. “Wanna come?”
One of her brows perk in interest, and I hear Blue’s mirthless chuckle behind me.
I’m not sure if it’s because I just ran my own credit card on the hospital bill I’m about to have or because I’m not letting this go.
It’s not an option, really.
“You don’t want to go outside with me,” Emmy replies, sizing me up as if it’s supposed to scare me or think better of the idea.
Honestly, she better chill because I have at least fifteen pounds on her and a few inches. Blue would be a better fight for me than the cute little china doll in front of me.
“Afraid I won’t find it?” I look Emmy up and down as she just got done doing with me. “I’m not the blonde.”
This time genuine laughter fills my ears from behind me—Kyson and Blue’s.
The blonde bombshell smirks at me and glimpses over at Mills. “She has spunk. I can respect that.” Her neck cranes back to me. “Welcome to my home, Amirah Van Doren.” Then she drops her voice to a mutter. “Break or hurt him…and I’ll cut your tits off.”
Gracefully, and if she didn’t just threaten my body parts, Emmy pivots around and heads back to what I think is the kitchen. “Dinner will be ready in thirty.”
Bishop follows like a shadow, abruptly releasing Mill’s now wrinkled tee, and our eyes meet. I give a subtle shake of my head when I find my boyfriend’s deep scowl, hinting to him that I’m fine.
“Keep that bravery,” Blue pipes up at my side. “She doesn’t play well with other females. Me included.”
Mills decides to move then, probably believing Blue is starting something with me too but makes no reach to touch me.
Instead, he stares Kyson down with a glare.
“She did good,” Kyson states. “Emmy is possessive, you know that.”
“I didn’t know she was going to try to hit my girlfriend,” Mills spits out.
“You didn’t?”
“That’s it—“ Mills’s arm wraps around my hip, and I think fast. All in all, this is his family, and I don’t want a riff.
It’s literally the last thing I want.
Straight away, I lift myself on my toes and press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m the youngest. How do you think I survived this long? It’s a girl thing.”
Mills’s fingers press deeper into my flesh, alluding further that he’s not happy with what just happened. That he doesn’t want me here because of the attitudes of his friends.
It comes with the territory.
I should know.
I’m only the spawn of Satan too.
I’m fuming all throughout dinner. Ready to flip this whole dining room table over with everyone’s plates, the food Emmy probably spent hours on, and cause some ruckus.
I knew Emmy’s feelings walking in here. She would naturally be the hardest to please with our history, but I didn’t think she’d disrespect me and smack Amirah across the face.
Yeah, Amirah and I met in a shitty and unconventional situation, but I’ve explained to Emmy multiple times what happened. I mentioned to her at least three times that I was bringing her.
Amirah is and was no secret.
In fact, I talk about her a little too much. But I’m past the point of caring what everyone thinks and how it may look because I’m fucking smitten with this girl.
I love the way she thinks before she does something.
Maybe a little too cautiously, but she’s a planner, a go-getter. Someone who knows what she wants, does it, but the end game might need a little push.
Not only that, but she’s irresistible and, now, my girl.
Kyson engages the conversation at the dinner table, including Amirah, and keeping me out because he knows that when I’m pissed, I’m inappropriate. When he brings up her career, that’s when Emmy and Blue suddenly do a one-eighty and start chiming in about clothing and colors.
I barely hear a thing.
I’m too tense because it makes me worried about how this group will accept her now that they know everything. That I’m being too soft on this whole situation and being completely stupid for not avenging what happened to me.
The more time that elapses, the more I allow the memories to slide by.
I mean, let’s be real here. I don’t think Amirah will ever look at me the same after offing her sisters. If the tables were turned, I’m not sure I would be able to. We’re in uncharted territory, and I don’t want to get caught up in the shitty past.
Amirah’s hand comes over and laces with mine from underneath the table. She continues to carry out her conversation, squeezing my fingers gently and sounding excited like she always does when she talks about her career.
“You know she had to get it out, right?” Marty utters at my side, chomping on an ear of corn like an animal.
I know Emmy did.
I just wish she wouldn’t of.
I swear to fuck, the more she’s around her husband, the more he begins to rub off on her. And since I can’t beat her ass, I’ll kick his.
“You gonna sulk all night?”
I steer my attention to the annoyance at my left and narrow my eyes. “You done?”
