Page 29 of Sinful King
She turned a little after a second and smiled at me.
“Oh, hey. I didn’t think you were staying here tonight.”
And then her smile disappeared and she turned away.
“Would you prefer—”
“I’d prefer you stop being mad,” she cut in, standing. “You probably want to shower, right? Can we talk when you’re finished?”
I tried to focus but her robe was open and everything I loved about her body on display.
That pretty ass dark skin, long toned limbs and curves that came with age. Twenty-nine year old Blair had really grown up and spread out.
Every version of her was my type.
“Yeah,” I agreed, forcing my eyes away. “When I’m finished I’ll come find you.”
But when I emerged from the bathroom about forty minutes later, a towel wrapped around my waist, there she was.
“I know you said you’d find me, but this place isn’t that big.”
It was big enough for her to stay clear until I was ready but we both knew me keeping my distance was an excuse.
She made it hard for me to think, hard for me to stay mad. All we’d had was a twenty minute conversation hours ago and I still felt wired up about it.
“I put clothes out for you…” she tipped her head toward the t-shirt, basketball shorts, and boxer trio at the edge of the bed. “Or…” I lifted an eyebrow and she got up and walked toward me. “Look, I know we aren’t on the greatest terms, but I’ve missed you so much and I’m craving your touch. You can be mad, I deserve it, but does that mean we can’t fuck? That you can’t fill my cup a little tonight? I just… need you, Oisin.”
The desperation in her voice, stirred that same feeling inside me.
I hadn’t touched another woman but her since seventeen. And that pussy got better with time.
Because even though we’d been separated by distance for almost ten years, Blair and I always found time to see each other and get our fill.
It’d been much harder to do lately with the trafficking debacle at the Dock in Philly, Finnegan getting shot and a host of other issues that needed my undivided attention.
I missed and needed her, too.
Craved her touch just as bad.
I wanted to fuck her senseless but make her suffer all the same.
Fuck it.
“We don’t have t—”
Blair’s lips parted as my fingers curled around her neck.
“We can’t get back to us until you tell me everything.”
I tightened my grip, giving her what she needed before I took it all away.
“You know how much I hate being out of the loop,” I murmured, guiding her fine ass to the bed. “But especially when it comes to you. Am I not worthy of knowing the big and small shit, Amoy?”
It was a little dramatic on my part but I didn’t give a fuck. My obsession with Blair ran deep and every part of me wanted to be in tune with every part of her.
“O-Oisin…”
Her breathlessness made my dick brick up something fierce. Gently, I removed the pressure and stroked her throat.
