“Go.” The single word command is breathy and slams into me like a dagger.
I bite my bottom lip as Deshona’s eyes gloss over before she turns back toward the stove. It takes everything in me to walk out of the kitchen and head to my room. I mess around and listen to the devil on my shoulder when I leave my door open while I remove my sweaty clothes. At this point it doesn’t matter, because Deshona has already seen what I’m working with. Hell, all she has to do is say the word, and I’ll slide between her thighs without hesitation. With the suit I was born with, I grab my towel and walk to the bathroom. I leave the door open and hop in the shower after setting the temperature the way I like it. If I have it my way, Deshona will decide she has to pee or something while I’m in here.
The least you can do is get to know the woman first. You’re acting like you ain’t fucked a woman before. Have some decorum. This is sad.
“Now you want to talk with some act right. What happened to fucking her to help ease our misery?”
I was oxygen deprived. You know your ass doesn’t get out much.
“Wow.” I chuckle as I turn around, letting the water ease the tension in my shoulders and back.
I don’t wash my body until the water is a cross between lukewarm and cold, which lets me know I’ve stayed in here too long. It takes me no time to complete the process before I step out. My dick hangs limp at the reality that Deshona isn’t in the doorway waiting for my exit. I grab my towel and dry off before I move to the sink to brush my teeth, dick out, . . . reckless and completely unbothered.
Since Deshona has been unknowingly taunting me today, I might as well return the favor. Gwen raised me to be a gentleman, but fuck that. I want to be a heathen without morals tonight. A mischievous smile upturns my lips as I slip into my house shoes and leave the room, headed toward the kitchen.
“Is dinner ready? I’m hungry as a mothafucka,” I announce when I reach the entrance of the kitchen.
“Just putting the finishing to—shit.” Deshona’s mouth opens and closes when her eyes land on my bare chest.
Mhm. How you like that shit?
“You good?” I say before I smirk.
Deshona nods frantically before her tongue glides over her lips, and her eyes twinkle with lust.
“I can set the table if you want.”
“Th-that’s fine. I’m just . . . It’s done, so we can eat if you’re ready.”
I don’t know what Deshona has cooked for dinner, but whatever it is doesn’t compare to the image that slams into my mind of her head moving side to side as I eat her pussy.
“More than,” I say huskily.
Deshona’s face reddens as she moves around the room putting food on two plates that she gets from the cabinet. I’m so busy watching her like a hawk that I don’t realize what we’re having until she waves me forward after setting the plates down.
“Do you mind if we eat together?”
“I’d prefer it. Your ride straight?”
Deshona looks at me with stars in her eyes, and my chest leaps as my pulse increases like I’ve just run a marathon.
What the fuck is that shit?
“Yes! I took it to one of those auto parts stores, and they said it was because I hadn't driven it. They suggested I get a new battery, but I didn’t know if they were just trying to sell mesomething, so I declined. It stayed running all day, so do you think I should get a new one?”
She looks at me like I not only can hang stars but like she knows I can give her repeat orgasms without the aid of a toy.
“Let’s play it by ear. I’ll go down and start it every day, and if what happened today repeats, then we can get you a new battery. How’s that sound?”
Deshona smiles, and my heart jolts with some foreign reaction that almost makes me frown. But I force myself to stand firm. Jesus! This woman has the potential to make me renege on my desire to keep my heart intact. Fuck my life!
“It sounds like I should repay you with a kiss for every day you follow through.”
“Oh shit, for real?”
Deshona giggles, and the sound pulls a goofy grin into place as I stare into her brown eyes. For the first time since this arrangement started, our interaction feels comfortable, easy, and like we’re in a great place to move forward with establishing a friendship. New city, new friend? I think I might fuck with this after all.
Chapter 11
