“So much prowess.” He pushed gently on my chest. “Relax.”
I laid back down and he covered my core with his mouth again. I slid my fingers into his hair as he sucked my clit, then dipped his tongue inside of me, and I couldn’t really think because I was floating on air.
He sucked, licked, and fingered me to one of the most amazing orgasms I’d ever had, but before I came down, he hovered over me, smiling before kissing me and sliding into me slowly.
“Good?”
“Oh, God, yes,” I breathed out, sliding my hands up his back.
His hand slid to my neck and he kissed me again. “If you need to stop, tell me.”
“Okay,” I whispered, wrapping my good leg around his waist as he moved.
And, lord, he moved, slowly at first, letting me get used to his size and adjust to the strange angle I was in with my gimpy leg. I savored the feel of him inside of me, one hand at my neck, the other rolling a nipple into a tight bead.
“You’re beautiful, Lyric,” Doom whispered, kissing me again.
“You certainly make me feel that way. Boot and all.”
“Oh, the boot adds to the sex appeal.”
I grinned.
“You ready?” he asked.
“So ready.”
He buried himself again, then slammed into me over and over, careful to baby my leg while still managing to hit my g-spot. A second orgasm built and a climax washed over me just as his cock pulsed inside of me.
I arched against him, weaving my fingers into his hair as my body shuddered with release.
“Wow,” he rasped, running his nose against mine.
“Wow, indeed,” I agreed.
He slid out of me, climbing off the bed and stepping into the bathroom attached to his bedroom. He returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned me up before throwing the terrycloth into the corner and stretching out beside me. “How’s your leg?”
“It’s actually good.”
“You up for another round?”
“I don’t have time, actually. Sorry. I have some work I need to get done.”
“I’ll take you home.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll get an Uber. I kind of derailed your night.”
“It’s all good, Lyric. I can take you home.”
“I can’t get on a bike with this boot, Doom.”
“I can borrow Alamo’s truck,” he countered, grabbing his discarded clothing from the floor.
“Don’t go to the trouble,” I said, and started to get dressed. “Seriously. I’ll grab an Uber. It’s all good. You looked like you were about to have some fun, so do that.”
I smiled and gathered my things, sliding my foot into my single flip flop.
* * *
Doom
“Text me when you get home,” I said.
“I will,” she promised. “Thanks for the stress relief. I needed it.”
“Me too, Angel.” I helped Lyric into the Uber, kissed her one more time, then headed back into the compound.
“What the fuck is this?” Alamo growled, holding the manila envelope Lyric brought with her in the air. I forgot I left it in his office. Not surprising. I was a little distracted.
“Don’t know,” I admitted. “I haven’t looked at it.”
“Well, let me enlighten you. It’s your life. The whole fuckin’ shebang,” he said. “Shit I’m pretty sure only Doc and I know.”
I dragged my hands down my face. Shit.
“What I want to know is why is it in a sealed envelope in my office?” Alamo continued.
“Lyric did a background check.”
His mouth dropped open. “And she’s still alive?” he asked somewhat sarcastically.
“She didn’t look at it.”
“She had you investigated, but didn’t look at the information?”
I nodded, crossing my arms. “That’s what she said.”
Alamo sighed. “Brother, are you sure this is a good idea?”
“No clue.”
He shook his head and handed me the envelope. “Just go easy, okay? I swear to Christ, if I have to turn Willow on to you, it’s not gonna be pretty.”
“Jesus, why do y’all threaten to sic her on me?”
“Because she’s the only one who can get through to you when you go dark.”
I flipped him off and headed to the kitchen for coffee, my mind turning to Lyric. Fuck, she was incredible. I had to force myself not to rage at the sight of the scars across her abdomen. Nine of them. They were faint and by no means took away from the beauty of her body, but they were there and they were the evidence of the trauma that took away her ability to have children.
Jesus Christ, what kind of monster could do that?
This was exactly what I intended to find out.
* * *
Lyric
I arrived home and flopped onto my sofa, my body still thrumming from the best sex of my life. God, I had no idea sex could be like that. I mean, I’d had good sex, I’d had bad sex, but I’d never had mind-numbing sex.
My phone buzzed in my purse and I dug it out to see Wes calling. I hadn’t heard from him in a while, so I hoped nothing was wrong. “Hi, Wes.”
“Hey, Lyric. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
Loaded question, buddy.
“No, not at all. Is everything okay with Sutter Street?”
“I’m not calling about business.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Are you seeing anyone?”
That depends. Am I seeing him naked? Yes. Am I dating him? No.
“No one exclusively,” I said. “Why?”
“I’d like to take you out.”
“On a date?”
“Yes. Roller skating.”
“Wes—”
“Kidding,” he said, and chuckled. “The case is done and my invoice has been paid, which means we’re no longer professionally linked, so I’d like to take you on a real date and get to know you.”
“Um…”
“Dinner, somewhere with no stairs. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go at your pace. Saturday night?”
