Page 25 of Full Court Press

I gave her pussy slow licks before she pushed my head back.

“Gosh. That was better than I imagined,” she voiced. I smirked, coming back up and driving my tongue into her mouth so she could taste how good she was. She kissed me back with passion and wanting. I knew if I didn’t stop us here, she was going to be screaming to the heavens with what I would do to her.

I pulled away. “You taste so fucking good. I want to eat that shit again, but we gotta get some rest.” I pecked her lips three times, then got out of bed to go to the bathroom for a washcloth. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, then wet another washcloth to clean her up. When I walked out of the bathroom, she was still lying on her back, hands on her chest, snoring lightly. I chuckled, cleaned her up, tossed the washcloth in the hamper, then climbed in beside her, pulling her close.

I didn’t know what would happen after this, but I had already made up my mind that she was going to be a permanent fixture in my life.

No matter what I had to do to make that happen.

“Oh, hell no! I know you fucking lying, Khalil!” I jolted out of my sleep after hearing a woman’s voice scream. I shot up from the bed, slightly delirious and forgetting where the hell I was for a moment. It wasn’t until my eyes adjusted to my surroundings that I saw Nia Armstrong standing in the doorway of Khalil’s bedroom, giving me the death stare.

The bathroom door swung open, and Khalil rushed out with his handsome face set into a deep scowl. He only wore a towel, body dripping with water and hair pulled up in a man bun.

Jesus!

Shouldn’t nobody be looking that good in the morning.

“What the fuck is this?” She directed the question to him but pointed at me.

“It’s none of your fucking business, Nia. Why are you in my crib this early? Ya ass ain’t been here in days.”

“I had appointments to go to! I would have come sooner if I’d known you’d be fucking other bitches where you fuck me!”

Piper, wake up! Get your shit and go, girl. Why the hell are you still standing here!

Feeling the slickness between my legs and cool air on my bare-ass cheeks, I looked around before spotting my clothes on the chair where I placed them last night and put them on in a hurry.

Thoughts of him waking me up a few hours ago with his mouth attached to my pussy like a suction cup made me regret ever allowing him to do what we’d done.

“Nia, get the fuck out of my room. I won’t say it again.”

“Fuck you! I ain’t going nowhere!” she screamed. Just then, the baby’s cries blared through the monitor, and I knew that was my second cue to get the fuck on.

I snatched my bag from the floor in the corner, feeling like a side chick about to do the walk of shame. I just knew my hair was all over the place at this point, and I looked freshly ate.

“Piper, wait a minute. Stay right there.”

“No. I’m leaving,” I told him, shaking my head.

“Just wait. I’m going to take you back to campus like I promised. Just—hold on. Nia, get the fuck out. That’s my last time telling you.” He then rushed out to get to Kiyanne, I assumed. Nia stood in the doorway, blocking my path, looking as if she wanted to hit me.

“Excuse me,” I bit out.

“Nah. What the fuck were you doing in my baby daddy’s bed, bitch?”

“Hey! What the hell is going on?” A woman I assumed was Khalil’s mom, because he looked just like her, stepped up behind Nia.

Nia turned to her. “Your son is what’s going on! He got this tacky broad in his bed and around our daughter!”

“Nia, it’s freaking five in the morning. Why are you even here this early? And a bigger question is, why are you worried about who he has in his bedroom?”

“Ma, get Nia’s ass out of here before I strangle her ass!” I could hear Khalil yell from down the hall, his voice getting closer.

“What?” Nia asked, appalled and looking in the direction he was coming from.

It was too much going on too damn early. I did not sign up for this shit.

“Mrs. Grey?” I queried.