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“Duh.”
His panty-wetting chuckle as he turned to head to his bedroom rumbled in my chest, making it hard to stay upset.
Just leave, Brookie.
Shit.
Was I really callingmyselfby his goddamn nickname now?
I took a couple steps toward the front door and then stopped.
And sighed.
The wild desire to follow him to his room quickly overwhelmed my resolvenotto.
He was sitting up at his headboard—dick hard and already sheathed, covers pushed back, waiting for me. I wanted badly to rebel against his presumption that I was willing and ready to fuck him whenever he said so.
But then, with one hand gripping and stroking his dick, he raised the other in acome heregesture that my body reacted to like a magnet.
I…went.
And lost my clothes at record-breaking speed along the way.
By the time I climbed onto the bed with him, I was as naked as he was, greedily sinking onto his dick after batting his hand out of the way.
“I’m still mad at you,” I declared as he buried a hand in my hair, drawing my face to his.
“Nah,” he growled. “My dick is a no-anger zone. If you mad, you gotta get off.”
I called his bluff.
I tried to lift myself up, but his eyes went wide and he grabbed me at the hips, keeping me in place. “You’re supposed to stay, so I can fuck the rage outta you.”
“A nutwon’tchange the fact that I don’t like what you did.” I ignored my pussy’s impatient throbbing to meet Kyir’s gaze. “Please don’t do anything like that again.”
“I won’t,” he agreed, nodding. “And… I’m sorry for not respecting your boundary, Brookie.” He pushed his hips up, making his dick press all the right buttons to pull an uninhibited moan from my throat. “You forgive me?”
How could I not?
But I didn’t want to say it.
Instead, I pressed my hands to his shoulders to put some distance between us and get some leverage to push up and plant my feet.
So I could ride him like it was the last time.
Which, maybe it would be.
Cause honestly, this was getting entirely too complicated.
I snuckout of Kyir’s place hella early the next morning.
Was that necessary?
Not really.
But I was in my head, and in my feelings, and would’ve been shitty company in that state. I took myself home, showered, dressed, and made my way to the cardio boxing class I credited with keeping me sane sometimes.
I needed the endorphin overload.
