“I needed to see you tonight, though.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to her neck. “I needed to feel you too, Snoop. Badly, baby. Please.”
She moaned into him, her arms wrapping around him before she could think better of it.
“I’ll leave before they get up,” he promised, kissing his way to her lips. On them he whispered, “I swear.”
So much for that.
He didn’t even get up from sleep on his own that morning. To Rylee’s surprise, he was still asleep when she awoke before him.
With eyes barely opened, Rylee nudged him gently. “Xander… baby, get up.”
He groaned.
“Uh-uh.” She shook her head, bringing her fingers to her eyes to rub. “You gotta get up.”
“Aight,” he rasped. “I’m up, I’m up.”
“Good, I’ll be in the bathroom.”
After slipping out of bed and taking a quick trip to her en suite to brush her teeth and freshen up, she returned to see he hadn’t gotten up like he said he would. Instead, he’d turned off his stomach and onto his back, still asleep.
So, Rylee tried what she knew would get him up.
She pulled back the covers and stared down at Xander in the nude. One arm up over his eyes, masterfully sculpted physique making him look like a tatted Calvin Klein model in one of those 90s ads plastered on billboards.
“Xander,” she called, her eyes locked in on perfectly dark coiled hairs around her favorite seat. “Xander.”
No answer.
Rylee smirked, slipping in next to him again, but instead of relaxing on the pillow beside him, she grabbed his flaccidness, wasting no time guiding him into her mouth with one slow suction of her cheeks.
“Mmm,” Xander moaned in his sleep. “Damn.”
Rylee kept her eyes on him as she slid him in and out between her lips.
Eyes still closed, he found the top of her head, his hand landing on her braids that were gathered at her crown in a bun. He set the rhythm of her bobbing, pressing the back of his head into the pillow beneath him, his mouth falling open a second later.
“Mmm, baby, baby, Yesss.”
Rylee smiled on his growing erection, abruptly sliding him free from her mouth. “Now, get your ass up.”
“Yooo!” Xander laughed, grabbing the pillow she slept on to cover his face and groan into. “You’re so foul for that.”
Rylee kissed her teeth and dropped herself flat onto the mattress.
Her head fell to the side, eyes landing that way and glimpsing the photo of Lennox on her night table.
She’d intentionally kept his photos in just about every room of the house. It was important to her that her kids knew who Daddy was. To her, it was the least she could do.
From upstairs she could hear their laughter and conversation down in the kitchen, and her heart ached.
This was good, this was supposed to be good.
Then why wouldn’t her heart agree?
She rolled over on her stomach and took Lennox’s photo off the night table, placing it on the bed within view.
“Things are changing, Lenny,” she spoke to the photo. “I’m sorry.”