Marty shrugs, butter all over his lips with zero fucks. “She seems to be getting along with the girls now. It’ll make a good story in a year.”
“Hardy har,” I deadpan, returning my attention to my half-eaten plate.
“Damn, you really like her, huh?”
“Well, since I brought her here to meet you sick fucks, I guess so.”
He shrugs. “Facts.”
“I need to smoke.” Rising from my chair, I keep Amirah’s hand locked in mine. Her gaze coming up to meet my face. “C’mon, baby. I’m going to be more of a bad influence on you.”
“Where are we going?”
“You done eating?”
She glances at her empty plate. “Yeah.”
I jerk my head. “C’mon—“
“You’re not leaving, are you?” Emmy has the balls to ask.
I guide my knitted brows to her, showing her exactly how I feel right now about this and the dumb-ass question.
“Why?” I counter.
She jerks her thumb behind her, appearing completely innocent of what she did over an hour ago. “I made dessert.”
And you can shove it up your ass.
“He was going to get some air,” Bishop chimes in, discharging a warning that I better stay for his wife’s home-cooked meal.
The whole thing.
“We’ll stay,” Amirah quips for us, giving Emmy a reassuring nod. “Be right back.”
She stands from her chair, and the group falls back into conversation.
Guiding her back to where we smoke and bullshit in the backyard to stay out of the kids’ way, I don’t bother hiding my irritation when I close the sliding door a little harder than necessary.
Then Amirah chuckles.
Whirling around, she’s smiling at me and making me doubt that I’m upset for an actual reason. That what happened was nothing when it was.
“I’m fine,” she reassures me softly, folding her hands together. “She wants me to make her a dress.”
I scoff. “Is that how women make up? Clothes and shit?”
“Or smacks to the face to put down your claim or make a point, yeah. Some do.”
“I told you that everything was going to be fine, and she did that. I’m pissed.” I rake a hand through my hair and scowl at anything in the yard.
“I couldn’t tell.” Her voice doesn’t change, still calm and collected, and I begin to do the same.
Digging into Bishop’s stash that he has hanging up on the side of the house as a bird feeder, I grab a rolled blunt from the small little door then close it.
The next thing we need are birds dive-bombing and running into windows from being high.
I immediately light the end, puffing on it twice to get it nice and hot before I move to the side of the house where no one can look at the sliding door and see us.
Amirah faithfully follows me before I push her up against the dark blue siding of the house and exhale.
“I want my first wish,” I claim, closing the space between us and smelling her tropical scent everywhere. “Take this.”
She plucks it from my fingers but keeps it away from her face like a goodie two shoes. “What is it?”
I don’t answer right away, getting down to my haunches and cupping the back of her warm thighs. I brush the soft skin there, running the pads of my fingers up to the curve of her ass before coming back down again.
It’s soothing and hypnotic, easing the tension residing through every limb of mine. I don’t want to be without Amirah over some stupid shit.
Stupid shit, huh?
B723 is definitely not stupid. A bunch of assholes, yeah, but they are the most definite beings in my life besides Pops, Ma, and Grand.
And Amirah has her family, half of which my squad wants to take out, and I’ve already softened on the subject of possibly letting this go.
But can I?
I’m fully privy to what they’ll do. Solange and Odette have some fucked up thing about Amirah being with me, and I don’t want us watching our backs every two seconds.
Matter of fact, I won’t.
I’ll just put a bullet in the next one’s head. We’ve already had a bunch of heat rained down on us from Ledger on Marty and Emmy’s bullshit. I’m not looking at adding any more.
Raising Amirah’s right leg, I tuck my shoulder under it to open her up to me.
“Mills,” she whispers loudly. “I don’t want to be caught—“
“They know better than to come out here,” I retort, allowing the back of my index finger to brush the cotton of her panties.
She dresses sexy as fuck but still wears comfortable ass panties at times.
This woman…
“While I’m tasting this pussy,” I vouch. “I want you to take a hit of that blunt.”
“But, I—“
“It’s one of my so-called wishes.” I slice my eyes up to her peering down at me. “I’m going to be high off the scent of you, and you’re gonna get high from that with my tongue shoved deep inside you.”
“I haven’t touched a drug since…”
“Since when?”
“Vince,” she deadpans regrettably.
