Page 43 of What I Needed

“Why do you keep trying to exclude yourself from plans with my family?”

“I’m not, but⁠—”

“I gotta go, E. I’ll change the reservation to tomorrow, and you’re coming with us.”

I leaned down and kissed her lips as if I’d done it hundreds of times, then left a kiss on Riverlynn’s forehead before tickling her stomach and causing her to giggle.

On my way to practice, I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. Erissa took my dick like it was what she was born to do . . . no running, no pushing me away, and no whining about it being too big. I almost always had to go easy on these hos.

Every time we came, I told myself I’d let her rest, but somehow, my dick kept finding its way inside her. The best part was how willing of a participant she was. Her pussy stayed wet, and her legs stayed open.

The sound of my ringing phone filled my car, and when I looked at my dashboard display, it was Jaxon. I answered it on the second ring.

“Wassup?”

“You headed to practice?”

“Duh, man. Wassup?”

“I knew your ass didn’t check your text messages. Practice is canceled. The storm caused a power outage, and it hasn’t been restored.”

“What about the generators?”

“Nigga, I don’t know, and I didn’t ask. I’m about to hit the weights if you want to slide through since you’re already out.”

“Bet. I’m on my way.”

I made a detour and headed toward Jaxon’s house, arriving about twenty minutes later. On the way to the back of his house, I scrolled through my texts, stopping on the one I’d received hours ago, canceling practice.

Apparently, the power in our practice facility had gone out, plus everything within a five-mile radius. They didn’t know when it would be back on and were working on a practice plan for tomorrow.

Jaxon must have been notified by his security cameras that I was approaching, and he opened the door before I could ring the doorbell.

“Wassup?” he greeted, stepping back to give me room to enter.

“I just read the text. Good looking out, man.”

We headed downstairs to his basement. I could’ve worked out at home, but if I went back there now, I wasn’t sure I could keep my hands off Erissa.

“I guess the storm was much worse on that side of town,” he said.

“Yeah.”

I could barely remember the rain from last night because I was preoccupied. When I thought about what had my attention, I couldn’t stop a smile from forming.

“Fuck you smiling at?”

“What?”

“You over there grinning like a damn weirdo. You good?”

“I’m better than good. Let’s get this workout in.”

For the next hour, nineties Hip-Hop music played in the background while we worked up a sweat. Aside from letting each other know when we needed a spot, we didn’t talk much.

“Is water cool?” he offered on the way to the fridge.

“Yeah.”