by V Vee
Eddie met my gaze and touched the side of my face with his fingers. “I’m not going to last long this first time. You feel too good.”
Eddie started moving faster, getting deeper inside me, and I could do nothing but dig my nails into his back and hold on.
“Oh god, Eddie…shit, shit, shit!” I cried out.
He hooked my leg and threw it over his shoulder. Somehow, when he did that, it felt as if he fell deeper inside me. I felt so full of him, and it was too much. I had to slide back a little to relieve the pressure building. I couldn’t take it.
“Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good. Your pussy is squeezing the hell out of my dick, milking it. Cum for me again, Baby. Let me feel you drown the hell out of my dick.”
He hooked my other leg with his arm, sat up and pushed my legs as far into my chest as my belly would allow. The sensation of the new position pushed me into another overwhelming orgasm that I had to grab a pillow to muffle my screams, so the neighbors didn’t think he was killing me.
My body was exhausted by the time he was done with me. I was drenched with sweat, my limbs unable to move. Eddie didn’t look too far off from me. His hair was damp from sweat. His muscled coiled and thick, moving with every stroke. I begged for him to come. I needed him to, and when he did, I swear he pulled another one from my tired body. The pace of his hips slowed as he growled out his release, filling me up with his love for me. Once he came down from his high, he pulled out of me and collapsed half on me, half on the blanket next to me.
“Welcome back, Mr. Steele,” I said with an exhausted smile.
“It’s good to be back, Mrs. Steele,” Eddie retorted, before leaning over to place a loving kiss on my lips.
Chapter Fifteen
Eddie
Steele Family Home
Baltimore, Maryland
The next day
I couldn’t say I was 100% better, but I was on the mend.
After everything she’d done for me, it had been proven, yet again, that I really didn’t deserve Heaven.
I inhaled deeply and blew out a breath, before I headed into my office.
Before I sat at my computer to start it up, before I sorted through the files still sitting on my desk, I opened the blinds and started up the Keurig™ that Heaven had encouraged me to purchase for my use and that of my clients who came in through the private entrance.
I was standing in front of the coffeemaker when my phone began to vibrate.
Fear coiled through me and I instantly thought about Khan. Had “A Friend” gotten to my other brother in arms and killed him as well. I hadn’t seen Khan since the funeral. He’d offered a very brief word of sympathy to Harmony and Cage’s parents, but when he’d looked at CJ, Khan had shaken his head, declared—rather loudly—that he “couldn’t do this shit” then stormed off.
Though he’d kept in touch periodically, I hadn’t seen him since.
I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my jeans and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw who it was.
Wifey: Hey, Ava called me. Needs help. Kynan is sick and she needs groceries. Will be back in a bit.
Me: U takin’ Ash?
Wifey: Yeah. LOL. You work. I’ll take your shadow with me.
Heaven wasn’t lying. Since the funeral every time I turned around Ashley was right there, staring at me, drawing me, cuddling me. I wasn’t sure if it was due to the fight Heaven and I had just before I’d found Cage, or if it was due to see her “Uncle Cage’s” framed portrait next to a casket and being told he wasn’t coming back. Ashley had been there to comfort CJ who’d cried off and on during the funeral, at the gravesite, and the recessional, his tiny voice screaming for his daddy. Each time I’d felt as if I were being stabbed right in my heart.
While Harmony thought Cage’s death was her fault, I’d told her and Heaven that it was all on me. Whoever this “friend” person was, they were coming after the people I loved because of something I’d done.
Me: Well, give her a kiss from me n tell her I luv her.
Wifey: I will. And what about me?
Me:
