“Move,” I croaked out, swallowing. “Move back.”
I was trapped between the counter in front of me and the wall of muscle behind me. Instead of moving as I asked…instead of obliging, Shad pushed into me further, his breath tickled the back of my neck.
Shad took a step back, letting out a low, dark chuckle. “I bet that pussy leaking. That pearl throbbin, ain’t it?”
“Fuck you,” I said through gritted teeth.
I was pissed off. Pissed that he played me and pissed because my body had reacted to him how it did, and I was heated because his body was no longer on mine.
Shad slapped my ass lightly and asked again, “What you cookin’?” He hopped on the counter, long, hairy, tatted legs hanging.
“French toast, eggs, and bacon,” I answered from a dry throat.
“Bet.” Shad rubbed his stomach as I cracked eggs with a shaky hand. He was making me nervous. “Can you go play the game or something?”
A sheepish grin spread on his face. “I make you nervous, bookie butt?”
I stopped what I was doing and almost cracked my own smile. Instead, I gave Shad anigga, pleaselook. He jumped down, and before he walked away, he smacked me on the ass again.
“That thang jiggles perfectly, Miss Daee. Oouwee.”
It was getting boring. The snow wasn’t letting up at all, and from what the news alert just said, it was dangerous even for the snowplow operators. The weather had dropped very dangerously, and all I could do was sit here on my phone, sleep, and possibly play the game if Shad let me.
Yawning, I sat up. “Do you have games? Uno? Monopoly? Charades?”
Shad, who was sprawled out on the opposite end of the couch instead of his normal spot on the beanbag, glanced away from his game to answer me.
“I have Uno cards that were left here by my sis.”
Shad chuckled. “You gon’ play by yo’self? I’m in the middle of a mission, baby.”
I rolled my eyes. “We can play later.”
Shad licked his lips and peered at me with a look in his eyes.
“We can play later…only if we play strip Uno.”
“Strip Uno?” I asked. He nodded slowly. “What the hell?”
“You lose, you take off a piece of clothing. Common fuckin’ sense, Daee,” he grumbled.
I looked down. “I only have on a shirt, bra, and your underwear. That’s not even fair! Not only that, why would I want you to see me naked, Shad? “
A brow raised. “Because the way I smelled your pussy earlier, I know you do.”
My face heated. I’d showered after breakfast just for that reason alone. Months of not being sexually active were easy for me, but the moment Shad pressed up against me, I was ready to fold like a lawn chair.
“It smelled good.”
I covered my face with my hands and stressed, “Oh my gaaaaaaad. Can we change the subject because…”
“You shy, Daee?”
“No! This is just going left.” I nervously laughed.
Shad squeezed my foot, smiling, then focused back on the game. My phone ringing in my hand gave me the perfect reason to hop off the couch for some space and privacy.
“This is my mama,” I rushed out, scurrying off.
