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“I know. I’m sorry. You feel so good, though, baby."

"Vega…”

“Take me, baby.”

“Okay,” I whined, breathing heavy. “Don’t stop.”

He started sliding in deep, long strokes. His dick dragged against my walls every time he pulled back and pushed back in. I was soaking wet. My juices coated him and made every slide feel slick as hell. That pleasure started building up fast, wiping out whatever ache was left. He crashed his lips onto mine again, rocking into me, hitting it deep but keeping it careful. His hands gripped my sides and cupped my face while he worked me.

"That's it, let go for me," he encouraged between kisses. "I've got you. Come on my dick, Glasses."

The pleasure finally pulled me under. I held onto him and let it happen. My pussy clenched hard around him in rhythmic spasms, pulsing and fluttering as the orgasm crashed through me.

Wet heat flooded between us while my body shook, thighs trembling against his hips.

"Vega!" I cried out as wave after wave rolled over me. He kept moving slowly through it all, drawing out every pulse until I melted beneath him, spent and clinging to him.

23

PRODIGY MORETTI

As I walked into my mother’s kitchen, I could still smell the coffee she and Marcus had had that morning. Marcus was standing in front of the refrigerator, looking over his shoulder with a bottle of water in his hand. “There he is.”

“What’s up, old man?”

He laughed and pulled me into a hug. Marcus had been in my life long enough that hugging him didn’t feel forced. He wasn’t my biological father, but he had been the man at parent-teacher conferences, basketball games, doctor appointments, birthdays, graduations, and every moment where a boy usually looked around for his dad.

He had shown up. That mattered, even when I had questions about the man who hadn’t.

“Your mother’s out by the pool with Renee.”

I nodded toward the patio doors. “So, she’s hanging with her real significant other.”

Marcus chuckled with a shrug. “Been that way since before I got here.”

“My mama and Renee been married longer than you and my mama.”

“Don’t I know it. I’m just the man who pays bills and gets invited to lift heavy things.”

I laughed, then pushed open the patio doors.

The sun hit me first, bright, hot, and already disrespectful even though the day had barely gotten started. My mother sat on a lounge chair near the pool with sunglasses on and a champagne flute in her hand. Renee sat beside her, legs crossed, sipping from her own glass.

“Morning,” I greeted.

Renee smiled first. “Hey nephew.”

“Hey, Auntie.”

My mother turned her head toward me. “Hey, son.”

“Hey, ma.”

Her smile softened, then slipped. “What’s wrong?”

That woman could read me too well. I hadn’t even sat down yet.

I took the chair across from her. “I just got off the phone with Jamir.”