“Damn right.” I wrinkled my nose as the next song started, and I immediately recognized the song. It was not a throwback. “This song is like a year, maybe two old. Throwback, really?”
Sean shrugged. “These days, it’s a throwback if it came out last month. This is our song though, stop playing.”
“This is our song?” I giggled. “Boo Thang?”
“Hell yeah,” he said, pulling me in closer. “Listen.”
I rolled my eyes, but listened to the opening verse as the artist rapped about heartbeats being in tandem, and wanting to hold his woman’s face for ransom when they kissed. He talked about having pretty babies, and lay claim to this woman despite their being no titles exchanged in their relationship, and giving her all of his free time. Honestly, it was sweet, but still.
“Sean Keahi, there is no way this is—”
“I’m playing with you,” he said, bending to touch his forehead to mine. “We already have a song. The first one.”
Boo Thang went off, and I grinned up at him as I Belong to You began to pump through the speakers. “You planned that, didn’t you? You talked to the DJ?”
He smiled. “I almost started sweating a little when it took you so long to get back from the bathroom.”
I laughed. “I bet.”
I closed my eyes as we swayed together to the music. A man singing lyrics about belonging to his woman, and giving her all of his love? I could definitely get behind that. We danced together through that song and a few more, until Pixie arrived, and the whole atmosphere changed. Everything was suddenly more frenzied, louder, brighter, etc., just because one girl had stepped into the room. Sean and I moved out of the mash of people trying to catch a look at the pop star. Eventually, everyone seemed to calm down, and though the energy was still high, it was much less frantic.
“What’s up, family?”
I turned with a grin to see Donnie approaching us, handsome as ever in navy blue.
“You look good baby bro!” I told him as he exchanged hugs with Sean and me.
He gave me his big signature smile as he pretended to dust off his shoulders and smooth his eyebrows. “I mean, I do try, you know. You seasoned saints don’t look so bad yourself.”
I smacked him on the shoulder, rolling my eyes as I laughed. I never felt old around my brother. Even though there was an almost ten year age difference between us, Donnie was mature enough – most of the time – and I enjoyed enough current pop culture that we had a lot in common, and adored each other.
A few moments later, his mouth spread into a big smile at something behind us. The newest object of his adoration: Pixie, flanked by bodyguards.
My lips parted in surprise at her outfit: ripped skinny jeans that rode low on her hips, a silver chain adorning her belly, and the sheer silver and dark navy blue balconette bra from the lingerie set I’d given her, with her short natural hair colored in shimmering silver. She looked amazing.
Pixie – or Auriel, as Donnie called her – was gorgeous on TV and the internet, but in person, it was magnified. Yesterday, when she was dressed down, her sweetness had shone through. Tonight, she was all sex kitten. No wonder Donnie was so enamored. She was basically two different women.
“Fallon, Sean!” she exclaimed, pulling us into hugs. “Oh my God, you look so hot! Take a picture with me!” She rambled off instructions to her bodyguards, then handed one of them her phone. The next moment, I was sandwiched between her and Donnie on one side, and Sean on the other, smiling for a picture. “Are you having a good time?” she asked, after we’d taken the picture.
“I am! And you’re talking about me looking hot, girl you look hot!”
She grinned, then propped a hand on her hip and gave a little pose. “I mean, I do try.”
Sean and I glanced between Auriel and Donnie, and both burst into laughter at how the younger couple was even starting to talk like each other. They stayed and talked for a few more moments, and after thanking us for coming, Pixie breezed away as quickly as she came, taking Donnie with her.
We stayed a little while longer, and Bianca recognized me in the crowd, so I actually got the opportunity to meet Rashad Martin. After about an hour though, we noticed that the partygoers over twenty-five had mostly started to filter out, leaving the fun to the younger crowd.
“We can go now,” I told Sean, turning to him with a smile.
He lifted an eyebrow. “Really? You were all excited about coming, and now you want to leave early?”