Ah, right. Another fucking man.
“Weed is much more manageable than ecstasy. I promise I won’t let you fake kill me.” I pull the band of her panties aside and feel her shiver slightly under the cool air. “Now put those pretty lips around that paper and inhale slow and gentle.”
She does, keeping my attention as she sucks in a hit then promptly coughs after.
I smile; we’ll work on that.
“You practice,” I venture, leaning in closer to her prized pussy. “I’m going to eat. I’m fucking starving.”
My tongue darts out, lapping up her wetness that’s already there. I love that she’s already worked up from me being almost on my knees for her. And she tastes fucking delicious.
My lips wrap around her clit, giving it some attention while I kiss and lick as Amirah arches closer.
I could get used to this.
Fuck, I already have.
And when her free hand laces through my hair, I’m home.
I can’t think of anywhere else I’d want to be than right here—in the back of my best friend’s yard filled with kid toys and my girl’s pussy in my face.
Shit’s on some new level crap for me.
“Take a hit,” I mutter against her, trailing my lips closer to her opening. When I imagine her following my direction, I shove my tongue inside, hearing her groan off a cough.
“Mills…”
“Yeah?”
“Will you share this with me?”
My blunt.
She wants me to come up so she can make me lose my shit to where I fuck her.
Sneaky little brat.
However, I’m not falling so easily to that. Not until she comes on my lips.
“Fuck my face,” I order off a graze of her lips. “And then maybe I’ll give you what you want.”
“I want to come on your—“
“You will,” I strain, my cock agreeing with her to just stand up and fuck her into the siding. “Be patient, baby.”
I’m saying it for the both of us because just her wanting me as I do her all the time is damaging to my self-control.
Dipping back inside her, I’m about to insert two fingers when she moves her leg off my shoulder and abruptly spins around.
Lifting the material of her red dress, she plays dirty and exposes her ass to me and my face.
Amirah bends over, perfectly positioned for what she wants me to do.
Self-control cracks at that precise moment.
Standing, I run my palm over the curve of her butt and begin working my jeans with my other hand.
Amirah glances over her shoulder, victorious. The perfect outline of her jaw and how she slowly brings the blunt to her full lips has all my blood rushing to the body part that wants to join and snuggle up with her.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ground out, spring my cock free from my boxer briefs. “I thought this was my wish.”
“I just stated,” she replies through an exhale of white smoke. “And did a little forcing.”
A low growl escapes my throat, and I position myself. However, if she expected me to take her nice and slow, she’s sadly mistaken with her little move.
Thrusting inside, I immediately fill her until I can’t anymore, receiving a surprised gasp from Amirah’s lips. I revel in it, pumping her tight cunt and feeling a little dizzy with need. It could be because I’ve barely eaten all day or the strong need to fully claim the woman in front of me, but I keep moving.
Plucking the blunt out of Amirah’s painted fingers of lavender, I bring it to my lips and inhale. My girl places her palms along the siding, taking what I give and clenching around me like a vice.
“Two highs,” she says with a slight tilt of her lips, moving against the drives of my hips as we find a rhythm. “This feels so good.”
“Might be the weed.”
“Or this thick cock.” I chuckle because she’s sky-scraping right now.
Wrapping my arm around her hips, I pull her tightly against me so I can control how we fuck. “You’re high. And you’re going to come. And you’re gonna let me swallow those screams when you do.”
“Faster?” She asks it as a question but, honestly, she’d never ever have to ask me for this. I’ll have the shit on a silver platter for her whenever she wants me to serve it.
Which will be all the damn time.
Picking up my pace, I never ease out. I just try to hit every spot, angle, and depth of her cunt. I need to own every piece of the damn thing and map it out.
“Like that,” she gasps. “Shit.”
I reach over and hold my weed to her mouth. “Take a hit, Rus. I want you to literally see stars.”
Like a good girl, she wraps her mouth around the blunt and takes a slow hit.
Watching her smoke is sexy. It might be because I’m getting inebriated off Bishop’s good shit and the drop-dead gorgeous woman in front of me, taking her like a damn animal, but I’m content.
I’m okay with letting go—of everything.
She can keep her fucked up family, and I’ll continue to move on with her. Everything we’ll figure out together.
“Mills,” Amirah trembles.
