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Porsha
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“So what did you do all day, Miss Works-from-Home?” I ask, taking a chilled glass from the tray, then filling it to the rim. Persia has made a pitcher of mojitos. She lifts the frosty glass to her lips and takes a sip. She waits patiently for me to get situated as I set the glass pitcher back on the tray, then settle into my seat with drink in hand.
“Besides fucking Royce today,” she says matter-of-factly, tucking a leg beneath her. “Not a damn thing. But I don’t wanna talk about that right now. I wanna hear all about this little choo-choo train that you went off and fucked all night long.”
I laugh. “Oh no, Miss Hooch. Not so fast, boo. I wanna hear all about you having that fine-ass young boy all to yourself. You fuck him here?”
She grins. “I sure did. And he fucked me like there was no tomorrow. I’m telling you, Porsha, that young nigga knows how to use that big dick. He has my pussy still humming.”
“Oooh, I’m so mad at you,” I say, feigning a pout. Although the truth is my own pussy still throbs from my encounter with Emerson today. I can still feel him inside of me, pounding away. I swallow back the thoughts of my afternoon romp. There’s a part of me that feels guilty for sneaking off and seeing him. My sisters and I have never kept secrets from each other. And I feel bad. But then there’s that other part of me that is excited by the idea of getting caught by one of them fucking him. I’m sure, at some point, I’ll tell them all about Emerson and me. But, for now, the Sheraton—for the last three weeks—has become our secret meeting place. And fucking him behind my sisters’ backs has become my newest guilty pleasure.
“So where we really going with this?” Emerson had asked, pulling me into his arms after forty-five minutes of dicking me down into the mattress. My head was on his chest. “At some point, I want more than this...us sneaking around in hotel rooms and shit. I’m gonna want you to be my woman.”
I looked up at him. “I don’t know where this is going, Em. I haven’t thought that far ahead. Right now, I’m living in the moment. You told me you’d let me choose how things moved with us, so you’re going to have to let me figure it all out.”
“I did say that. And I meant it. I don’t want to put any pressure on you, Porsha. But all I want to know is if we’re moving in the same direction. I told you how I feel about you. I’ve laid everything out on the table for you.”
“I know you have,” I acknowledged, playing with the strands of hairs around his nipples. I wet the tip of my finger with spit, then swirl it over his nipple. It hardens. “And I appreciate that. I’m not sure what I want. I do enjoy being with you. And I’m not going to deny the connection I feel to you when were together. But it’s complicated for me.”
He lifted up, resting on his forearms. “It’s only complicated because you want it to be.”
“You know my lifestyle,” I reminded him, referring to my sexual activities.
“Yeah, I do. And I told you that has nothing to do with me. But is it something you can at some point let go of?”
“If I were in a committed relationship, of course I could.” He eyes me, questioningly. “I’m not a cheater, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Neither am I. But that’s not what I was asking.”
“And I answered. Yes, I can. Right now, I’m single. So I fuck who I want.”
“And so you should. It’s your body. I’m not questioning that. I’m asking about you and me.”
“Em, you know how we met—through Persia. I’m not sure if I can allow myself to get emotionally involved with a man who’s fucked my sisters. Sharing a man who I have no emotions to is one thing. And having feelings for one who I know I’ve been sharing with my sisters is another. I don’t know if I—”
He leaned in and kissed me, cutting me off. When he finally pulls back, I’m breathless. “I’m not asking you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. But, let’s be honest here. I can’t help how we met. And I can’t help that I’ve gotten it in with you and your sisters. That was something the three of you wanted. And I was more than cool with giving it to you. But, at the same time, I can’t help it that I caught feelings for you. It wasn’t planned, it happened. So should I be penalized for that? Should you have to walk away from something that could possibly be good for the both of us? I mean, tell me something, Porsha. I need to know if I’m playing myself.” I opened my mouth to speak. He stopped me. “Before you say anything, be honest. Based on what you know about me, am I the kind of man you could see yourself with?”
I thought about it. He didn’t have any children. He’d never been married. He had two sisters and was very close to his mother; his father died when he was twelve. He was a hard-worker. He saved his money and had good credit. He was driven and ambitious. He was thoughtful. And damn good in bed.
I smiled, reaching between his legs and cupping his balls, then stroking his dick.
“Yes,” I answered, honestly. “But—”
He kissed me again. “No ‘buts.’ I need you to give me some hope, baby.”
I stared into Emerson’s brown eyes and, for the first time since I’ve known him, I saw something I hadn’t notice before. I saw the soul of a man who wanted to love...me.
“...Don’t be mad,” Persia says, bringing me back to the conversation. “It wasn’t planned.”
“How come you didn’t wait for me?” I ask, knowing damn well I would’ve been in no position to fuck that horse-dicked buck. She tells me it was in the middle of the day. That he had texted her wanting to see all three of us, but things got really heated between the two of them so she decided to fuck him solo.
“Girl, he had my pussy so wet. There’s no way I was gonna be able to wait until later on when y’all got home. I wanted that dick, right then and there. And, girl, did he deliver.”
I smirk. “I’m sure he did. And did he smother that face of yours with more of that beauty cream again ’cause you need a ton of it with ya ugly ass?”
She laughs, giving me the finger. “Fuck you. You’re uglier than me, hooker.”
