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“It ain’t fair!” He fists his dick harder. Again, I beg him to slow down, too greedy for the final chapter. For him to come undone and the night to end.
“Slow, Leith. My lips wrap around you, tongue teasing and flicking as I work you downslowly.”
“Hmmm,” he groans in a tone I can’t resist.
“My tonsils vibrate across—”
“I’m gonna cum,” He threatens. “Ye do that thing with yer gorgeous mouth and tonsils.”
I pant. Just his one word, “cum,” has sent my body shattering. I grunt a second orgasm. Leith’s powerful hips jerk. The full force of him working his cock has me drinking down the pool of lust in my mouth. Hot, searing seed goes flying. Leith drops the phone, breath ragged. My head kisses the pillow.
“Chevelle.” He breathes my name, his handsome face coming into view. Dark blonde tufts of hair fall into his wild eyes.
“I miss you already.” I pant, bottom lip curled.
While running his forearm across his face, Leith mutters, “Damn, I need to go wash my hands. Hen, when I get home.”
The muscles play at his square jaw, a subtle promise of the next beautiful lie I’ll agree to. For instance, we’ll purchase a home in Silicon Valley.
“I’ll be waiting for you.” I smile, loving every inch of my husband, deception and all.
“Sleep well, hen.”
“Goodnight, my crazy Scot.”
We hang up.
Ten minutes later, I’ve cleaned up and changed into more appropriate pajamas for the lonely night.
In the dark, I curl into a ball on Leith’s side of the bed, clutching his pillow. His faint woodsy, masculine scent curls around me. I draw in a deep breath, ceasing the torment of my parents. Was Momma impassive while wrapped in Daddy’s arms but longing for the preacher? Was my dad blindsided, or had he marinated in fury until he hit a final boiling point?
The screen of my phone illuminates the darkness with notifications. “Stop the madness,”I grouse. Stirring into a seated position, I grab the iPhone from the nightstand. Ten missed calls—all from Michie.
Just as I’m about to try his number, the cell phone lights up again. I answer his call immediately. “Hey, you okay?”
“Finally, you answer. I was beginning to assume Leith had blocked me from calling you since your night with Justice. I should’ve waited to make sure the Uber would pick you up. She told me you all got a ride from some guy you hate.”
“What else she tell you, Michie? Or do you still know who's at the top of my shit list?”
He laughs softly. “That brother’s been the pinnacle of your arguments over all the years I’ve known you, Chevelle. The only reason I’d miss your smile on occasion.”
“You mean the customers,” I advise.
“Sure. But since we’ve broached the topic of your husband. Should I have reached out to Leith prior to calling you?”
With an exasperated huff, I settle against the custom headboard. “Excuse me?”
He sighs. “For permission. Since you’ve answered to his every command after you married your high school sweetheart out of the blue.”
“Notout of the blue.” I clear my throat.
“That’s what you say, although, you were singing a different tune when you called it off. Now that I’ve had the last word on that topic, I need you, Chevelle.”
“What’s Skinny Buddha need from me?”
He scoffs. “I addressed your insults the other night.”
I stifle a yawn with my finger then reply, “Wait a minute? Where’s the incivility? The comeback? You really, really need me. Say it.”
