Page 95 of Just Like Summer

Kamilla, unable to control anything else, moaned as she came apart. “Uh huh. I’m your moon.”

Cairo took her lip and groaned as he sprayed his seed into her depths on purpose. “Can’t nobody steal you from me. No fuckin’ body.”

thirty-nine

A pounding headache and a bear-like snore in her ear pulled her eyes open. She looked around the dark room, her eyes finding the clock on the nightstand. Six-ten am. Her body on Kairo’s schedule even though they were hundreds of miles apart. Looking to her left, she found Cairo’s naked body. The man was a sight and she was the weak bitch who let him fold her up like a lawn chair.

Unwedging herself from his hold, she tiptoed to the bathroom. She could still feel every inch of him in a torturous pleasure. As much as she wanted to love it, she fought the air. Then scrubbed her face.

“What did you doooo?” she whined softly to herself in the mirror, the evidence of how he devoured her all over her neck and chest. “Got damn it, Kamilla.”

The bathroom door opened and Cairo tiredly strolled in with ease. That dick that made her stupid hours before just bouncing from side to side while he roamed into the separate space to relieve himself. Kamilla bit her lip, then scolded herself. “Stop it. You’ve gotten me into enough shit.”

The toilet flushed and Cairo came into view still at full salute. He washed his hands and turned the shower on. “You talk to yourself in the mirror every morning?”

“Only when I do something stupid,” she muttered. “Like fuck my ex on a work trip.”

“Your ex?” he questioned. “According to the front desk, I’m your husband. Get in, breakfast is on the way up.”

“I’m fine, I’ll get some black coffee and-”

“You can get your fine ass in this shower, or I can put you in this shower and then drop you on this dick,” he countered, making her groan. “Don’t do that.”

“You’re noone’s daddy in here,” she grumbled. True, he wasn’t but definitely was a daddy and after their romp, more than likely twice. She stumbled into the shower, grabbing a washcloth in the process. Under the water, she tried to wash off fast so she could hop out and leave him there, somehow pack up all her stuff and get another room. Horrible planning because he took the towel from her and took over.

“I hurt you last night?” he asked, concern etched into his voice.

“No. It’s just been…a minute,” she shared. “No one outside of me.”

He didn’t say anything, just washed her from head to toe and she returned the favor. This moment, this tenderness would end the moment he uncovered the reason behind the stretch marks and added weight she couldn’t get to leave. It couldn’t be uncovered here, so she pretended. Took her turn to wash him and live in a fantasy that five years of grinding and mothering the child that was so much like him didn’t happen.

Cairo sat on the bench, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her close. “Ride this.”

“Could you say please?”

“Please, Mariposa. Ride your dick so I can focus today without the urge to take you behind the stage,” he groaned, watching her straddle him.

She inched down on him, making him wince in pleasure. She pulled him close because once this weekend was over, pretending wasn’t an option. Every mark he left on her body, he kissed while gripping her hips like a man deprived.

Up and down, grind, squeeze like he taught her, Kamilla kissed and clawed at his flesh.

“Say it,” he urged. “Say you missed me.”

“I missed you. I missed you so damn much,” she moaned sweetly in his ear. “So much.”

Cairo filled her up again, his eyes baring into her while she tried to hide the remnants of her deceit. Kisses to her lips before he released her, made the weight of the truth heavier. Kamilla removed herself from his lap and traipsed to the separate room to relieve herself. Once she was dried off, moisturized, and wrapped in a robe, she joined him at the table he sat at the night before.

“Fredo called twice,” Cairo announced, studying how she froze for a moment and recovered. “Y’all still got business?”

Kamilla picked up her phone holding the screensaver of the moon. She purposely kept pictures of Kairo out of view of anyone. “Uh yeah. He’s looking after something for me. I’ll call him back later.”

Cairo grunted, detecting there was something else she wasn’t saying but professionally, they didn’t have the time to dive into it. “Come eat. I know you got shit to do, and I’m not trying to have your assistant all up in your mix. I sense you like to keep your shit private.”

“What makes you say that?” she asked gingerly, sitting down.

“All your social media platforms are filled with work shit,” he started. “You, Haddon…”

“Haddon is a friend. More of a brother. Nothing more, nothing less.”