“Okay that’s enough,” Emani huffed, washing her hands and hopping on top of the counter. The taco shells were in the oven warming up. “I will not be hungover fuckin’ around with you.”
“You right. That pick up game is in the morning too,” Jahlil swapped the shots for water. “Why do you keep doing that?”
“Doing what?”
“Avoiding looking at me?”
Drunk tongues never lied and Emani found it hard to tell him anything other than the truth. “Because I’m trying to forget and remember at the same time what you feel like. Honestly, you this close to me is a bad idea.”
“It’s only a bad idea if I’m bad for you,” Jahlil commented, moving into her space, boxing her in. “Despite the bullshit, I’ve never been bad for you, E.”
“Jah…”
“If that’s what you want, you can have it.”
For a moment, she was lost in all that he was. His large, tattooed hand on her throat, squeezing just enough. Her head tilted back in anticipation of his lips on hers. On contact, she moaned. Her hand wrapping around his wrist, encouraging him to deepen it. Cognac-tainted tongues swiping over one another in a frenzy. Heat rising as his hands traveled down her body. Groping breasts, gliding into the shorts she wore, his long fingers finding her bare. His mouth still on hers. One finger pushed inside and a beautiful gasp pulled into her mouth, her wetness tightening around his finger.
Jahlil pushed another inside, her hips winding against them and then the timer sounded off. It zapped her drunken mind out of the haze. Emani broke their kiss and put her hands on his chest.
“Fuck. I can’t do it,” she groaned, tangled in the web of wanting him inside and wanting to be right.
Jahlil sucked her juices from his fingers and groaned. “He’s gotta get out my way.”
“Until then,” Emani huffed, wiggling off the counter and grabbing the oven mitt. “You got to take your tacos and go before I do some shit that’s going to make me fall back when it’s over.”
With haste, she fixed his tacos, shoved them into his chest and pushed him toward the door. With a grin on his face, Jahlil strolled to the door, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. “See you in the morning E.”
With every step he took away from her, it felt like her pussy was trying to crawl off her body and follow him.
“Oh, you shut up. About to get me in some shit I can’t get out of,” she muttered to herself. Once he was gone, she locked up, grabbed her taco and sat on the couch. Drunk and alone, she sighed. Maybe calling Malik would zap the feelings she held toward him. Maybe she’d run back into the box she hadn’t for the sake of familiarity. The drumming between her thighs silenced those thoughts.
“I guess you’ve spoken. At least can we keep the purring at a minimum until I call this engagement off?”
17 /EMANI
“Ssss,”she winced, lip nipped between her teeth. Every inch of her on fire. “Don’t stop.”
“E,” Jahlil groaned in her ear, so deep inside of her she felt as though he was going to split her open in the most delicious way possible. She’d been longing for this moment. For him, and finally, she’d let her inhibitions and worry fall to the wayside to have him again. “Emani.”
“Mmm,” she hummed.
“Emani.”
Another hum, another deep grind.
“Dammit, Emani!” her name being bellowed throughout the space and through the recesses of her mind forced her eyes open. No Jahlil. She was still fully clothed where she drifted off in a drunken stupor. Blurry vision clearing to find Donnée standing over her with a silly grin over her face.
Emani’s eyes shot around the living room and she covered her face in embarrassment. “Was I talking?”
“Mmhmm. You were moaning, too,” Donnée replied, trying to muffle her laughter. “If this is what you do lying next to Malik, I can understand why his ass is looking like Donald Duck all the damn time.”
Emani sat up and huffed. “That’s why this wasn’t a bright idea.”
“Then why are you here? In Jahlil’s clothes?”
“I’m here because I wanted to show Malik I will do what I want when I want and I subsequently walked into some shit I really can’t ignore, or bury, or forget, or pretend. All six foot nine of it is in my face every day.”
“And in your dreams…” Donnée added. “He was here with you last night, question is what you let him do to you.”
