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“Only when it comes to shit that matters to me, and this matters the most.”
“I know. I should’ve come to you about Marcus. I’m sorry.”
“I know,” he replied in a lighthearted tone.
I delivered a sarcastic smile before asking, “Are we good?”
“God created you and Cam for me. Where else would I go? Just don’t keep shit else from me.”
He pressed his lips against mine, caressing my mouth more than kissing it, but I didn’t care. It just felt good to have my man back.
Chapter Eighteen
Ihad a lot of shit to handle, so I crept out of bed to get my day started while Kyerra was still passed out. She was usually an early riser, but she tossed and turned so much the last few nights that I almost went to the guest room.
Walking out of the bathroom, she wasn’t sleeping at all. I could see that pussy glistening from here.
“Damn, good morning.”
“It will be when you get over here,” she flirted.
Impatient as fuck, she jumped up, crawling over, “Shit, Kyerra.” I moaned while she twirled her tongue around the tip of my dick.
Gripping the back of her head, I tried to guide Kyerra’s movements because despite knowing how to suck me dry in five minutes, she damn sure wasn’t doing it now. Sex with Kyerra was the one thing we always got right outside of Bryson. Lately, even that had become complicated and awkward as fuck, like her forcing herself to swallow my dick.
“Get up,” I demanded, pulling my dick away from her.
Kyerra stopped in dismay, asking, “What’s wrong?”
“You tell me.”
She snickered, something she always did when she was nervous. “You stopped me.”
“You’re forcing it. Just like you forced sex the night before last.” I paused, allowing Kyerra to explain what the fuck was going on, but she didn’t. “Tell me what I did and how I can fix it.”
“Nothing is wrong, Tyson,” Kyerra groaned, wrapping herself in the blanket like I hadn’t seen her body across every stage of her life, from being a teenager who hadn’t fully blossomed yet to childbirth and how our son changed it.
“Then who is it?”
“Excuse me!” She whipped her neck around so fast she would pay for it later.
“Don’t make me ask you again. You clearly have no interest in sucking and fuckin’ me, so who is it?”
“Because that’s right up my alley, huh?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you wanted to!”
“I want to know what the fuck is going on with you!”
“I said nothing, so just drop it!” She yelled, hopping off the bed and storming into the bathroom. She slammed the door and locked it so I couldn’t follow her to continue this conversation.
Usually, I would’ve let Kyerra have her moment, but not today, so I reached on the ledge and grabbed the key to unlock the door. She was in the shower crying hysterically and couldn’t hear me over the water running.
Yanking the curtain open, she jumped because she expected the locked door to be a barrier between us.
“I pray whatever you’re going through gets easier, but if I find out you’re fuckin’ somebody else, I promise I’ll bury you right next to that nigga.”
