When his hand left her thigh and moved between them, she jerked and groaned in the back of her throat.
“One more, Mari.”
She sucked in a deep breath and smiled when his pace turned brutal. Heat pooled in her stomach again and traveled south. With his fingers working her clit, pinching and roughly rubbing across it, she could barely hang on. Her mind was taking another dive and her thoughts were scrambled. Her pussy clenched, making her very aware of the stretch delivered from the thickness of his dick as he rocked into her.
The only thing she could process was him. She could feel him everywhere. His mouth on her skin, his fingers roughly digging into her thigh, and his dick pushing into her cervix.
“Give me that, Mari.”
She did.
Samari’s final orgasm came just as hard as the one before. Her body blazed and all the air rushed from her lungs. He lether fly but continued stroking her deep until he released seconds after he felt her muscles relax.
“Fuck…” he mumbled against her neck before he tucked her deeper into his chest and kissed her jaw. His arms locked her into his embrace with a reminder of what she was.
His…
“Areyou going to tell me where you went?” Samari’s body was tangled with Asao’s beneath the sheets. She was exhausted but her mind wouldn’t settle enough for her to sleep. That morning, when he’d kissed her on the forehead and said he would be gone for most of the day, she felt something was off. She didn’t get any texts or calls and when she texted Dom to see if she could hit the studio to record, just to keep her mind occupied, he’d responded that he would be out of pocket for most of the day and would hit her back when he could.
She didn’t bother trying Niles because not knowing helped keep the crazy thoughts at bay. The three of them missing together was not something she wanted to think about. Now that Asao was home safely, she needed to know how their day had been spent.
“I was in Chicago…” he said coolly but kept his eyes on her. She knew immediately why and only nodded. Chicago Boars…Mase.
“Is everything okay?”
Asao kissed her shoulder then placed a hand on the side of her face, allowing his thumb to brush her cheek. She smiled because it was becoming their thing. His thing…
“What do you remember from that night?”
She tensed, shifting back, but he moved his arm to her waist and pulled her in closer with one of her legs between his.
“Before things went down. I don’t want those details, Mari. I’m trying my best not to take it there, but if I have them thoughts in my head, I’m gonna have to.”
“Then why do you want to know?”
His hand was on her face with that thumb in motion again. “He said y’all took ecstasy…”
“We did.” she defended, with her body tensing again. “But I’ve done that before and I always remembered what happened.
Asao’s jaw tensed. “Did Nefatari give you something?”
Samari frowned. “No, why?”
“He said he didn’t drug you and put that shit on her. I’m trying to figure this out because?—”
“You don’t need to figure it out. I just want to leave it alone,” she huffed and pulled away. He allowed her but only because he was on her again. This time, his body covered hers. While he balanced his weight on his forearms, they caged her head between them.
“They don’t get a fucking pass, baby. This is either handled legally or I’m delivering street justice. I know that’s not how you want me to get down, so I need to figure it out to see who’s catching charges.” His tone was even, soft but firm.
Samari stared at him for a moment then nodded. She had flashes of memories from that night. Things that didn’t make sense, so she tried not to think about it. But now that he was asking, she allowed her mind to go back to that night with a new perspective. Things that didn’t make sense then were starting to.
Nefatari handed her a bottle of water. The top was off but the bottle was full. She remembered Nefatari and Mase together, in the bed next to her, then Nefatari asking to use Samari’s phone because hers had died.
“Water,” she said quietly. “She gave me water.”
Asao nodded and lowered his face to kiss her. “I’m gonna handle it.”
“How?” She frowned, considering what handling it looked like for Asao. He smirked and kissed her again.
