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“I know what you won’t be doing once. He seems like a big ole freak. He tore your ass up, didn’t he?”
She didn’t wait for my answer; the line goes silent as she calls our sister.
“What’s going on, Imala murmurs into the phone.
That’s her thinking voice, she has something on her mind. I’m about to ask her what’s making her think so hard when Esme chimes in again.
“We have a potentially broke sister.”
Imala sucks her teeth, “She’ll never be broke, she’d just make the Hales a little more powerful, that’s all. What mood do I need to be in for this call? Is it a what-the-hell-did-I-do call or is it an I’m-riding-his-peen-until-the-world-falls-apart call.”
“He loves me.”
“Awwww!” They draw out in unison.
“Stop playing. How was it?”
“Intense, amazing, and life-altering.”
“Yup, we’re really about to have stuff in our name, sis,” Esme jokes with Imala. “She’s so dickmatized she had to call and tell us at like three in the morning her time.”
“Well, at least you’re having your greatest love and the best sex with your husband. Makes all the bullshit before it worth it,” Imala chimes in.
“Yes. If I’d known we’d be here. I would’ve gone to Oran the moment dad told me and laid on his desk!” I whisper with conviction while the girls chuckle. “Like no joke it’s some next level shit.”
“Damn, that’s what I’m looking for,” Esme whines. “I finally got naked with Markos. It was okay. His body is sick, but our chemistry was off. Like, if I was in the mood with no prospects, I’d hit him with WYD. It was good, but not amazing. His dick is big, his foreplay got the job done, and his stamina is good. Like he pretends to care, but just wants his nut. I didn’t even bother trying to pull out any special sex tricks since we knew it wasn’t going beyond that moment.”
“Um… thanks for the Yelp review,” Imala deadpans. I snicker as she adds her suggestion. “Maybe you need to be in love? Because Marko’s is gorgeous. Or, maybe at least feel something other than moderate attraction to him. You know, like maybe just looking into his blue-green eye makes you forget how to breathe so you know touching him would be electric…”
I sit up and stare at my phone. What the fuck?
“Oran’s eyes are gray and Markos aren’t blue-green. Who in the fuck are you talking about, little sister?” Esme challenges her.
“It’s just an example. I’m scrolling through Insta and saw a picture of Jesse Williams.”
“Uh huh,” Esme hums, not too convinced. “Well, go back to your hubby, Kar. I want a full download when you return and can speak freely.”
“Okay, we’ll have a girls’ night when I return. Love you both.”
I tip-toe into the room, drop my robe, and climb into bed.
Oran turns and pulls me to his chest, his soft hair tickles my cheek. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of feeling his skin.
“How did you score me,” he asks, rubbing my back to give me more of his heat.
“What?” I pretend to not understand his question.
Oran’s chest rumbles when he hums his disbelief of my ignorance.
“We’ve been here a week, you’ve never made a late-night phone call. We fuck, and now you have pressing island business?”
He got me.
“I was just checking in with my sisters,” I deflect while placing kisses on his chest.
He moans softly in the back of his throat as he pulls my lower body closer until his erection greets my belly. Oran slides my leg along his until my knee rests at the top of his hip.
“And what did you rate me?”