“You know, Saturday night’s prime date night time,” I pointed out.
“I’m aware, which is why I asked you if you were seeing anyone.”
“It’s kind of short notice.”
Wes chuckled. “Lyric, I know you well enough to know that if you had a date, you’d come right out and say it. So, unless you find me grotesque, which I know you don’t, I’ll pick you up at seven—”
“I like to eat like a geriatric.”
“Okay, I’ll pick you up at four.”
“Maybe more like a senior citizen.”
“Five-thirty. We’ll head to the Chart House.”
I let out a quiet gasp. “I love the Chart House.”
“I’m aware.”
It was my favorite restaurant. I’d taken his team there when we’d won the case and probably mentioned it a thousand times.
I smiled. He remembered.
“I’ll be ready,” I said.
“Great. See you then.”
He hung up and I dropped my head back. Well, now my life was suddenly getting very, very interesting.
Lyric
AT THREE A.M Saturday morning, I awoke in pain. More pain than should be normal. I sat up and forced my legs over the side of my bed, panting from the strain. I knew I’d probably just slept weird and needed to get up so I could get the blood flowing right again, but I just couldn’t.
This was the downside of being the cat lady who lived alone. No one would find me for days if I died. Oh, and my cat would eat my corpse.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to put pressure on my foot, crying out when the pain registered all the way to my hip. Booger meowed and meandered over to me, rubbing his head on my arm, obviously wondering why the hell I was awake at such an ungodly hour.
Or he was tenderizing me in prep for his meal later.
“Meow.”
“Not today, Satan. Not today.”
“Lyric, you okay?”
“No,” I rasped. “Something’s wrong with my leg.” I took a deep breath. “It really hurts.”
“Okay, baby, don’t move. I’ll be right there.”
He hung up and I sat at the edge of the bed and tried to breathe through the pain, feeling like someone was shoving spikes into my shin. I wanted to adjust my boot, but knew if I tried, I’d probably just fuck things up even more, so I stayed as still as I could and waited. I wish I’d kept a bottle of pain pills next to the bed.
Twenty minutes later, Doom arrived and I used my app to open the garage for him so he could get into the house. It didn’t dawn on me to question how he knew where I lived, probably because I couldn’t really think about anything but the pain. Doom walked in with a man I’d never seen before which kind of freaked me out and I let out a quiet squeak.
“Who the hell are you?” I snapped, trying to pull my covers over my half-dressed body.
“Lyric, this is Doc. He’s our club president, and he’s also a doctor. I asked him to come and check you out.”
“You’re really a doctor?”
“Yes,” he said, turning on the lamp next to my bed, then kneeling beside me. “Get the ceiling light, Doom,” he directed.
“Switch is on the wall,” I said.
Doom turned on the light and Doc gently slid the boot off my foot. “Pretty painful, huh?”
I nodded, biting back tears.
“This is good, Lyric. Your leg’s doing what it’s supposed to be doing, but that means you’re gonna feel all of those nerves as they come back to life.”
“So it’s not going to kill me?”
“No. The boot twisted a bit, so your leg moved inside of it and got pinched. Nothing damaging.” He adjusted the boot and I felt some relief, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Better?”
“Yes, actually. Thank you.”
He gave me a gentle smile. “You should take something a little stronger than Tylenol. Do you need me to write you a script?”
I shook my head. “I still have pain meds.”
“Okay, babe. Take a dose and you should be good.”
I sniffed and bit my lip. “Thank you. I thought I’d done something really bad to it.”
“I’m sure it hurt like a mother fucker, but you’re all good. I’m gonna leave you, but if you need anything, let Doom know, okay?”
I nodded. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem.”
He grabbed his bag, nodded to Doom, and walked out the door.
I burst into tears and Doom walked over to me and wrapped me in a hug.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you came all the way over here when I called,” I said.
“Baby, we might not be exclusive, but we’re becomin’ friends, so that makes you club business.”
“And that’s a good thing?” I asked.
“Well, it is if it means you’re in pain and need help at three o’clock in the mornin’.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“You’re welcome.” He lifted my chin. “Where are your meds?”
“In the kitchen, above the dishwasher.”
“Okay, I’ll go find them. You want me to stay or head back to the club?”
“Will you stay?”
“Sure.”
He kissed me gently, then went and got my meds.
* * *
I rolled over and my face connected with a very muscular chest and I forgot for half a second that Doom was in my bed. Then I smiled. Doom was in my bed.
“Mornin’, Angel.”
“Are you naked?”
He chuckled. “Not quite.”
I met his eyes. “Shame.”
Before he could comment, Booger jumped onto the bed and promptly settled himself on top of Doom’s head. Doom grinned, reaching up to pet my cat, taking all of it in stride. “I take it this is where he normally sleeps?”
“Yes. Unless he’s sleeping on my head.” I met his eyes. “How did you know where I lived?”
