“Fuck, Pumpkin, this pussy gets better every time I’m in it,” he confessed, kissing her lips.
Irish devoured her flavor, swiping his tongue. Noble’s strokes were slow until he picked up speed. Her legs were pinned back, providing him with deeper access. Within minutes, his muscles locked up as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
“Got damn,” he grumbled, pulsating inside her flesh.
After he’d released himself, Noble looked up at her. “I usually can go for another round but that pussy put me down.”
Irish cackled as he climbed off her then kissed her stomach. She loved when he did that or rubbed her belly until she fell asleep.
“Let’s take a shower.”
“Whatever you want, Papa.”
Nine
Cali sat at her desk, scrolling through Instagram, looking for a hairstylist. She’d managed to maintain her pixie by molding it down but she needed it styled. It had been a week since she moved to Diamond Falls, and she enjoyed the experience so far. The people were kind, and the vibe was fast paced. Her job was laidback with people who were very knowledgeable and respectful.
Douglas got her a car—a Lexus to be exact. Her furniture was set to arrive the following day. In the meantime, she’d been buying knick-knacks and sprucing up her place to her liking. It had been so many years since Cali lived on her own. She didn’t know what to do with her time. Being single was a huge contrast to the married life she once lived but she embraced it.
Cali noticed every time she posted a story on Instagram, Rio watched it. He’d be one of the first, and she couldn’t understand why he was suddenly keeping up with her. It was still fuck him. He’d crossed the line. His actions showed just how vindictive he was. Setting out to hurt her when she was drowning in a pool of regret was so cruel to her.
“Hey, girl. How’s it going so far?”
Cali peered up at Elara, the only other Black woman in the office. She’d been kind when Cali first arrived, giving her pointers she would need in the future. She was short in stature. If Cali had to guess, maybe five foot one. Her hair was styled in a long ash-blonde bob with aquatic green eyes and small lips.
“It’s cool. Just trying to look for a hair stylist. You got any recommendations?”
“Oh, girl, yes. You can go to my homegirl, Esha. I’m actually going to get my hair done since we got a half-day. You can go with me, and I’ll see if she can squeeze you in.”
“Really?” Cali gawked. “You think she would take a walk-in?”
“Yeah, and if she can’t, I’m sure one of the other stylists will.”
“Are they good with pixie cuts though? You know everybody can’t slay a pixie.”
Elara nodded. “Yeah, Esha, is so picky with her stylists that she requires them to know how to do everything in order for them to work at her shop. So, I’m sure you have nothing to worry about.”
“Thank you so much ‘cause I was just searching for someone. I’m so particular with my hair that I ain't trying to kiss a few frogs before I find the one,” Cali joked.
“No problem, boo. I’m picky with my hair, too.” Elara leaned against the cubicle wall. “I originally came over here to invite you out. I know you're new to town, and I wanted to show you how fun it is in the city. There’s this lounge that I go to. It’s real grown and sexy. You wanna go?”
Cali was up for a night of fun. She’d been so consumed with getting her place together that she hadn’t had time to unwind.
“Yeah, I’ll go.”
“Cool.” Elara smiled. “I’ll send you the address and we can meet there. In the meantime, after we get off, you can just follow me to the shop.”
“Alright. Thank you so much.”
“No problem, girl.” She leaned in close. “You don't know how happy I am to have another Black woman here. Working with the others is exhausting,” she whispered.
Cali chuckled, shaking her head. “I know exactly what you mean. That’s why at my last job, I opted to work remote.”
“Listen, I wish that was an option but whatever.” She shrugged. “Let me get back to work. I’ll see you in a minute.”
“Okay.”
Cali smiled, looking forward to a night out.
