“Okay. I’ll go. Is this a dressy occasion or something laid-back?”
My head mentally shuffles through my clothing choices as I wait for his answer.
“It’s more of a dressy-type party, so you’ll need to show off this killer body.” Alijah grips my body, and a shiver of awareness runs down my spine as an electric jolt surges through me.
“I got you. What color are you wearing?”
Alijah chuckles behind me, and the sound is like a boomerang as it vibrates in my pussy, which causes her to perk up.
“All black.”
“Oh yeah. I got it. I’m gonna go buy myself something new so we can do this right. You have yourself a date. Let’s get acquainted so we don’t be walking around looking like we just met on the street.”
Alijah chuckles again, and this time I gotta clench my thighs because I need to give myself time to recover from the last encounters we’ve had. My begging ass pussy doesn’t understand, as she whimpers like a dog in heat.
“How about we shower, and then I’ll make us breakfast?”
“Deal.” I ease out of bed when Alijah releases me, and I try not to duck waddle from the soreness in my lower region.
One thing is for sure, and two things are for certain: Regret is the furthest thing from my mind right now. Alijah did his big one and handled me like a starving man who’s been locked in acave. I have no complaints and every intention of climbing on his horse as soon as my pussy cools down.
“Ah!” Alijah catches me off guard when he scoops me into his arms and carries me bridal style out of my room and to the bathroom.
“I figured I’d help us get there quicker. What are you in the mood to eat?”
Dick, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to struggle with swallowing your third leg yet.
“Pancakes. Ooh, blueberry pancakes and some scrambled eggs with cheese and grits mixed together. Wait, can you make those?” My face wrinkles as I stare up into his eyes that twinkle with merriment.
“Yep. Ma made sure all of her children could throw down in the kitchen. I got you.”
A giddy feeling dances in my stomach as Alijah places me on my feet in the bathroom and goes about turning on the water and adjusting the temperature. I haven’t taken a shower with a man in so long that I’m fidgety as I shift my weight from side to side. Less than five minutes later, I’m in Alijah’s arms as water cascades on my chest.
“Why does this feel so—” My brain short-circuits as I try to come up with the right descriptors for what this moment represents.
“Comfortable? Common? Right? I don’t know, but I’m good if you are.”
Am I?
I know we’ve had sex and have been dancing around this line for a while, but am I good with shifting into this dynamic with him?
“I don’t know. I might need some time to sort out my feelings. But right now, I just want to live in the moment.”
“That’s fair. Shit doesn’t have to be complicated. Nor do we have to put titles on anything. I’m not gonna crowd you or demand a status change. For now, let’s just let things play out.”
I nod as my mind spins with various scenarios that all seem premature in the moment. Sex doesn’t and shouldn’t shift us into a relationship or anything else. Hormones can dictate actions, and for now, I’m gonna believe that’s what’s happening between us. I’ve been wanting to scratch an itch with Alijah since the day after I saw him. We’ve done that, and hell, I’m open to doing it again. But that doesn’t equate to romance, a commitment between us, or expectations that things are more than they are.
Chapter 14
Alijah
Deshona’s pussy wasn’t supposed to feel so good. I also didn’t mean to still be playing slip-and-slide in it days later. What the hell did she have within her nectar? I understand why ole boy went out like a tween without skills. Lord, have mercy. Kaigood is supposed to be my reprieve. The place where I get my mind right. The place where I’m only supposed to live in the moment. Where things become new, free, and without pressure to consider or teeter with thoughts of the future.
Jogging on this treadmill is my remedy to stay off Deshona. I want to close my eyes, but I fear the presence of Deshona’s sex faces. My workday was over, and I ran out of the apartment like I owed it money. This is my first time in the on-site gym, but as my arms pump on this machine, I know it won’t be the last. I’m not a gym rat or health nut, but the constant sitting at work and the lack of exercise since the move have me feeling sluggish.
“Hello.” A syrupy feminine voice greets me, and I turn my head to see a woman in a spandex bodysuit that leaves little to the imagination.
I bob my head without slowing my strides or spending too much time taking the woman in. Hell, falling into temptation ispart of the reason my lungs are about to give out now. Besides, I already have my hands full and don’t need anyone new. Fuck temptation. That bullshit has me moving funny. I can’t believe I asked Deshona to come with me to my company party. I hadn’t even RSVP’d before asking her. What the fuck is wrong with me?
