Through the haze, I was aware of his dick rubbing against mine and our tongues snaking.
“I can take more,” he panted. The lube and the friction of our bodies colored the air with erotic sounds. And his throaty voice was making it harder not to fall apart.
“Fuck, Rico, that’s so fucking sexy.” My heart thudded against his as his lashes brushed my cheeks. We were close. So fucking close. And I was going to come all over him. I buried another finger inside him and forgot how to breathe when he fucked against me harder.
His needy little moans came before his teeth were nipping at every inch of skin he could reach.
My shoulder.
My neck.
My bottom lip.
All I heard was “yes” repeatedly before our shared release painted my stomach. Rico rode my hand until he stopped quivering then hid his face in my chest.
My fingers were still deep inside of him. His legs were still locked with mine. I had no plans of moving anytime soon, and relief hit me when he didn’t move either.
His sweet kisses covered my shoulder, and his voice came out as a light rumble that sent chills over my skin. “Thank you.”
SEPTEMBER
Karma
Saturday, September 20, 2025
The cafe at the back of Alexander’s Gourmet Grocery was quiet and smelled like a little slice of heaven.
Picking this place had been strategic. Mr. Tiny was at the front of the store, and there for moral support. And if my mother wanted to resort to calling me names, I could just get up and walk away.
I wasn’t in the mood for theatrics and prayed the woman in front of me wasn’t either.
Yvette Donovan cleared her throat, her focus trained on me.
“I owe you an explanation.” Her voice was tight, cautious.
“No, you owe me an apology.” I leaned back and crossed my arms. “But an explanation would be appreciated too.”
My mom eyed me warily as I picked at the shaved coconut on my strawberry toast.
With her purse in her lap and her hands folded on top of it, she looked like she was in somebody’s frigid waiting room instead of having breakfast with her daughter.
“I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”
Progress.
“I should have kept them to myself and prayed you grew out of it.”
Aw, hell.
“My relationship isn’t a phase I need to grow out of.”
“Of course, you think that now but just wait until you’re ready to start a family. You’ll have to explain to your child’s school why there are three dads on all the registration forms. A-and?—”
“I appreciate your concern for your hypothetical grandchildren and their future teachers, but Onyx Cove is a small island, I’m sure the teachers will know and not give a fuck by the time my child makes it to their class.”
My stomach soured along with the taste on my tongue.
“You’re the only one who seems to care, and I would ask you why that is, but I realized in the last two months, your opinion of me doesn’t stop anything.”
