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His brows furrowed. “Then what’s wrong?”

Twyla’s face fell and she dropped her head forward so that she could no longer see his expression. “I—” she let out a sob. “I don’t remember how to ride dick!”

Arturo huffed a laugh and Twyla lifted her head to glare at him.

“Don’t laugh at me! I’m so embarrassed!”

Before she could get the last word out of her mouth, Arturo sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist. He came up on his knees and laid her backward, all without breaking their connection. Settling himself between her legs, he brushed a thumb over her cheek then leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I promise.”

She pouted. “That’s not what it sounds like.”

Lifting his hips, he eased out of her until only his tip was inside, then pushed back in until their pelvic bones met. Twyla’s mouth fell open, and she moaned at the painstakingly slow, yet ocean deep stroke. He began a steady pace of slow and deep strokes, leaning down to kiss her as he did. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, tilting her hips up to receive him even more.

She whimpered, her pussy clenching around him. He groaned.

“Do you know what you feel like?” he asked her, staring into her eyes as if he genuinely expected Twyla to answer him.

Unable to think of anything but how nothing in her life had ever felt as right as him inside of her, she shook her head.

He touched his forehead to hers. “You feel like mine.”

4

SECRETS SPILLED

Twyla glanced around at her friends before flopping back on the sofa. She sucked in a breath before releasing it audibly, sighing loudly and dramatically so that she could be heard over their conversation.

"I love him."

There was a beat of silence, and she tried to peek at the other occupants of the room without moving her head, but she couldn't see anyone without sitting up.

Vanessa snorted.

Seraph snickered.

Sierra screamed.

"Bitch, be serious!"

"Welp," Twyla muttered, "that's one less bridesmaid." Nodding to herself, she lifted her phone to her face and pantomimed crossing Sierra's name off a list as she dragged her finger across the screen.

"Bridesmaid?" Sierra screeched. "I said be serious, bitch!" The humor in Sierra's voice took the sting out of her words but Twyla paid her no mind regardless.

Shrugging, Twyla set her phone on Vanessa's coffee table next to her half-empty glass of the cherry soda and whiskey cocktail she'd been sipping on and looked over at her friends with an unperturbed expression. The four of them were spread out around the spacious living room of Vanessa's downtown loft apartment, clad in pajamas, gorging on Golden bowls and mini veggie pies from a popular West African fusion restaurant in Montrose, and gossiping.

"Should I wear a white dress or go with something less traditional?"

Seraph gaped at her before turning to Vanessa.

"Why is she like this?"

Shaking her head, Vanessa sighed. "You know she's a damn Pisces."

Snapping her fingers, Sierra sucked her teeth. "That's right! Queen of Delusion over here is planning a wedding after one date!"

Ignoring them all, Twyla picked up her phone again, fingers tapping against the glass.