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“Can I get on top?” she asked, biting her bottom lip in hopes I’d let her ride me. And because I wasn’t an idiot, I readily agreed. Gone was the need to control the pace. I’d let her set it, give her whatever she wanted as long as we both got what we needed.
After a quick shift in position, she sank down on top of me. “Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back against the pillow as my eyes closed. But I didn’t remain in the darkness long, loving it when Edana took charge. It didn’t happen often, so I reveled in her decision to do so right now. “You feel amazing.”
“You always say that.” She laughed, her smile disappearing when I gripped her waist and thrust upward.
“That’s because I don’t mince words.”
“Youareknown for being blunt.”
Many people had told me the same thing, and sometimes my directness had gotten me into trouble.
Her breaths turned jerky and uneven the more I swiveled my hips, pulling her down to grind on top of me.
Her auburn-colored hair swayed with her movements, her tits bouncing when she gave me back control as I increased the speed, driving into her hard and fast.
“Tell me how much you love my cock, baby,” I grunted, barely able to concentrate on speaking, let alone making demands.
“I love it.” She sucked in a breath when I pinched her nipple. “I love it so much.”
The urge to flip her on her back was strong, but I remained beneath her, shifting to sit up until we were chest to chest. I needed to be closer to her, as if being buried inside her wasn’t close enough.
And it wasn’t.
I could climb inside her, and I still wouldn’t be close enough. For a suspended moment, I inwardly laughed. I must be getting emotional with age because the only things I cared about when I was younger were partying, getting laid, and living life on the edge. Indulging in every opportunity that came my way. But the subsequent years had hardened me, reminding me life was fleeting.
I almost lost my brother and my woman, not to mention several of the guys in the club… my other brothers. Hell,mylife had hung in the balance more than once. I had the scars to prove it. But as a part of me hardened, another part of me had become sentimental. Sure, it was a smaller part, but it was present, the thoughts swirling around in my head proof enough.
But now wasn’t the time to delve into anything other than pleasuring my woman, and I knew just what she needed to push her over the edge.
I pressed my thumb to her clit, the motions of our bodies falling into sync enough to shove her toward oblivion. Her moans succumbed to mine as I emptied inside her, expletives blending with her name as we unraveled.
We stayed locked in position until she grumbled something about her legs cramping. After sharing a quick laugh, I pinned her to the bed and kissed her like it would be the last time. I’d learned not to take anything for granted anymore. When I pulled back, I gazed deep into her eyes, so intently, she frowned.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, trailing her fingers along my collarbone.
“Nothing.”
“You look like you have something on your mind. Something you want to talk about.” The crease between her brows deepened.
I did have something on my mind, something I’d been thinking about more and more recently. The problem was, I didn’t believe she’d be open to having the discussion, and the last thing I wanted to do was get into an argument.
“Just club shit,” I lied. Whether or not she believed me, I couldn’t say, because I hopped off the bed to use the bathroom before she could press me about it. “If you want, I can drop you off at your sister’s. But you can’t stay long because we don’t wanna miss our flight.”
We were headed back to California this afternoon for almost two weeks. It’d been some time since we celebrated Christmas with everyone.
“Okay.”
When I reentered the bedroom, she was rooting through the closet, tossing clothes onto the mattress, deciding what to wear. The woman had more clothes than anyone I knew, and even though she denied having a shopping addiction, a fact I stopped disputing a long time ago because I had more than enough money to support her habit, she always complained she had nothing to wear. Once she’d settled on an outfit, she snatched her white silk robe and sauntered toward the bathroom. Our eyes held for a beat as she passed me, and for a moment, I wished to be suspended in time. To stare at her for an eternity.
I tore my gaze from hers and turned toward the door. “I’ll wait for you downstairs,” I called over my shoulder, thoughts from earlier invading at lightning speed.
In truth, the only thing that would wash them away would be an answer from Edana I wasn’t sure she’d ever give.
2
A firm slap to my upper back lurched me forward, the lip of my bottled beer smacking against my two front teeth.
“What the fuck, man?” I growled, droplets of alcohol splattering on my chin. We’d arrived in California a few hours ago. Edana wanted to take a nap, so I came here to the clubhouse.
