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“Breeze…” I woke up to being lightly shaken. I groaned, agitated. I was sleeping like a princess, and I didn’t want to be disturbed.
Slowly, my eyes opened to meet the relaxed face of Shareese. She smiled at me.
“You’ve slept through most of the morning, get up and let’s go have breakfast on the patio,” she said, pulling the strings of her robe tighter as I struggled to sit up.
I scoffed and rubbed my hands through my hair. I threw one leg off the bed, and then another. I went into the bathroom, washed my face, and brushed my teeth before I walked outside to the patio. There was a beautiful breakfast spread on the table.
“Good morning,” I mumbled as I walked past Q.
He caught my wrist and pulled me into his lap. “You good?” He asked.
“I’m tired…”
He nodded and kissed me twice before letting me get up and walk around the table to one of the empty chairs. We had about five hours left before we had to leave, and I would be going back to my home life. I was ashamed to say that Q had me so occupied that I had barely had any time to think about what Tim was doing. Hell, I had barely checked my phone this entire time. I was completely detached from the outside world while I was here. But with the hours of the weekend winding down, the high of the experience was starting to wear off. Guilt was setting in. I don’t know how I was supposed to look at or be intimate with my husband, knowing that I had been wrecked for hours on end, and my throat had been painted so much Picasso could sign it.
“You need this?” Shareese asked me, holding the syrup toward me and breaking me out of my thoughts.
I nodded and took it from her hands and poured it onto my waffles. “Thank you.”Although I was in my head, everyone at the table was sitting there on my account. I didn’t want to ruin thebeautiful weekend that we had, so I did my best to mask my feelings and make small talk.
“How long do you think it’ll be before I can get my truck?” Shareese asked.
“Probably another eight weeks,” I informed her.
Q’s brows furrowed.
“You bought a truck from B?” He asked her.
“Webought a truck from Breeze. I’ll send you the invoice for this weekend. My stomach hurts, and I can actually feel that I have an asshole. I don’t even fuck with you like that. This definitely won’t be free,” she joked, and we all burst into laughter.
“I got you, Sha.” He shook his head as he forked more of his eggs.
We pushed away from the table, and we all cleaned up the villa and gathered our things so we could have a smooth transition out.
Every step that I walked around the villa agitated me. Every comb, brush, and sandal that I packed was a reminder that this was a chapter closed. I had to really come to terms with the fact that this was the last time I would see Quentin. I know that it didn’t have to be. Tim and I had already agreed on giving each other hall passes twice a year. But I needed it to be. Because I didn’t want to disregard my marriage by being so focused on chasing a sexual feeling that would likely one day fizzle and then leave me feeling unfulfilled. But truthfully, right now, that feeling is what I wanted, and it scared me more than anything.
Quentin had found a way to ignite something in me, a person that I didn’t even know that I could be. For the longest time, I had always felt that I was sexually fulfilled. But there is an entire world that exists far beyond anything that Tim and I have done, and I can’t let the need to explore that hinder the life that we’vebuilt together. But if I keep chasing this current feeling? That’s exactly what it’ll do.
Or maybe it won’t. Maybe it’s my inexperience leading me to think that I’ll become physically attached to every man I sleep with because that’s all I know. I sighed out loud because I was lying to myself. There was no way that you would get the type of dick that Quentin has and walk away without thinking about it daily. He fucked with so much passion that it made you feel like he was selling you a dream while he had promised you absolutely nothing at all. The way he could command a room had even taken Shareese from threats of aggravated assault to screaming his name.
I sighed out loud in frustration as I put the last of my things in the bag and turned toward the mirror and looked at my reflection. Then I walked back down the stairs to see what they were doing. I didn’t have to wonder because as soon as I started to descend the stairs, the faint sounds of moans got louder. This was exactly what my mental battle was about. Even she had to take some dick for the road.
When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw her on the couch straddling him. She was riding him, feet planted in the cushion of the sofa, and he was meeting her thrusts from underneath her.
“Damn, Q! I’m about to cummmm!” She whined as she steadied herself with one hand behind her on his knee.
“Give it to me, ma,” he demanded as he continued to fuck her.
Shareese had her back toward me, but Quentin hadn’t looked in my direction once as I stood there just watching them. Again, my center felt like it had a pulse as I listened to him ask her where she wanted him to cum, and she told him her mouth. It was only once they switched positions and she was swallowing him that they both noticed me.
Quentin was the epitome of what proper hydration could do to the body because I don’t know how he was able to pull off all these rounds and cum every single time.
Leaving them to it, I turned on my heels and stood in the doorway of the patio that they had left open. I was getting some fresh air and trying to clear my head. After a while, I felt Q’s hand snake around my waist and pull me closer to him.
“You in your head?” He asked as he rested his head on my shoulder.
“You know I hate you and that damn notepad,” I laughed, making him do so as well. He was always psychoanalyzing everything.
