My stomach contracted making me toot my ass up in the air a bit. He reached around me and began to strum my clit as he sexed me savagely. “Lucciano, fuck!”
My body quivered as he placed kisses on the nape of my neck, along my shoulder blade, and on my back. God, I hoped him and his girlfriend wouldn’t get back to together because only being able to get the D once or twice from him would be inhumane. I needed that in my life. Lucci snatched himself out of me.
“Put that ass in the air.”
I wasted no time doing as he requested. The moment I was on my knees, he smacked my ass cheek then slid back into me. “I’m ‘bout to fuckin’ bust,” he grunted. “I want to shoot this shit all over your ass. Can I do that?”
“You can do whatever you want to, baby.” Lucci was stroking me so hard and fast that my words came out choppy, but he heard me loud and clear.
“I can do whatever I want to?” he asked as he grabbed a handful of my hair.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“So after I bust this nut, I can flip your ass back over and fuck you some more? Then go to sleep and fuck you again in the morning?”
“Yes, baby,” I cried as orgasm number three ripped through me like a tornado.
“Fuck,” Lucci roared like a wild animal as his warm seed shot all over my ass cheeks. I was breathing hard as hell, my legs were shaking, and my vagina was aching, but I had never felt better.
The next day, I couldn’t stop smiling if I tried. Lucci and I had sex four times. I had so many orgasms that I lost count. We were only able to get about two hours of sleep in before checkout time. More than the sex, it was the way we parted. Before I could open the door, he turned me around, peered into my eyes the way he had a habit of doing, like he was searching for answers. Then placed a light kiss on my lips. He continued to stare as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “Talk to you later.” Every time that moment replayed in my mind, I got chills.
I was exhausted, but I had a few errands to run. I took a shower at the hotel, however, it didn’t really count because I put the same clothes back on. I knew as soon as I got home, I was going to shower again and practically fall into bed. My entire body was sore in the most pleasant way. Lucci had worked out my entire body.
I hadn’t been sexed good in years, and it was just the remedy for some wonderful sleep. “Hey,” I heard a female voice behindme as I walked out of the UPS store. The woman didn’t sound sure, so I turned around to see who she was talking to.
As soon as I saw her, I recognized her. She was the one with Lucci that day at Tyler’s wake. There had been quite a few people in attendance, but of course, she stood out to me. “Hey,” I answered slowly wondering why she was stopping me.
“This might seem weird,” she smiled sheepishly. “But I remember you from Tyler’s wake. I also know that you’re in a car club, and I think that’s so cool. I’m actually thinking of getting a Hellcat, so I can join.”
My brows hiked. “You like Hellcats? ‘Cus if not, you can find other car clubs around. There’s one for black women with Jeeps. Or you could start your own.” What were the odds of this shit? I sleep with her man, and she wants to be a Hellcat Barbie. Just my luck.
“No, I really like them. For some reason, I always thought they were boy cars,” she chuckled. “Seeing the way you guys get together and have fun, it just seems so cool. I don’t have much of a social life at all. I keep telling myself that I need to get out more and meet new people.”
Just that fast, the Universe had pissed me the hell off. Real bad. Why was this woman as sweet as she was in my face after I did all kinds of nasty things with her man? That wiped the cheesy grin off my face for sure.
“Oh okay, well, um, we’re always open to new members. When are you thinking about getting the car?” My body was growing uncomfortably warm. One thing I had never been was a fake bitch. I had taken this woman’s ex down, and here she was wanting to join my car club.
“I’ll more than likely make a for sure decision in a couple of days. I’ve been kind of down, and I want to make sure it’s not just a depression buy. Do you mind if I ask how you knew Tyler?”
“Um, he was friends with my friend.”
“Do you know his brother, Lucci?”
My brows hiked. I wasn’t sure why it mattered if I knew him or not. Did she know about us, and had this entire conversation been some bullshit just so she could question me? I wasn’t going to tell her more than she needed to know, but I wasn’t going to completely lie.
“Yes. I’m a real estate broker. He reached out to me for help at one point.”
The woman’s eyes widened, and her jaw slacked. “Oh my God, this is such a small world. Yes, he told me about you. Breezy?”
Shorty was a ball of fucking sunshine, and she was making me feel worse. “Yes,” I forced a smile.
“My name is Kiandra. Lucci is my boy” my heart slammed into my ribcage as she spoke. “Well, he was my boyfriend. I don’t know what we are now.” She gave me a sad smile. “Anyway, that’s not important. I purchased a ticket to the brunch. By then I will have made up my mind.”
“That’s awesome. Let me know. It was very nice meeting you.”
“Same.”
I walked back to my car not knowing whether to laugh or scream. As long as he was single, I had plans to get the taste sexed out of my mouth by Lucci every chance that I got. My car club wasn’t just a hobby. It was a sisterhood. We didn’t do that funny acting shit. Of course, we all weren’t besties, but we didn’t do that talk about a person behind their back and smile in their face type of thing. Kiandra seemed like a genuinely nice person. And I could tell she loved Lucci. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
