Joi felt her chest tighten. He had never so much as offered the option for her to meet his mother or sister. Maybe things weren’t as good as she assumed. “We’re just friends.”
Priscilla smiled softly and this time she actually took Joi in. She was pretty, but she expected that. “You’re more than friends, sweetheart. You’re here at my house and in my daughter’s room. East is not the type to expose people to the darkest parts of his life. I’m that darkness and he brought you here. You’re important to him. Don’t confuse his actions or lack of words to mean you’re not.”
Joi blushed, unable to find comfort in what she was hearing. “I’m not, I mean I know he cares.”
Again, his mother chuckled. “And apparently, so do you. I can see it all over you. I lost that a long time ago. That ability to love, to truly feel happy,. She shook her head, shutting her eyes briefly. “Stay with my son and you will never experience that void. Despite what he comes from, he’s a good man. He will never take you through the things I’ve been through.” She laughed sarcastically, shaking her head again. “I can’t even love my kids the way I need to because I can’t love myself. He broke me and I let him.”
“I’m sorry I don’t understand.” Joi was lost; she had no idea what to say.
Priscilla looked Joi right in her eyes, having no idea why she was about to bare her soul to a complete stranger. It didn’t make sense, but she had to say the things she had never admitted to anyone ever. Not even to herself. After years of talking about her past, not even the people who counseled and medicated her had heard her admit what she was about to admit to Joi. She had confided in them about the abuse but never how her son was conceived.
“Do you know how hard it is to love the best part of you and hate it at the same time?”
Joi stared blankly but didn’t speak, so Priscilla continued. “Eastland’s father raped me. I was nineteen years old, and when I found out I was pregnant, I told my parents and begged them to let me get an abortion. They refused. My father is a minister and my mother chooses not to have a voice. They made me marry him. Our families knew each other and they all made excuses for him and made me marry him.” Sucking in a deep breath, she shut her eyes. When she opened them again, tears escaped.
“I’m damaged because I married the man who raped me. For thirteen years I relived that experience until I finally lost it. East had to witness his mother lose her mind and shut down and he’s seen it multiple times since then. To this day, East doesn’t know why. He’s just there to do what he needs to do. I can’t tell him why. I can’t tell him that the reason is because his father was a monster. My son was born in darkness and that’s my fault. Not only did he rape me, but I married him.”
“What the fuck did you just say?”
The deep, angry voice echoing from the hallway caused Joi and Priscilla’s heads to snap quickly in that direction. East stood in the doorway, fists clenched and eyes dark, waiting for confirmation that he was wrong about what he heard. But the second his mother dropped her head, he knew and all he could do was turn and walk away.
27
“Ny, you’re being loud as hell right now.”
Vega lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder toward her bedroom door. It was locked but he was still concerned. Things were cool with their new situation but that didn’t mean he wanted Nick to walk in on him while he had his face buried between his mother’s legs.
“Oh God, sorry,” Nyelle panted, pushing his head back down between her thighs. She was so close to peaking that it pissed her off that Vega stopped to bring up her being too expressive. How could she not? His tongue was magic and those full lips that had just been teasing the rest of her body were now working in combination with his tongue to send her into euphoric bliss. “He can’t hear anything. This place is sol... sol... shit… solid.”
Vega smirked and finished Nyelle off. The second her body began to pulse and jerk through her orgasm, he was on his feet again, pulling her to the edge of the bed, grateful that the condom was already in place. His dick was so hard Vega regretted his decision not to get his first nut out the way before he dove between her legs. This had been a long time coming and damn if he wasn’t ready.
“Wait, hold on. Let me?—"
“Nah, fuck that. I’ve been waiting. I waited last night since your drunk ass crashed on me. I should have woken you up with the dick, but I decided to let you sleep off that high. I wanted you sober and fully aware the first time you received me.” With a smug grin, Vega yanked Nyelle a little more until she was hanging off the bed, but he quickly elevated her hips enough to ease into her nice and slowly. His eyes shut immediately from the way she welcomed him in.
Nyelle gripped the sheets and turned her head while piercing her bottom lip with her teeth because of the intrusion. She had felt Vega’s thickness more times than she could count but to feel him inside her was an entirely different level of satisfaction. Her body wanted to welcome him in and reject him at the same time.
“Got damn, girl. You’re really trying to fuck up my life, aren’t you?” Vega groaned once he was in so deep there was nowhere else for him to go. He took a moment to get his head right before he pulled out then filled her again. The soft tortured moan that left Nyelle’s lips was his newfound motivation. With a slow, steady pace, he worked Nyelle, his fingers digging into her hips to give him leverage. Much like Nyelle, Vega’s mind was blown, but for a different reason. As much as she hated Reese now, there had been a time when she loved him. Sex with emotions was the ultimate high and Nyelle was Vega’s first experience with that high. He was lost and wanted to run but loving the feel and needing to stay at the same time.
“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath as he looked down at her body while he penetrated her center with long, deep strokes. The feel was so damn good that he wanted to rush to the finish line, but he couldn’t. He had to experience Nyelle for as long as he could. The way her full breasts bounced every time he hit her deep, the way her teeth clenched when he eased in andout of her, the way her eyes were low when they met his was everything.I fucking love this girl and I just met her.
He smiled to himself and shook away the thought, at least for the moment. He would deal with that later. Right now, his focus was on making sure they both came before Nick was up and looking for his mother’s time.
An hour later Vega was pulling his shirt over his head and checking his watch. It was just after six and Nyelle had an hour or so before she had to be up and moving to get ready for work but didn’t look like she had any intentions of doing so.
“You good?” Vega sat on the side of the bed and kissed Nyelle’s shoulder. After their session, they showered together and dressed. Nyelle crawled back in bed while Vega prepared to leave. This was new and he didn’t want to impose and have Nick waking up to another man in their home. Nyelle didn’t have to ask Vega to leave, he made the decision on his own.
“Mmmhmm.” Nyelle was more than good. Regardless of the throb between her legs and the soreness in her body from bending in ways she hadn’t in years, she felt better than she had in months. Not only was Vega a man of his word when it came to his actions, but he also didn’t disappoint when it came to handling her body. She smiled at the thought before turning to face him. “I feel like shit and today will be one of my longest days at work. I should be upset with you but I’m not.”
Vega chuckled at the slow pout that eased onto her face. “How are you gonna be upset with me for blessing you with the best dick you ever had, Pretty Ny?”
“Arrogant ass,” she mumbled, inching closer to him. Vega leaned over her body and pressed a kiss to her temple.
“For good reason though. I earned that shit.” He smirked then kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m about to be out though. I don’t want your shorty waking up and seeing me.”
Nyelle smiled, always appreciating the way Vega considered what was best for her son. “Thank you but we can all hang out later if you’re not busy.”
Vega’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he removed it, realizing it was Dix. He ignored the call and shot him a text that he would hit him up in a few before he answered Nyelle.