I nodded. “I think I’m getting too old for stuff like this,” I laughed, pointing at a group of scantily clad young women doing body shots off each other while a crowd of men watched. “Too loud, too many people. I thought I wanted to party like this, but I’d really rather be back in the room with you. Besides, you know we have a flight in like, seven hours, right?”
Sean groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
We’d carved out time for this getaway, but we both had grownup responsibilities back at home. He had the Pot Liquor job still going, and I had two stores to run. We took just enough time for the party, but now it was time to get back home.
Sean didn’t argue further, he simply got us back to the hotel. While he led us down the hall to our suite and opened the door, I checked my phone, and was shocked to see that the Scantilily social media pages were blowing up. It had been tagged hundreds of times by bloggers and big media outlets alike, all talking about what Pixie had worn for her night out. My personal social media pages were on fire too, since Pixie had posted the picture of Sean, Donnie, and me to Instagram, with the hashtags “#futurefamily #melaninonfleek #theyfahn #thatsbae”.
“You should see this,” I said to Sean as he stepped aside for me to walk into the room, then closed the door behind me. “I was so not expecting something like this. I was trying not to think about her wearing that lingerie for Donnie. I didn’t think she would wear it out. But it looked amazing on her! And did you notice that Donnie wore dark blue to match her? They’re kind of adorable togeth—mmmmm.”
I forgot whatever I was talking about at the feel of Sean’s lips on the back of my neck, and offered no protest when he pulled my phone from my hands, and tossed it onto the dresser. He turned me to face him, then gently pushed my back against the door. His fingers dug into my hair, releasing it from the neat bun I’d wrangled it into for the party.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he said, lowering his hands to my hips. He stepped closer, closing the space between us until his hardness was pressed against my stomach, then wrapped an arm around my waist. “And this too.” He lowered his mouth to kiss me, and I moaned as he slipped his tongue in, tangling and dancing with mine.
“Don’t be starting stuff,” I whispered against his lips when he finally broke the kiss.
He poked out his bottom lip in a pout, then smiled, pressing his lips to mine again. “When, again, can we…?”
“Two more weeks,” I said, an answer that was met with a groan. Four weeks had passed since my surgery, but I was still on restriction, unfortunately. “As soon as I get cleared, I’m going to show you just how much I’ve missed you.”
Sean smiled. “Missed me? I haven’t been anywhere.”
I lifted an eyebrow, then let my mouth spread into a grin as I slipped my hand between us. “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to him.”
Fourteen
I slumped back against the headrest in my truck, too drained to even get up and go inside. We were approaching another milestone on the Pot Liquor job, almost past the really heavy lifting and getting to do the lighter work, like putting in the flooring. In the meantime, the workdays were long and hard, and my ass was tired. Almost too tired to find the energy to shower, put together a bag, and get myself back into town to hang with Fallon.
It made me miss the apartment I had in the city. Perfect view, perfect location… shitty memories. That apartment was “home” for Olivia and me when we were together, and once that was over, I cut my losses and moved out, into my pare
nts’ home, with my dad. I was still looking for another place when he passed, and then just lost the energy for it. So, for now, I made that thirty minute drive to and from the city. Maybe it was time again to start looking though… it couldn’t hurt to be closer to work, and closer to my friends. And, of course, closer to Fallon.
With a heavy sigh, I unclipped my seatbelt and opened the door, stretching my tired legs when my boots hit the ground. I let the door slam closed, and trudged up the driveway to the house. Inside, I rested for a second against the inside of the door, debating the usefulness of laying down for a quick nap before I headed back out. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deep and caught a whiff of sandalwood and citrus and vanilla, a scent that my mind connected firmly to Fallon. I smiled a little, wondering what item of hers she’d left at my house.
I toed off my boots and left them at the door, then made my way to my room, at the back of the house. After a hot shower, I felt a lot better. I got dressed in sweats and a tee shirt, then went to my pants to get my wallet, which… wasn’t there.
Shit.