“Play with that clit.” I drop the blunt to the ground and cup her chin, hauling her to my face. “And kiss me how I like it.”
Amirah practically swallows me whole. Like we’re teenagers, she makes out with me like she couldn’t go another day without. My balls tighten, and I cling on to another second, another moment, another fantastic fuck with Amirah.
“You’re letting me fuck you too good,” I mutter between meshes of lips. “I’m going to come, baby.”
“Harder,” she whispers before I move my attention to her neck and suck on the soft skin there.
Amirah moans and clasps onto my hand that’s holding her steady. The back of her skull falls to my shoulder as I maul the column of her that drives her insane.
“Fuck, Rus,” I growl, my body about to break apart at any second. “You’re amazing in every—“ I thrust deeper. “—single—“ Another. “—way. You’re fucking mine.”
She shatters underneath me, and it just triggers my own release.
Thankfully, she’s in front of me because it rocks through me so violently that I may have slammed my head against the side of the house.
“I think I’m crippled.”
She laughs and turns her head to keep my temple. “Now I got you kept.”
“Didn’t need to fuck me to immobilize me anywhere. You got me.”
Like, for real, for real.
I’m fucked.
“So I take it we’re not moving on the rich bitches,” Marty conveys, leaning back in his fold-up chair and looking uninterested at his comment even though he is.
He’s been looking for something to torture for a minute. Neither of us has been on assignment in a hot second, and this is the only opening he has.
“Not sure,” I deadpan, hovering my palms over the blazing fire in Bishop’s firepit.
It's been a looming question for weeks now.
Both have their pros and cons.
And the cons are what’s stopping me because they all have the name Amirah in them.
“You think you’re going to be able to have a decent life with her if you don’t?” Kyson adds in across from me, his tone placid. The flames lit up his face, eyes pinned on me because it’s the question of the decade.
“Rus,” Mills says, his jaw locked in place. His eyes are dark and angry, full of betrayal that his best friend touched me the way she did, but it’s already been half-forgotten.
It’s not necessary anymore because Mills is upset, and it’s my top priority.
“Go to the car,” he finishes, jerking his head to the door.
He obviously wants to leave and, as much as I’d love to get out of this tense environment, it won’t solve the problem here. He promised everything will be fine, and it will be. As soon as I make my intentions known that I’m not going anywhere and her slap is the last one she’s going to serve.
Looking back to Emmy, I find her still laser-focused on me as if she’s deciding which way she’s going to slit my throat. “Wanna come?”
One of her brows perk in interest, and I hear Blue’s mirthless chuckle behind me.
I’m not sure if it’s because I just ran my own credit card on the hospital bill I’m about to have or because I’m not letting this go.
It’s not an option, really.
“You don’t want to go outside with me,” Emmy replies, sizing me up as if it’s supposed to scare me or think better of the idea.
Honestly, she better chill because I have at least fifteen pounds on her and a few inches. Blue would be a better fight for me than the cute little china doll in front of me.
“Afraid I won’t find it?” I look Emmy up and down as she just got done doing with me. “I’m not the blonde.”
This time genuine laughter fills my ears from behind me—Kyson and Blue’s.
The blonde bombshell smirks at me and glimpses over at Mills. “She has spunk. I can respect that.” Her neck cranes back to me. “Welcome to my home, Amirah Van Doren.” Then she drops her voice to a mutter. “Break or hurt him…and I’ll cut your tits off.”
Gracefully, and if she didn’t just threaten my body parts, Emmy pivots around and heads back to what I think is the kitchen. “Dinner will be ready in thirty.”
Bishop follows like a shadow, abruptly releasing Mill’s now wrinkled tee, and our eyes meet. I give a subtle shake of my head when I find my boyfriend’s deep scowl, hinting to him that I’m fine.
“Keep that bravery,” Blue pipes up at my side. “She doesn’t play well with other females. Me included.”
Mills decides to move then, probably believing Blue is starting something with me too but makes no reach to touch me.
Instead, he stares Kyson down with a glare.
“She did good,” Kyson states. “Emmy is possessive, you know that.”
“I didn’t know she was going to try to hit my girlfriend,” Mills spits out.
“You didn’t?”
“That’s it—“ Mills’s arm wraps around my hip, and I think fast. All in all, this is his family, and I don’t want a riff.