“I have my own guy,” he said evasively. “How’s your leg?”
“So much better.” I kissed his chest. “Thank you again for coming to my rescue. I didn’t know who else to call.”
His mood shifted suddenly, I could feel it because his body stiffened. Minutely, maybe, but enough for me to notice. Before I could ask why, however, he gave my bottom a gentle smack and climbed out of bed. “Got shit to do today, how about I make you breakfast before I head out?”
“Ah…sure.”
He headed to my bathroom and I sat up and slid my legs over the side of the mattress. When he walked back into my room, I met his eyes. “Do me a favor.”
“What do you need?”
“If I do or say something that pisses you off, promise me you’ll tell me,” I said. “Don’t ghost me. I like you. I like the friendship we’re building. I love the sex. I don’t want anything else, but if we decide to stop doing this, I want it to be mutual and friendly. Not because of some invisible slight.”
He crossed his arms. “I can do that.”
I nodded. “Good. Now, I want bacon and French toast with really strong coffee. So, I’m going to shower while you make that.”
“You need help?”
I shook my head. “I’ve pretty much got this down to a science now, but thanks.”
After my shower, I hobbled downstairs and into my kitchen to find a note on my fridge.
Breakfast is in the oven, coffee’s in the pot. Had shit to do. D.
I grabbed an oven mitt and pulled it out, made a cup of coffee, then grabbed my phone and called my sister while I ate.
“Hey, LiLi. To what do I owe this early morning call?”
“Shit, NiNi, I’m sorry!” I groaned. “I totally didn’t think.”
“I’m just giving you a hard time. I was already up. Are you okay?”
“I have a date.”
“That’s awesome. With Doom?”
“No.”
“Oh, wait, what?” she said, then slightly off the speaker, “No, honey, you’re not wearing that. I don’t care if aunty Melody wears it onstage, you are not thirty and desperate for male attention.”
“Mom!” Skyler whined. “I’m the only one who doesn’t get to dress the way she wants to.”
“That’s complete bull and you know it.”
“But—”
“Go put on proper clothes or I’ll have your dad pick out an outfit for you.”
“You’re so unfair!” Skyler snapped.
“And it’s why you won’t be murdered and stuffed into a barrel on my watch.” This was said very quietly so only I could hear.
“Oh my god,” I said, trying not to laugh. “When the hell did she turn into DiDi?”
“Two years ago. She’s a monster, LiLi,” Harmony whispered. “And I was the good sister, for Pete’s sake. If Mel has kids, she’s probably going to get some quiet, sweet child who doesn’t say boo.”
“You might have been quiet and sweet, but you said boo. You are also changing the world and Skyler will too.”
“God, you always know what to say.” She sighed. “You would have made the best mom.”
I bit back sadness. “I’ll just relish being the best aunty on the planet.”
“Right. So, who’s getting your hoo-ha tonight?”
“Um, no one. But Wes is taking me to the Chart House.”
“Whoa, the guy’s serious if he’s taking you to the Chart House.”
“He’s certainly bringing his A-game,” I said.
“We
s was the guy we met at the dinner, right?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Oh, he was nice.”
I smiled. “Yeah, he’s a good guy.”
“And really good looking.”
I chuckled. “Yes, he’s that as well.”
“What happened with Doom?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Melody paid for a date with him, so are you going to go out with him?”
“Maybe,” I said evasively. “But I should probably focus on Wes first, huh?”
“Probably,” she conceded. “What are you going to wear?”
“That’s kind of why I called…”
* * *
Wes arrived promptly at five-thirty and I pulled the door open to find him holding a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers. “Hi. Come in.”
“You look beautiful,” he said, leaning down to kiss my cheek and handing me the flowers.
I wore a sleeveless, denim blue maxi dress, gathered at the waist with a split up the side that gave me ample room to accommodate my boot. I had one blingy flat sandal on that matched my clutch and I’d pulled my hair into a high ponytail so my large hoop earrings could be seen.
“Thank you. You look great as well.”
Wes wore dark jeans and a black button up, open at the throat with a fitted dinner jacket. He wore a pair of snakeskin shoes that were cool as all get out…and kind of his ‘thing.’
“I’ll get these in water and we can go.”
“How about I carry those,” he suggested and I smiled.
“Good plan.”
I led him into the kitchen, propped my crutches against the counter, and grabbed a vase, filling it with water while he unwrapped the flowers and set them inside.
“Thanks,” I said. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
Grabbing my crutches, purse, and keys, I followed him outside and locked the door, then he helped me down my front steps and into his Mercedes, before climbing into the driver’s side and pulling out of my driveway. I did have a kneeling scooter-thingy, but it just felt way too old-lady for a date night, so I opted to use my crutches instead.
Because of my boot, I had been granted a temporary disabled placard, so we were able to park in a handicapped spot. Wes helped me out of the car and led me into the restaurant, making sure doors were opened and seats were cleared while we waited, briefly, for our table.
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