“I’m a man with means.” He winked at her and she rolled her eyes. “But real shit. I’m trying something new. I don’t want the type who sees what I can do more than who I am. I want a woman who can appreciate a home-cooked meal. I mean, I can’t cook for shit, but I hope she can.”
Vega kept his focus on Nyelle as he waited and she easily caught the hint. “I can do a little something.”
“Bet. You’ll have to show me soon.”
“We’ll see. Are you close to your family? Your brother’s wife cooked food for you and your date, so I assume you are.”
Vega chuckled at how she said date, like it was random and could have been anyone. “Yeah, we’re close. It’s just my brother and me. He’s been married to Paris for over half my life, so she’s family. It doesn’t get any closer than that.”
“I don’t really have family. It’s just my mom and me. She loves me, though, so I appreciate her. She helps a lot with Nick.”
“What about your pops?” Vega loved his, but they weren’t close.
Noel Orr bailed on him when he handed over the business to Ace and basically said fuck family. Their mom had passed and Noel had moved on with a twenty-something who wanted to travel the world and not raise a teenage son. Vega resented his father’s decision when he was younger but appreciated thefreedom. The older he got, the angrier he became about his father’s absence, but he learned to deal and didn’t try to change it.
“My parents didn’t work. My dad and I are okay but not really close. He’s remarried, and his wife hates the fact that I exist, so he lives by happy wife, happy life, and stays away from me.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah, damn is right. But it’s cool. I’m good without him. Are you close to your parents?”
“Was with my mom, but she passed. Shit with my pops is complicated.” He looked down at Nyelle, hoping she would leave it alone, and she did.
“But you’re close to Ace?”
“Yeah, him more than anybody, but that’s complicated too.” Vega grinned at Nyelle, knowing his life was a complicated mess of secrets and lies.
“Everything about you is complicated, I see.”
Vega nodded in agreement before his eyes met hers. “Everything but this. This…” He paused and tilted her chin so that he could kiss her. “Feels easy.”
“So, you’re calling me easy?” Nyelle was well aware that he wasn’t, but she couldn’t resist.
“Beingwith you is easy. The other version of that doesn’t fit you at all.”
But I let you between my legs.
Before the thought could fully process, Vega responded like he read Nyelle’s mind. “Doing what you feel is not being easy. Besides, you were dreaming. I simply made it happen for you.”
“I wasn’t thinking about that.”
He chuckled and looked down at Nyelle, calling her out on her lie.
“I wasn’t.” Her voice hiked slightly while accompanied by a grin.
“It’s all I can think about. If I concentrate hard enough, I can still taste you on my tongue.”
Nyelle’s clit pulsed at the thought. She had her own memories as a reminder.
“I’m not going to entertain that. Instead, I’m going to move on to another topic.” Her delivery was strained because she was struggling with the idea of his head between her legs and his lips on her…
“So, ask me something, then.” Vega smiled, well aware that she was just as affected by the memory. He was damn good at working his tongue, so there was no possible way she wasn’t.
“What’s wrong with you?” Nyelle pulled away from his side and sat up, tucking her feet under her butt after she lifted onto her knees, pressing her fists into the sofa.
Vega admired the way her breasts pushed together, offering a little more exposure due to the deep V cut of her shirt.
“A lotis wrong with me. I’m a man, baby. Not a typical man, but still a man. I’m sure there is a list of shit that you would have an issue with.” He waited while Nyelle rolled her eyes.
