“You sure?”
“Yes. I want you. I’m okay,” she insisted.
I tucked my knees under her and lifted her to rest on my legs as I ground into her. The arch of her back as she moaned and the burn of her nails dragging along my arms fed the fire begging to escape from under my skin.
She let out a soft “fuck” and I just about lost it. She wanted me to nut right then.
Water splashed against us with each stroke. Each droplet highlighting her perfect skin, the glow that never seemed to leave her, so smooth and fucking irresistible. My lips crashed into hers as I pulled her closer. She let out a light moan then pulled away.
I grabbed her neck and gave it a light squeeze. Shit had her biting her bottom lip again. Her eyes were low and lazy. Teleporting us to our own realm.
The sputter of her breath. The knot in her throat as she held onto whatever breath she had left. The slight tilt of her head as if she was begging me to squeeze harder. She enticed me to grant her wish.
She let out a moan that made chills roll across my skin. My hand cupped her chin and she kissed me hungrily. I felt her adjusting in my lap, so I pulled away to let her do whatever she wanted. Her feet planted onto the mat and she took control of our rhythm.
Fuck.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Brandy Noel
I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING with a queasy stomach and my head in the toilet. My cellphone rang endlessly. I was so sure it was Armond calling to see what I wanted for breakfast since he left twenty minutes ago. He insisted on the cook doing something for us, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle any aroma that usually enticed me. I was barely keeping it together smelling the cleaning products that were often used to spruce up this place. I wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep the day away.
It was quite unusual how I instantly felt better after throwing up the night before but now here I was unable to keep anything on my stomach. No food from the night before nor the wine; just this clear, filmy mess that seemed to never end.
I sat up and belched, then I was coughing and throwing up again. I got up on my feet and slowly rose to stand and got so queasy I was right back over the toilet. I didn’t know if I was vomiting from the food I had the day before or from the events that happened while I was trying to enjoy my food. It was all too fast, and even though the adrenaline of it all had passed, it seemed like my stomach was finally catching up.
“Honeybee?” Armond called out from the entrance. I heard the slam of the front door then the footsteps that followed. Either my head was still spinning or I heard more than one set of footsteps coming my way.
“I’m in here,” I called out weakly.
It only took a few more seconds before he joined me alongside my sister and a nurse?
“Still in the same spot I left you, honeybee? That’s not good. Look…” He sighed. “When you didn’t pick up after the third time I went ahead and called your sis then I took the initiative to call our family doctor. This is Dr. Hanna. She’s going to figure out whatever…” He waved his hand over me and the toilet. “…that is.”
He scrunched his face and I couldn’t help but giggle. That was short lived because it caused me to heave and burp very loudly. It smelled horrendous.
“Oh my gosh.” I covered my mouth. “I am so sorry.”
“Yeah, sis, no more liquor for you. That shit smells like a fishbowl gone all the way wrong. What the fuck?” Chardonnay said as she waved her hand to push the smell away.
I burped once more then regurgitated into the toilet. I heard the shuffle of movement behind me and the warmth of Armond’s touch met my back as he softly rubbed it. That extra ounce of comfort and warmth helped my stomach calm the heck down. I still felt nauseous but not nearly as urgent as a few minutes prior.
“It’s alright, honeybee. I’m right here,” he assured.
Once I felt the tingle in my cheeks go away, I rested my head on his bicep. Chardonnay handed me a cool cloth and I wiped my face then my mouth. I mumbled a thank you and used Armond as a brace to finally stand.
Dr. Hanna’s hand met my back to help stabilize me. Armond shot her a look and she quickly took a couple of steps back.
“You can set up in the dining room. I’ll bring her in once she brushes her teeth and changes,” Armond instructed.
She simply nodded then went about her business. Chardonnay nodded like she was impressed and followed us into the bedroom without saying a word. It seemed like Armond liked it that way and she immediately peeped it. I assumed she got permission to enter his room because he didn’t rebut the intrusion.
“Her closet is over there, Nay Nay. Grab something comfy and easy to take off if necessary,” Armond said, pointing her in the right direction.
“You got it,” she replied.
Armond eased me up once we entered his en suite and my hands planted on the sink. My legs were wobbly, but he held me firmly and wouldn’t let go. He slowly slid his hands around my waist and rested them on my tummy. I leaned against him and stared at us in the mirror.
