“What are you thinking?” he quizzed.
“I’m thinking that I want to stay in this moment.”
He licked his lips. “What you mean by that?”
“Us, getting along and getting to know one another. It feels good to be walking down this journey with you next to me rather than us apart.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I feel you.”
Lo kissed her once more, inciting his manhood to stiffen in his jeans.
“You wanna be my bad bitch right now?”
Bria grinned, as her center pulsed. “But what if your auntie catches us?”
“She won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know her. She’s cooking and there’s nothing more important right now than her food coming out perfectly. So, are you gon’ keep questioning me or you gon’ let me feel you?”
There was something so exciting about doing something she wasn’t supposed to do. Granted, they were adults, but she was sure his aunt wouldn’t like her riding Lo’s dick inside her house.
“What I tell you that my wife gotta be?”
“Fearless.”
“Now, pull out my dick.”
Bria slid her hands up to his belt buckle and unfastened it. Unzipping his zipper, she reached inside his boxers and pulled out her favorite friend. Her mouth watered as she stroked it with her hand, giving him a beautiful visual with her red nails.
“Push your panties to the side.”
Bria was so aroused that her sex thumped in anticipation. Lo’s love language was listening to him and now her love language was taking his direction. She sucked in a deep breath as she slid down on his erection. She couldn’t think of a better feeling than him filling her pussy with his girth. He pulled her breasts from her dress and pinched her nipples.
“Ride this dick like it’s yours.”
Bria planted her palms on his chest and did as he instructed.
Set It Off
The potent scent of marijuana infused the room. Smoke glided in the atmosphere as Ada’s gaze focused on the painting on the wall. She was in her feelings. Partly due to the weed she’d consumed and mainly because she was trapped in pure agony. For the last two decades, Ada roved through her existence feeling empty. She hadn’t been whole. Parts of her were broken to never be put back together. Her life was one big front. She was an actress who had so many years of experience that she didn’t know who she was anymore. The wigs, designer threads, and plastic surgery were all just bandages over her scars. These wounds ran so deep that they penetrated the three layers of skin. Her heart had been disfigured for years, and no one understood her pain. Not even Dax.
Ada continued gazing at the painting, taking in the three men that had come from her. God had used her as a vessel to bring Devyn, Meco, and Lo into the world. They were hers. No one could take claim over them except Dax. The thought of Maddy turning her son against her left her so bitter.
“That broke bitch,” she mumbled.
The bitterness had planted roots inside Ada, evoking weeds to fester in her spirit. She could be nasty and rude. Her attitude could’ve used an adjustment. Being broken had been an accessory Ada wore well over the years but now, she had reached her breaking point. Going to Lo’s wedding had been a dream until she got there and saw Maddy. The way she carried on asif Lo was her son triggered the hell out of her. Lo completely ignored her and Dax, which was expected. However, seeing him smile in Maddy’s face left her filled with a rage she couldn’t contain.
So, in true Ada fashion, she strutted over to Maddy and told her words she had been waiting to tell her for years.
‘Bitch, your karma is coming soon…’
It felt good allowing those words to release from her mouth. Maddy had done something that was unforgivable. She had caused division within her family and for that, Ada would never forgive her twin sister.
“Fuck this!”
Ada dabbed the blunt out in the ashtray and walked over to the cupboard. She pulled out her .22 and made her exit out the room. She thought about telling Dax where she was headed but he would only try to stop her. Exiting her home, she made the trek toward Devyn’s so she could get to her car. Walking inside, she noticed the kitchen staff making dinner and Tori seated at the island.