Had I used it at all today? I’d had lunch with Nix and Roman at the Pot Liquor food truck, so I hadn’t needed it then… maybe I’d never grabbed it this morning? I played my morning over in my mind, and I’d been running late, so it wouldn’t be surprising for me to not have grabbed it at all. I looked around the room for it, and when I didn’t find it there, headed for my living room. Whenever I lost my wallet or keys, it was almost always in my chair.
But… that’s not what I found in my chair.
At some point during my shower, candles had been lit all over the room, and the flickering flames danced off Fallon’s glowing mahogany skin.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, and she smiled. She had her hair out, and with that huge mane of kinky curls framing her face, which was partially covered by a lace mask, she looked exotic and sexy. Her breasts were just barely covered, and in danger of spilling out of the shimmering gold lace of the lingerie she wore. More lace adorned her waist, with little straps that connected to tiny panties, then to gold threaded stockings.
Her gorgeous legs were elongated by strappy gold high-heeled sandals, and when I took a step further into the room, she spread them apart, showing me exactly what wasn’t covered by luxurious gold lace.
“Holy shit,” I repeated.
“Do you like it?” she asked, gracefully removing herself from the chair. “It’s from my Scantilily line.” She gave me a sexy little grin, then slowly spun on her heels, giving me a full view of her body. A tear may or may not have sprung to my eyes when I saw how her ass looked in those tiny panties.
“Like is definitely not a strong enough word.” I’d seen Fallon in lingerie before, from stuff that was sexy to stuff that was downright adorable. But this set… this was on a whole different level. “Why have I never seen you in anything like this before?”
She smiled as she sauntered forward, her eyes filled with lust behind her lacy mask. “Well, for starters, you always snatch my lingerie off too fast to properly appreciate it.”
That was true, so I stayed quiet. I just wanted her naked.
“And secondly, I can’t be going all out like this for just anybody,” she said, taking the last steps to put herself right in front of me, and sliding her hands up the front of my shirt. “Had to make sure you were worth a damn first.”
Up close, I could see that the bra she wore was sheer, and just barely covered her nipples, leaving much of her areolas exposed. I lifted my hands to cup her breasts, and she let out a deep, satisfied sigh as my thumbs brushed the hardened peaks.
“So I passed your test?”
She drug her lip through her teeth, then whispered, “Aced it.” before pressing herself harder against my hands. I dropped them, grabbing her ass to pull her closer as she raised her mouth for a kiss. I kneaded my fingers into her soft flesh, damn near growling as she pushed her tongue between my lips, kissing me as if we hadn’t seen each other in forever. My dick had been up since I first spotted her, but by the time I forced myself to gently push her away, I was so hard it was painful.
“You’re killin’ me, Fal…,” I mumbled against her lips, then kissed her again because I couldn’t help it.
She pushed her hands between us, slipping her soft fingers into my boxers to grip me. “Let me relieve some of that pressure for you then.”
I chuckled a little as she led me – by the dick – to my chair, pushing my sweats and boxers down, and draping a towel over the cushions before she directed me to sit down. “Oh, you were already prepared, huh?”
She smiled, then pulled a pillow from beside the chair, placing it on the floor in front of me before she lowered herself to her knees. “Absolutely.”
Her lips were painted a deep red, but we’d already messed it all up from kissing. Now, it was smeared, but still sexy and I sucked in a deep breath as they closed around me, surrounding me with the hot, wet paradise of her mouth. I watched, through half-lidded eyes as my dick disappeared over and over between her red lips. She met and held my gaze as she went, bold as hell and fucking sexy. I buried one hand in her hair, and used the other to pull up her mask so I could see her beautiful face. Her mouth was too occupied to smile, but her eyes did as she took me deeper down her throat, so far that for a second, I went light-headed, and my eyes may or may not have rolled back in my head.
“Shit,” I hissed, almost coming out of my chair as she ran her nails over the sensitive patch of skin behind my testicles. She made a sound deep in her throat, as if she wanted to laugh, and then repeated that same move, and after that, I was… I was done. She didn’t take her mouth off me until the explosion was over, and the tension had left my body.