It’s literally the last thing I want.
Straight away, I lift myself on my toes and press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m the youngest. How do you think I survived this long? It’s a girl thing.”
Mills’s fingers press deeper into my flesh, alluding further that he’s not happy with what just happened. That he doesn’t want me here because of the attitudes of his friends.
It comes with the territory.
I should know.
I’m only the spawn of Satan too.
I’m fuming all throughout dinner. Ready to flip this whole dining room table over with everyone’s plates, the food Emmy probably spent hours on, and cause some ruckus.
I knew Emmy’s feelings walking in here. She would naturally be the hardest to please with our history, but I didn’t think she’d disrespect me and smack Amirah across the face.
Yeah, Amirah and I met in a shitty and unconventional situation, but I’ve explained to Emmy multiple times what happened. I mentioned to her at least three times that I was bringing her.
Amirah is and was no secret.
In fact, I talk about her a little too much. But I’m past the point of caring what everyone thinks and how it may look because I’m fucking smitten with this girl.
I love the way she thinks before she does something.
Maybe a little too cautiously, but she’s a planner, a go-getter. Someone who knows what she wants, does it, but the end game might need a little push.
Not only that, but she’s irresistible and, now, my girl.
Kyson engages the conversation at the dinner table, including Amirah, and keeping me out because he knows that when I’m pissed, I’m inappropriate. When he brings up her career, that’s when Emmy and Blue suddenly do a one-eighty and start chiming in about clothing and colors.
I barely hear a thing.
I’m too tense because it makes me worried about how this group will accept her now that they know everything. That I’m being too soft on this whole situation and being completely stupid for not avenging what happened to me.
The more time that elapses, the more I allow the memories to slide by.
I mean, let’s be real here. I don’t think Amirah will ever look at me the same after offing her sisters. If the tables were turned, I’m not sure I would be able to. We’re in uncharted territory, and I don’t want to get caught up in the shitty past.
Amirah’s hand comes over and laces with mine from underneath the table. She continues to carry out her conversation, squeezing my fingers gently and sounding excited like she always does when she talks about her career.
“You know she had to get it out, right?” Marty utters at my side, chomping on an ear of corn like an animal.
I know Emmy did.
I just wish she wouldn’t of.
I swear to fuck, the more she’s around her husband, the more he begins to rub off on her. And since I can’t beat her ass, I’ll kick his.
“You gonna sulk all night?”
I steer my attention to the annoyance at my left and narrow my eyes. “You done?”
Marty shrugs, butter all over his lips with zero fucks. “She seems to be getting along with the girls now. It’ll make a good story in a year.”
“Hardy har,” I deadpan, returning my attention to my half-eaten plate.
“Damn, you really like her, huh?”
“Well, since I brought her here to meet you sick fucks, I guess so.”
He shrugs. “Facts.”
“I need to smoke.” Rising from my chair, I keep Amirah’s hand locked in mine. Her gaze coming up to meet my face. “C’mon, baby. I’m going to be more of a bad influence on you.”
“Where are we going?”
“You done eating?”
She glances at her empty plate. “Yeah.”
I jerk my head. “C’mon—“
“You’re not leaving, are you?” Emmy has the balls to ask.
I guide my knitted brows to her, showing her exactly how I feel right now about this and the dumb-ass question.
“Why?” I counter.
She jerks her thumb behind her, appearing completely innocent of what she did over an hour ago. “I made dessert.”
And you can shove it up your ass.
“He was going to get some air,” Bishop chimes in, discharging a warning that I better stay for his wife’s home-cooked meal.
The whole thing.
“We’ll stay,” Amirah quips for us, giving Emmy a reassuring nod. “Be right back.”
She stands from her chair, and the group falls back into conversation.
Guiding her back to where we smoke and bullshit in the backyard to stay out of the kids’ way, I don’t bother hiding my irritation when I close the sliding door a little harder than necessary.
Then Amirah chuckles.
Whirling around, she’s smiling at me and making me doubt that I’m upset for an actual reason. That what happened was nothing when it was.
“I’m fine,” she reassures me softly, folding her hands together. “She wants me to make her a dress.”
I scoff. “Is that how women make up? Clothes and shit?”
“Or smacks to the face to put down your claim or make a point, yeah. Some do.”
