“Of course.” I attempt to smile, but I know he sees through me.
“What’s wrong, babe? You not like the apartment or something?”
“It’s fine. Great really. I just I’ve missed you is all. I feel like I never see you.”
“I’ll come back later tonight or in the morning.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t be a brat. You know I’ve got a family.”
“Then you should go. Don’t let me keep you.” I lick my lips and he looms over me, dropping his knees to the cushion on either side of me.
“You know I’d stay if I could.”
“You gotta go. I understand.” I turn my head to stare at the wall, folding my arms across my chest.
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Babe, you’re totally pouting.”
“Am not.”
“Fucking are too.” He grabs my chin and jerks my face toward him. “Give me a kiss. I gotta ride out.”
“I’m sure Ruthie’d be glad to.”
“Fuck,” he groans and goes to get up.
I grab his arm. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you aren’t but you can make it up to me before I go.” He places my hand over his crotch. “Want in that mouth.” He undoes his zipper. “And don’t fucking tell me to go home to Ruthie for it.”
I lean back on the couch and yank his jeans from his hips. His erection juts in my face and he rubs the head over my lips. Tongue darting out, I taste the saltines of him.
I part my lips as he grips the back of my head. “Open wider. Good girl,” he praises me, and all those bad feelings slip away.
If loving him were a religion, down on my knees worshiping his cock is how I'd pray.
My mouth burns, stretching to accommodate his girth.
“God damn, pretty girl. That feels good.” He tugs my head back to glide in and out slowly. I flatten my tongue against him and suck. James makes love to my mouth. I’m lost to him. There isn’t anything I would do for this man. My heart is so full I could burst.
He works his cock in out slow then fast building the tempo with each time he passes between my lips, hitting the back of my throat. I gag on him. Tears burn in the crease of my eyes ready to fall any moment now. He pulls out, smearing precum over my lips.
“You gonna swallow like a good girl for me?”
I nod and murmur, “yes,” wrapping my lips around him again.
“Fuck.” His phone goes off again. “So damn close.” He freezes and goes for his phone. “What?” he barks at whoever is on the other end. “I said I would. When I get there.” He ends the call and slings the phone. “Let’s test out that new mattress.” James kicks off his boots and drops his jeans. He loses his shirt somewhere between the living room and bedroom. Laying back on the bed he holds his cock up. “Get up here and ride me till I come.”
I undress quickly. Sinking down on him. I roll my hips, moving side to side in slow motion. “Was that your wife again?”
My man slaps me on the ass. “Shut up and keep doing that right there. Last thing I want to think about when I’m inside you is another woman.”
I smile big at that. Using his shoulder for leverage, I bend forward to kiss him. His breath fans over my lips. “You taste like my cock.”
“Then I guess I better not kiss anyone else tonight.”
He shoves me to my back and moves into missionary position, settling between my legs to guide himself in once more. “You go around kissing anyone else and I’ll kill them.”
“That a warning?” I gasp when he smacks my clit.
“No. It’s a fuckin’ promise. Don’t toy with me and say stupid shit like that, Lex. Not now. Not ever. This pussy.” Thrust. “Belongs.” Thrust. “To me,” he says breathily, his warmth spreading through me as he gets off. Lips to mine, James kisses me briefly and rolls away. “Gotta go.”
I flop down on the bed wearing a pout.
He smirks. “Yeah. I owe you one. I’ll take care of you next time.”
“You’re not coming back?”
“Probably not with the way Ruthie is breathing down my neck.”
“She asked me you know...about us. I told her there was nothing going on of course.”
“She believe you?”
I shrug. “I guess so. She did buy all this new stuff.”
“Right. I’ll call you.” He starts out of the bedroom.
“James?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“I love you.”
He fucking winks at me in response, but he told Ruthie on the phone. My heart cracks, and it takes everything in me not to cry. My bottom lip wobbles. I hear him cursing under his breath in the living room. Part of me wants to scream at him and tell him not to come back while the other half wants to beg him to stay. All I want is three words, and he refuses to give them to me.
Chapter Eighteen
“What’s up with you?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s the third nothing I’ve gotten from you since I got here.” Alexa is being all funny. She’s not even dressed like she normally would be. Wearing an oversized sweatshirt and workout pants, her hair is piled on her head in a messy bun.
“It’s not important right now.”
“Babe, look at me. I’ve not seen you in weeks. So whatever it is, I want to know.”
Alexa chews on her thumbnail, refusing to look me in the eye.
I let out a sigh and pull her to my side of the couch. “I can’t fix it if I don’t l know what’s wrong.” Ruthie has been clingy as ever since the shit with her old man, so I’ve kept my distance from Alexa though it’s killed me to do so. “Is this because I’ve not been around much lately?”
“No,” she answers quickly. “I know you had your reasons. There’s something I want to tell you, but I’m afraid of how you’ll react.”
“Whatever it is we’ll figure it out.” I kiss her temple, and she hugs
