“Give me that shit,” I coached. “Wet this dick up.”
Brion’s body jerked, but she never broke eye contact as she came. That shit was so intense, I almost came. I was starting to see that Brion was something special indeed. It was up to me to figure out how I was going to handle her. I could deal with her having three kids for sure. Her being who she was and the kind of mother she was, I wouldn’t mind her ready made family at all. Her ex was a fuckin’ fool for fumbling her.
“Good girl,” I grunted. “Good fucking girl.”
Brion went back to sucking on my neck and by the time she snaked her tongue into my mouth I was having an orgasm myself. Just like I hadn’t realized how much I missed Brion, I hadn’t realized how much I needed that release. After I came, Brion laid her head on my chest, and that was how we remained for at least ten minutes.
“You good?” I finally asked placing a kiss on her forehead.
“I am.” Lifting her head, she kissed me then eased up off me making my flaccid dick come out of her pussy. “I have to get up early in the morning.”
“Damn you just gon’ fuck me and leave, huh? I feel so cheap and used,” I jested making her laugh.
“Please cut it out. You know I’d stay if I could, but I have work in the morning and mommy duties.”
“I feel you. I just decided to try my hand at being a spoiled brat. It works for you ladies.”
“Not all the time.”
Brion left the bathroom door cracked, and I could hear her peeing. The toilet flushed, and she turned the water at the sink on. After about five minutes, she emerged from the bathroom. “You want me to do anything for you before I leave?”
“Nah, thanks for asking. It takes me a little longer to do everything, but I can pretty much still do everything on my own.”
Brion nodded her understanding. Leaning down, she cupped my face in her hands and pecked my lips. “Bye. I’m going to text you when I make it home.”
“No, you’re not,” I frowned. “You’re going to call me when you get in the car, and you’re going to talk to me the whole way home.”
There it was again. That bashful smile. “Okay if you insist.”
I puckered my lips indicating that I wanted another kiss, so she placed a loud smack on my lips. Of course, she beat me to the door. That was a given. One more kiss before she departed, and I went into the bathroom to flush the condom, piss, and clean myself up. By the time I was done, Brion was calling, and she talked to me her entire way home. I had started doing the corny shit that people did when they were falling in love and oddly enough, I wasn’t even mad at it.
CHAPTER 14
BRION
Breathinghard as hell and walking out to the parking garage, I rolled my eyes at my sister. “If it’s not you talking me into something lately, it’s London.”
My sister was breathing just as hard as I was, but she still managed to wag her tongue playfully and grin. All I could do was giggle.
I had agreed try hot Pilates with Josie. Despite the fact that I could barely pull oxygen into my lungs I had to admit that it was a great workout. However, it was too early for me to be tired as hell. I was going to be busy over the next few days, and I wasn’t even mad. I got some time in with Josie because I was about to be stretched thin. I was working from home for the next two days doing paralegal work. I also had makeup jobs lined up for the next five days straight.
I took a picture with London at the baby shower, and she posted it on social media. She also mentioned in the caption that I was her makeup artist. Since she posted that picture, I had seven new makeup requests and gained another hundred or so followers. But before that, the rapper whose makeup I did, did the same thing. She tagged me, and I was grateful because Iknew when celebrities paid for a service, they weren’t obligated to promote or tag the person that provided the service.
As bad as I wanted my own place, I felt a sense of sadness when I decided that it was time for me to start looking at apartments or houses. I actually preferred a house because I wanted the girls to have a yard to play in. But I would have to take what I could get and most importantly, what I could afford. A few people felt like I was crazy for not putting Corey on child support. He hadn’t bought anything for the girls or given me any money since I left him but thank God, I didn’t need him. I prayed that it continued to stay that way.
What I wanted people to understand was that I wasn’t purposely letting Corey off easy. I just didn’t want to deal with him, judges, or courtrooms. A part of me hoped he’d just do the right thing on his own. Corey was showing me with each passing day that he had no interest in doing things the easy way. The girls hadn’t heard from him, and I was willing to bet money he wasn’t going to get them this upcoming weekend. He hated the fact that when I didn’t have the girls, I was out having fun, and he was going to hurt the girls in an effort to stop me. It was alarming to me that I never noticed how lame he was.
Josie was driving, so when I settled into the passenger seat, I went to my notifications. After reading the message, my jaw slacked. “Oh my God, I have a bride that wants me to do her entire bridal party and her mother for her wedding. There are ten of them total, and she’s willing to pay today.”
“Sister, I told you everything was going to fall into place for you. When is the wedding?”
“In two months. And she’s ready to pay in full. Not just the deposit. This is crazy,” I grinned forgetting all about the workout that had just kicked my ass.
“Good things happen to good people,” my sister assured me.
My fingers moved swiftly as I responded to the woman’s message. Yes, I wanted my makeup career to take off, and I didn’t want to have to work two jobs. I wanted to be able to provide for my girls and spend time with them, but as long as I could continue to work from home when I wanted, I even planned to hang onto my job as a paralegal. The extra money came in handy and before the only job I had was one that wasn’t always consistent, I needed to have a hell of a cushion to rely on during slow weeks or months.
Once I responded to the message, I scrolled my explore page. I enjoyed the posts from people that I didn’t follow that the app showed me based on the pages I did follow and showed interest in. The main things I saw were baddies of course, posts from other makeup artists, book reviews from people that liked to read, fashion, and travel pages. I was scrolling slowly and almost went past a post that made me narrow my eyes. Thinking I was tripping, I brought the phone closer to my face.