“I told you that everything was going to be fine, and she did that. I’m pissed.” I rake a hand through my hair and scowl at anything in the yard.
“I couldn’t tell.” Her voice doesn’t change, still calm and collected, and I begin to do the same.
Digging into Bishop’s stash that he has hanging up on the side of the house as a bird feeder, I grab a rolled blunt from the small little door then close it.
The next thing we need are birds dive-bombing and running into windows from being high.
I immediately light the end, puffing on it twice to get it nice and hot before I move to the side of the house where no one can look at the sliding door and see us.
Amirah faithfully follows me before I push her up against the dark blue siding of the house and exhale.
“I want my first wish,” I claim, closing the space between us and smelling her tropical scent everywhere. “Take this.”
She plucks it from my fingers but keeps it away from her face like a goodie two shoes. “What is it?”
I don’t answer right away, getting down to my haunches and cupping the back of her warm thighs. I brush the soft skin there, running the pads of my fingers up to the curve of her ass before coming back down again.
It’s soothing and hypnotic, easing the tension residing through every limb of mine. I don’t want to be without Amirah over some stupid shit.
Stupid shit, huh?
B723 is definitely not stupid. A bunch of assholes, yeah, but they are the most definite beings in my life besides Pops, Ma, and Grand.
And Amirah has her family, half of which my squad wants to take out, and I’ve already softened on the subject of possibly letting this go.
But can I?
I’m fully privy to what they’ll do. Solange and Odette have some fucked up thing about Amirah being with me, and I don’t want us watching our backs every two seconds.
Matter of fact, I won’t.
I’ll just put a bullet in the next one’s head. We’ve already had a bunch of heat rained down on us from Ledger on Marty and Emmy’s bullshit. I’m not looking at adding any more.
Raising Amirah’s right leg, I tuck my shoulder under it to open her up to me.
“Mills,” she whispers loudly. “I don’t want to be caught—“
“They know better than to come out here,” I retort, allowing the back of my index finger to brush the cotton of her panties.
She dresses sexy as fuck but still wears comfortable ass panties at times.
This woman…
“While I’m tasting this pussy,” I vouch. “I want you to take a hit of that blunt.”
“But, I—“
“It’s one of my so-called wishes.” I slice my eyes up to her peering down at me. “I’m going to be high off the scent of you, and you’re gonna get high from that with my tongue shoved deep inside you.”
“I haven’t touched a drug since…”
“Since when?”
“Vince,” she deadpans regrettably.
Ah, right. Another fucking man.
“Weed is much more manageable than ecstasy. I promise I won’t let you fake kill me.” I pull the band of her panties aside and feel her shiver slightly under the cool air. “Now put those pretty lips around that paper and inhale slow and gentle.”
She does, keeping my attention as she sucks in a hit then promptly coughs after.
I smile; we’ll work on that.
“You practice,” I venture, leaning in closer to her prized pussy. “I’m going to eat. I’m fucking starving.”
My tongue darts out, lapping up her wetness that’s already there. I love that she’s already worked up from me being almost on my knees for her. And she tastes fucking delicious.
My lips wrap around her clit, giving it some attention while I kiss and lick as Amirah arches closer.
I could get used to this.
Fuck, I already have.
And when her free hand laces through my hair, I’m home.
I can’t think of anywhere else I’d want to be than right here—in the back of my best friend’s yard filled with kid toys and my girl’s pussy in my face.
Shit’s on some new level crap for me.
“Take a hit,” I mutter against her, trailing my lips closer to her opening. When I imagine her following my direction, I shove my tongue inside, hearing her groan off a cough.
“Mills…”
“Yeah?”
“Will you share this with me?”
My blunt.
She wants me to come up so she can make me lose my shit to where I fuck her.
Sneaky little brat.
However, I’m not falling so easily to that. Not until she comes on my lips.
“Fuck my face,” I order off a graze of her lips. “And then maybe I’ll give you what you want.”
“I want to come on your—“
“You will,” I strain, my cock agreeing with her to just stand up and fuck her into the siding. “Be patient, baby.”
I’m saying it for the both of us because just her wanting me as I do her all the time is damaging to my self-control.
Dipping back inside her, I’m about to insert two fingers when she moves her leg off my shoulder and abruptly spins around.
