“Krew.” Regina arched her back, and it took every bit of restraint in me not to shove my dick inside her wet heat, and claim her as mine.
Even though being with Regina felt right, I was coming to realize that loving her with my cock without Decker being here with us… It didn’t sit well with me. Not for our first time, anyway.
“Regi,” I began to say, hoping she wouldn’t be upset that I didn’t want to love her without Decker.
She touched my cheek. “I know. I want him here too. But…” A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye and I understood what she hadn’t said.
Regina was afraid of Decker. His belligerent behavior around her made it hard to trust him. Still, I silently celebrated. She, too, felt the missing piece of us—that we were more than just childhood friends. That we had reconnected to what we three had all those years ago. My Regi was finally seeing us as a whole.
I relaxed and focused on loving her in my own way.
I slid down her body, until my knees were bent and on the bedroom floor. I spread her legs wider and smiled, inhaling her sweet heady scent. Without a doubt, despite her previous lies, Regina wanted me.
I didn’t hesitate to dive into her slick folds. I licked from her clit down past the slit, lapping up her liquid heat. Then I clamped down on her bud and drew it in gently at first, then I sucked harder.
“Oh—Jesus—yes,” she groaned. If I had hair, Regina would have yanked at it.
Releasing her clit, I trailed the tip of my tongue around the bundle of nerves while I coated my fingers with her nectar. “I’m going to eat you until I get my fill, Regi,” I declared.
“Krew!”
I clamped my mouth around her clit again and with one finger, I slid into her slowly and then withdrew, repeating the movement until a loud wanton moan left her lips.
“More.” She dug the heels of her feet into my back and drove herself upwards.
At her insistence, I glided a second finger inside her, then three. Pumping in and out while I sucked and laved her until she needed to come.
Regina began to tremble and I knew she was close. “I want you to come on my tongue. I want to taste you—lap you up—and get off, knowing I’m the one that sent you over the edge, Regi.”
My teeth clamped onto her clit while I reached up and pinched both her nipples, hard.
“Krew,” Regina screamed, and a familiar sizzle at the base of my spine went straight to my balls. I came right along with her, while my fingers kept plunging into her slick pussy. Not once did I pull my mouth off her cunt as I drank up her essence.
I slowly stood, went to the tiny bathroom and cleaned myself up. After wetting a washcloth, I gently cleaned her, then the side of the mattress where I’d spilled my seed, and then tossed the cloth into the laundry basket.
When I returned, I found Regina languid, her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing slow and even. Damn, she’d fallen asleep on me. A smile crested my lips as I watched her.
Carefully, I eased in beside Regina, about to pull her close, when a soft ping came from my phone—in the back pocket of my jeans lying the floor.
Thank Christ Regina fell asleep. If she knew I still had my phone, she’d be pissed. Decker took her phone away for safety—so it couldn’t be tracked. The real reason was she threatened to call Maya to find out if she was involved with Jess’s dealings with Kane.
The phone pinged again, then rang. Damn it, I knew that ring tone. It was Teke’s. I debated for a moment if I should ignore it, except knowing my asshole brother, he’d either keep on texting or calling until I answered the phone.
I got up from the bed, covered Regina with the blanket and grabbed my jeans. I stepped out into the hallway, closed the door and retrieved my phone from my back pocket. As I slid my finger across the screen, I got another text message.
Teke: Where are you motherfucker?
Teke: You better answer me!
Teke: Dad’s sick. I had to bring him to the hospital.
I wasn’t sure if I should believe him. Teke had used that excuse before to get me to respond. Was he telling the truth this time?
Me: What happened?
Teke: Where are you?
Me: Don’t worry about it. What’s going on with Dad?
