Page 9 of The Way Love Heals

That was how fine that man was to me.

“Oh, let me introduce you to an old friend,” Zaina said, snapping me from my naughty thoughts. “This is Nyle. We went to high school together. Nyle, this is Brittish. She’s the mother of my husband’s son.”

“Our son.” I corrected her. Finding the courage to face Nyle, I turned toward him with my hand out. “It’s nice to meet you, Nyle.”

The corner of his bottom lip tucked behind what I could see to be straight, pearly white teeth as he gently took my hand. I assumed he was going to shake it, but no . . .

Nyle lifted the back of my hand and questioned, “Do you mind?”

“No, I don’t.”

I loved a man who was straightforward, but one who was respectful was just as sexy. When Nyle’s lips connected with my skin, I silently cursed myself for not wearing a bra because my erect nipples were poking against the fabric of my dress, and Nyle noticed. He openly looked down and smirked.

“It’s nice to meet you as well, gorgeous.”

Was there anything about him that didn’t make my thong wet?

His voice was deep and silky, one that I knew sounded lovely in the bedroom. I imagined he could make me cum from simply talking to me.

Yeah, I needed to get away from him before I got in trouble.

Removing my hand from his, I gave him a small smile before rushing toward the restroom. Behind the closed door, I palmed the sides of the sink and expelled a breath. My heart galloped in my chest, raising my body temperature with each beat. I couldn’t believe how my body was reacting to Nyle. While I wanted to blame it fully on the alcohol, I couldn’t. If I was completely sober, that man would still have me on edge.

“Girl!” Pilar all but yelled as she slipped into the restroom and rested her back against the door. “Do you see how you had that man gawking over you? I mean, he didn’t even look anywhere else. His eyes were locked on you from the moment he stepped into the section. Britt, if you don’t take your ass home with him tonight and let him do all the things I know he’s thinking about doing to you.”

“You’re so dramatic, Pilar. He was just being friendly.”

“Nope. Don’t do that. Ain’t no man about to just put his lips on a woman on some ‘friendly’ mess. Well, some will. Anyhoo, I stayed back for a little just to see how he interacted with everyone else, and he didn’t treat anyone else like he treated you. He shook hands with them while looking toward the restroom. How much do you want to bet he’ll approach you when we step out of here?”

“I need you to stop.”

“Why?”

I turned to look at my best friend. “Because, Pilar. Nyle has me feeling some sinful things, and I do mean sinful. When those soft lips grazed my skin . . .” I paused and closed my eyes, thinking of how good they would feel against mine. “I need to stay away from him.”

Pilar switched over to me. “No. What you need to do is be a big girl and face him. Your nipples are about to poke through your damn dress they’re so hard, Britt. You can’t hide it with those knockers. It’s obvious he’s not the only one feeling a way, so go explore. See what he’s about, even if it’s only for tonight.”

Never had I covered my breasts so fast. I rubbed my nipples until they flattened, but it was useless because the first thought of Nyle made them rise again.

“I mean, we are here to have a good time.”

“Exactly! It’s Zaina’s birthday and both of your last night of freedom because AJ is about to have y’all running all over the world with baseball this summer. Let’s go out here, celebrate her, and possibly work on getting you some good dick.”

“Girl. I get good dick.”

“And I can bet everything that Nyle’s is even better. Now, hold that chin higher than them breasts. Let’s go see what the night brings us.”

Clubbing wasn’t my type of fun, but after meeting Brittish, I was more than happy I’d stepped out with my brother. After dinner with Nannie and Naheem finding out about my dream, he wanted to do something to clear my mind even though I’d assured him plenty of times that I was good. He wasn’t trying to hear it and kept asking me to go out with him until I caved.

Being the baby, Naheem knew exactly how to get his way. It’d been like that since he was born, and I honestly wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

Naheem nudged me with his shoulder and asked, “Aren’t you glad that you came with me?”

I nodded as my eyes scanned the section in search of Brittish. She’d scurried to the restroom about ten minutes ago and hadn’t returned. A part of me was beginning to wonder if I scared her off by being too forward, but I couldn’t help myself. When I saw something that I wanted, I went after it without hesitation. She was who I wanted to occupy my time for the night, but I figured I needed to change my approach.

“Yeah, I am,” I answered truthfully. “It’s a vibe, but I’ve been telling you I’m good.”

Naheem leaned over and looked in my eyes. It was crazy how we didn’t have the same father but still heavily favored. I guess we had Renee to thank for our long hair and rich skin. While I usually kept my hair wild or in a bun, Naheem kept his braided. Brielle was the one who took care of our hair, and I swear, she had magic in her hands.