She grinned as she climbed onto me, straddling my lap. “You feel better now?” she asked, taking me in her hands.
“Yes and no.” I watched her fingers as they slid over me, using the residual wetness of her mouth to stroke me until I was hard again. “That was amazing, but I’m not gonna lie like I don’t want to feel you.”
Fallon lifted an eyebrow. “Well… I guess it’s a good thing then, that I had an appointment with Dr. Morris today.” She lifted herself up, and sank down onto me, with the lace of her crotch less panties rasping over my skin as she went. We “mmmmed” at the same time, and I closed my eyes as my head dropped back against the chair. She was hot and tight and wet in a way I’d never felt with a condom between us, and my brain was going haywire at the feeling of just her, nothing between us.
“She cleared me a week early,” Fallon whispered against my lips, then kissed me as she began to ride. “And since I’ve been taking birth control again to re-regulate my cycle, I didn’t think you’d mind if we just went… skin to skin.”
Something about the way that skin to skin rolled off her lips seemed to make me even harder, and I looped an arm around her waist to pull her onto me deeper. “Fuck no, I don’t mind. You thought right.”
She grinned, then started rocking her hips against me harder as she moved up and down. I moved my hands up, gripping and squeezing her breasts before I freed them from the confines of those little lace cups. She let out a loud “ahhh!” as I pulled her nipples into my mouth, one after the other, sucking and licking and biting as she rode me faster. Her little whimpers, moans, and shrieks were driving me crazy, and she didn’t seem at all interested in taking it easy. I pushed a hand between us, brushing my thumb over her clit until her body tensed, released, and then milked me into a climax as well.
She collapsed against me, burying her face in my neck as her breathing slowed. When she finally looked up, she grinned at me again, then lifted her mouth for a kiss.
“I told you I was going to show you how much I missed you,” she said, smiling as she nestled herself against my chest, with me still inside her.
I ran a hand over her back, then pressed my lips to her forehead. “I missed you too, beautiful.”
Fallon giggled, then lifted her head again and shook her head. “Sea
n… remember what I told you back in Vegas?”
I narrowed my eyes in confusion for a moment, then laughed as a grin spread across her face. “Right. You’re not talking to me, are you?”
“If I wasn’t taking those birth control pills religiously, I’d definitely be pregnant,” I told Ayden, giggling as we finished up an inventory report. It was just the next day after my little surprise seduction at Sean’s house, and Ayden had asked me why I couldn’t keep the big smile off my face.
Sean was why.
After we’d finally christened that favorite chair of his, which I’d been trying to do since our first time, Sean had picked me up as if I weighed nothing and carried me into his bedroom. He’d licked me from head to toe, then peeled me out of my lingerie and made love to me, slow and sweet, with my knees propped against his shoulders while he kissed me.
It was a deeply intimate position, jokingly referred to between Ayden and me as “the baby maker”. And if I was being really for real… I wouldn’t have minded making a baby with Sean. My logical mind knew it was way early for that, but the fantasy-entertaining part of me mulled over the idea. I thought back to Pixie’s party, and that borderline ratchet song we’d danced to, Boo Thang. Sean and I would make a pretty cute baby… in a few years.
“So I see you’re just completely over Ray?” Ayden asked, beaming in my direction as she hit “send” on our order. “You’re like, the living embodiment of “get over the old man by getting under a new one, and I’m getting my entire life about it.””
I laughed. “Girl, ain’t nobody thinking about a rusty ass Ray, okay? Thank God I dodged that bullet. I mean, what if he had proposed? My silly ass would have said yes, and he’d probably still be screwing Liv. You know she was moving too, right?”
Ayden wrinkled her nose. “Ugh.”
“Right. Teamwork makes the dream work, my ass. I was so blind. Like, I really believed she was moving back to help us learn our way around, since she lived here before, and to assist Ray’s transition. Like…”
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