Lifting the material of her red dress, she plays dirty and exposes her ass to me and my face.
Amirah bends over, perfectly positioned for what she wants me to do.
Self-control cracks at that precise moment.
Standing, I run my palm over the curve of her butt and begin working my jeans with my other hand.
Amirah glances over her shoulder, victorious. The perfect outline of her jaw and how she slowly brings the blunt to her full lips has all my blood rushing to the body part that wants to join and snuggle up with her.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ground out, spring my cock free from my boxer briefs. “I thought this was my wish.”
“I just stated,” she replies through an exhale of white smoke. “And did a little forcing.”
A low growl escapes my throat, and I position myself. However, if she expected me to take her nice and slow, she’s sadly mistaken with her little move.
Thrusting inside, I immediately fill her until I can’t anymore, receiving a surprised gasp from Amirah’s lips. I revel in it, pumping her tight cunt and feeling a little dizzy with need. It could be because I’ve barely eaten all day or the strong need to fully claim the woman in front of me, but I keep moving.
Plucking the blunt out of Amirah’s painted fingers of lavender, I bring it to my lips and inhale. My girl places her palms along the siding, taking what I give and clenching around me like a vice.
“Two highs,” she says with a slight tilt of her lips, moving against the drives of my hips as we find a rhythm. “This feels so good.”
“Might be the weed.”
“Or this thick cock.” I chuckle because she’s sky-scraping right now.
Wrapping my arm around her hips, I pull her tightly against me so I can control how we fuck. “You’re high. And you’re going to come. And you’re gonna let me swallow those screams when you do.”
“Faster?” She asks it as a question but, honestly, she’d never ever have to ask me for this. I’ll have the shit on a silver platter for her whenever she wants me to serve it.
Which will be all the damn time.
Picking up my pace, I never ease out. I just try to hit every spot, angle, and depth of her cunt. I need to own every piece of the damn thing and map it out.
“Like that,” she gasps. “Shit.”
I reach over and hold my weed to her mouth. “Take a hit, Rus. I want you to literally see stars.”
Like a good girl, she wraps her mouth around the blunt and takes a slow hit.
Watching her smoke is sexy. It might be because I’m getting inebriated off Bishop’s good shit and the drop-dead gorgeous woman in front of me, taking her like a damn animal, but I’m content.
I’m okay with letting go—of everything.
She can keep her fucked up family, and I’ll continue to move on with her. Everything we’ll figure out together.
“Mills,” Amirah trembles.
“Play with that clit.” I drop the blunt to the ground and cup her chin, hauling her to my face. “And kiss me how I like it.”
Amirah practically swallows me whole. Like we’re teenagers, she makes out with me like she couldn’t go another day without. My balls tighten, and I cling on to another second, another moment, another fantastic fuck with Amirah.
“You’re letting me fuck you too good,” I mutter between meshes of lips. “I’m going to come, baby.”
“Harder,” she whispers before I move my attention to her neck and suck on the soft skin there.
Amirah moans and clasps onto my hand that’s holding her steady. The back of her skull falls to my shoulder as I maul the column of her that drives her insane.
“Fuck, Rus,” I growl, my body about to break apart at any second. “You’re amazing in every—“ I thrust deeper. “—single—“ Another. “—way. You’re fucking mine.”
She shatters underneath me, and it just triggers my own release.
Thankfully, she’s in front of me because it rocks through me so violently that I may have slammed my head against the side of the house.
“I think I’m crippled.”
She laughs and turns her head to keep my temple. “Now I got you kept.”
“Didn’t need to fuck me to immobilize me anywhere. You got me.”
Like, for real, for real.
I’m fucked.
“So I take it we’re not moving on the rich bitches,” Marty conveys, leaning back in his fold-up chair and looking uninterested at his comment even though he is.
He’s been looking for something to torture for a minute. Neither of us has been on assignment in a hot second, and this is the only opening he has.
“Not sure,” I deadpan, hovering my palms over the blazing fire in Bishop’s firepit.
It's been a looming question for weeks now.
Both have their pros and cons.
And the cons are what’s stopping me because they all have the name Amirah in them.
“You think you’re going to be able to have a decent life with her if you don’t?” Kyson adds in across from me, his tone placid. The flames lit up his face, eyes pinned on me because it’s the question of the decade.
