“I’m ready,” he said, catching his breath.
“You can ride with me,” Rose offered, and Mille lit up.
“For real? Bet,” he agreed, excited.
He missed Rose. It was Rose that taught him how to talk to girls and showed him how to hoop and play video games. He was the brother he never had. Always attentive, patient, providing teaching moments, even when Mille didn’t want it. When heneeded to, Rose got in his ass about school and respect. Mille couldn’t have asked for a better brother.
It seemed like nowadays black men were way too quick to turn their back on their own. When Rose was growing up, he had men like Max and Finn’s pops that looked out, put them on, but also told them about both sides of shit. Max never sugarcoated anything for Ambrose, and the older he got, the more he appreciated it. Mille had the game from both men. It was important to instill honor and a code in him that wasn’t being spread among the inner city youth. Rose never wanted Mille to become another statistic like him. He’d been in enough trouble to last a lifetime. It was a miracle he was walking free right now.
“Mmm.”Luna stirred and stretched underneath her sheets.
Well rested, she shifted and rolled over in her bed. The warm body beside her sent her head lifting off her pillow. Laid out beside her, face turned toward her, Finn’s fine ass slept. He looked so peaceful, his big chest rising and falling. The numbing between her legs reminded her of their night. No stranger to getting hers, sex with Finn was something she wasn’t prepared for.
Clearing her throat, she tried to slither out of bed so she could pee and brush her teeth. Her toes sank into the soft rug beside her bed but Finn remained sleeping. She crept into the bathroom to handle her hygiene, and when she came back, a buzzing sound caught her attention. Finn’s phone was going off. Groaning, he shifted onto his side. Eyes still closed, he felt around for his device. He cracked one eye to see who was calling before sending them to voicemail. With a deep sigh, he rested onhis stomach. The weight of Luna settling back into the bed made him roll over.
“Mmm, what time is it?” he groaned.
“Time for you to go home,” Luna muttered, her back to him.
Finn draped an arm around her and scooted closer.
“You sure? That morning wood might knock that attitude right out you,” Finn joked, laughing as he buried his face into her back.
“Finn—” She tugged out of his embrace and stared down into his amused face.
“Shit, Luna, you can’t leave a nigga with blue balls like this.” He pulled the covers off and showed her the monster between his legs.
She licked her lips, and he strong armed her closer. Draping her small frame over his sturdy one, she couldn’t help but laugh as when he tickled her and kissed the back of her neck.
“Finn, stop!” she howled, landing on her side.
Pushing himself up, he pinned her to the mattress. Luna stared into his handsome face. Her chest heaved, and his tongue ran across his lower lip as he soaked in her natural beauty.
“Nah, I need a repeat before I walk up out of here,” he told her, burying his face into her neck and pecking it with supple kisses.
Although she wanted to resist him, the river flowing between her legs argued otherwise.
“Luna! You got somebody in there witchu!” Mama Yoni beckoned from outside her bedroom door.
Finn turned, propped up between Luna’s thick ass thighs with his lip tucked between his teeth. Facing her, he saw her eyes stretch.
“Um, just a friend, Mama Yoni!” She called back, sitting up and shoving him off.
“Mm-hmm, well tell your friend to put some clothes on and come help me with these groceries. I figured this car would be gone when I got back, little nasty asses,” she huffed.
Luna listened as her footsteps got further away. She planted both feet on the floor, and Finn let out a frustrated breath with his arm resting on his knee. He watched Luna slip into pajama pants to go with the tank top she eased over her ample breasts. She was so damn sexy. He couldn’t help but admire her fine ass. Waking up to her was different. For one he got some fucking sleep. Finn never got that relaxed around chicks, so subconsciously, he must’ve trusted Luna on some level.
“You better get to moving before she comes up here,” Luna advised.
Morning wood showing out, he eased out the bed and Luna ogled him as if she’d never seen dick in her life. She’d never had one in her room. That was for sure. Luna wasn’t some sweet, innocent virgin, but she didn’t bring guys home at all. She preferred to either go to their place or screw them in a car or something. Finn snatched up the sweats she gave him along with the T-shirt. Once his shoes were on, he walked up on Luna, eyes scorching hers. She backed away until her back was against her door. Finn brought each arm up to the door, locking her in.
“Why the fuck you ain’t ugly in the morning, Luna?” he asked, a frustrated frown crowding his face.
Luna had to fight to keep up with her next breath and her heart went wild in her chest.
“Nigga, I’m not fucking you again.” She sucked her teeth and tried to push him away.
“Oh yeah? You care to make a wager on that?” His hand traced her soft skin, down to her thighs, and finally between her legs.
