“Me and Xander just broke up. Who in the hell am I out here having sex with? You’re the only guy I’m even talking to.”
“I don’t know, but you females are sneaky. I’m just putting it out there. If you gon’ be fuc?”
Raven rolled her eyes upwards. “I am not having sex with anyone else. But if I can recall correctly, I sucked your dick earlier. So, I feel the same way. I’m sure you’re dealing with other females. In fact, I know you are. But if I’m only dealing with you, then you have to do the same, or no deal. And you can just stop eating me out.”
Diric licked his lips as he sized her up. He took in her naked frame. He could just stop eating her out and continue to do him. But he wasn’t seeing anyone that he couldn’t stand to let go. It’s not like they were jumping into a relationship. They could just date exclusively to see if they meshed well together. What was the harm in that?
“We can do that,” he replied slowly, and Raven chuckled.
“Don’t sound all enthusiastic about it. I’m not twisting your arm to only deal with me.”
“Shut up. I said what I said.” He walked into the bathroom, and she smirked. Diric with the smart ass mouth.
She hadn’t planned on being serious with anyone so soon after Xander, but Diric was full of surprises, and she liked him. There wasn’t anyone else that she cared to get to know or date anyway. And Diric was a gangsta for real. He wasn’t a play thug like pussy ass Xander. Who crosses the plug to pay for a funky ass gender reveal that was conceived while they were cheating? Just the thought of it pissed Raven off, and she had to remember who was in her bathroom.
Diric was fine as hell. He had money, and his dick gave her orgasms that curled her toes. She was sure the competition was thick, but she refused to let it bother her. Raven was a prize, and she refused to see herself as anything other than that. If Diric messed up and missed out on her, it would be his loss. Fuck going out of her way to try and be chosen by him because he had money and clout. Women gave these men too much power. She wasn’t being a groupie, and she wasn’t kissing his ass. Diric needed to be the one going all out for her.
He came out of the bathroom and put his clothes on. “You good?” he looked over at her.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
Once he was dressed, he leaned up against her dresser. “You trying to go bowling tomorrow night?”
Raven smiled. “Yeah, we can do that.”
“Bet.”
Diric kissed her on the lips, and she walked him to the door. Only time would tell what would become of her and Diric.
CHAPTER 21
Canyon came to,to the sensation of a warm mouth on his hard dick. He opened his eyes and saw Cheyenne’s head moving slowly up and down. When he got in from his trip to Colombia, it was three am, and she was asleep. Canyon took a shower and went straight to bed. Now, this was how his morning was starting. He looked over at the time on the clock and saw that it was a little after nine. When he turned his head back, Cheyenne looked up at him and smiled as much as she could with a mouth full of dick. She deep throated Canyon, and a deep groan escaped from his throat. He had to admit that shit felt good as hell.
He licked his lips as she started sucking faster. Her mouth got wetter, and she let his mushroom tip hit the back of her throat again. Canyon let out another moan, and Cheyenne cleaned his dick off then hopped on him with one swift movement. She slid down on him and put an arch in her back. Canyon wasn’t usually a minute man, but with the way she had sucked him off and the way she was riding him, Canyon felt himself about to bust less than five minutes after her mounting him. It was almost as if she waited until she knew he was close to cumming before she hopped on him.
Canyon tapped her on the ass. His signal meaning to get up, and she ignored him. She clenched her pussy muscles and tightened her grip on his dick. Cheyenne started twerking on the pipe, and he felt his orgasm brewing. “Cheyenne, get up,” he panted, but she just went harder.
He realized what she was trying to do, and he attempted to lift her up, but she clamped down as hard as she could. Cheyenne reached behind her and cupped his balls in her hand. Despite what he told her about waiting to have kids, she was dead ass trying to get him to ejaculate inside of her. Canyon didn’t want to be rough with her, but he lifted with all his might and tossed her ass to the side just as his seed shot up from his dick.
Cheyenne looked at him with a face full of shock. She couldn’t believe that he felt that strongly about cumming inside of her. “What in the hell is wrong with you?”
“What do you mean what’s wrong with me? I clearly told you not that long ago that I don’t want to risk you getting pregnant right now. That shit you just pulled is crazy. Just fuck what I said, huh? A baby isn’t going to save this marriage.”
Cheyenne looked genuinely confused. “Save this marriage? I’m not trying to have a baby to save this marriage. I want to have a baby with my husband because I want a baby.”
“Despite me telling you that I need to see how this goes. Did you forget that I filed for divorce? I filed for divorce! We weren’t seeing eye to eye. Shit wasn’t working, then you just pop up like everything is magically fixed. I can’t do this anymore, Cheyenne. I was trying to keep from hurting you. I swear I was. I don’t feel good doing this, but this marriage is a wrap. You can have the house. I’ll leave.”
Speechless, she stared after him while he went to take a shower. Tears spilled over her eyelids. She had been kidding herself. Cheyenne knew the marriage was over. Canyon’s energyhad been off since she walked through that door. Cheyenne chose to ignore it. In her mind, if she could come home and put her differences aside then he could too, but she was wrong. Canyon didn’t love her anymore. Having knee jerk reactions and being quick-tempered had cost her nearly seven years of her life. Cheyenne vowed that she would never again be so desperate for a man that she would do anything to hurt or play herself. As much as it hurt, she had to let him go. If Canyon didn’t want to be with her anymore, then she wasn’t going to keep trying to hold on to him. It felt as if her heart had broken into a million pieces, and there was nothing that she could do about it.
Amar was sitting in the barbershop bullshitting and scrolling on Instagram when he saw Heiress dressed to kill. She had on a black sleeveless, leather type dress, and she was carrying a tiny red Dior bag. Shorty looked good as hell, and even though she had just posted the picture ten minutes ago, she already had 75 likes. Looking good was an understatement. Amar’s dick almost got hard. He hadn’t spoken to her since that night at the club. He knew she was still mad with him, and he was still trying to prove a point. Trying to prove that he didn’t jump for her, but that picture had him ready to call. To his surprise, she answered.
“I see you showing out for the ‘gram. Where you ‘bout to go?”
There was a slight pause. “On a date. Why?”
Amar didn’t answer right away. The slight tinge of jealousy he felt was new for him. He composed himself before he spoke. “When we gonna be done with the games and shit?”
“Excuse me? Nigga, what games? You just left the club with another female. Now, it’s a problem because I’m going on a date.”
