Oh boy.
The way his eyes flash and nostrils flare, Omar must be saying something very, very bad.
“You want my woman, asshole? Come and try and take her from me. I’ll fuckin’ beat you down and put you in the motherfuckin’ ground,” Isaac snarls and slams the phone shut. His menacing glare focuses on me. “You wanna tell me what that was about?”
“Um. . . no?” I utter though I say it more in a question than anything.
“Try again, Sweetness, who the hell was that on the phone?” he demands, leaning over the back of the couch and getting close to my face.
“No one you need to worry about,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders.
Nodding, Isaac stands straight and walks around the couch. I’m hoping he’ll leave the topic alone. My hopes are immediately stomped on when Isaac sits on the couch, leans forward, grabs my ankle, and hauls me toward him. I end up toppling over and the dang man takes the opportunity to move in and lie over me.
With the couch he and Whip have you could easily lie on it comfortably with two people next to each other. Or in this case, with him looming over me with his arms bracing his body up. How he ended up between my legs is baffling.
“You wanna try that again, Amaya?” he growls.
Holy hotness of almighty. There’s something to be said about moments like this. If I could, I would. But my mind goes blank.
My tongue darts out to lick my suddenly dry lips and I don’t miss his eyes going there or the flare of lust blooming in his gaze.
I’m in serious trouble right about now. Because all I want to do is whisper to him to kiss me. To bring to life a dream I’ve had for a long time. One of him pressing his lips to mine. God the idea of his firm lips against mine sends tingles of sensation straight through me and if I weren’t so nervous, I would pounce. Claim his mouth with mine rather than wait for him.
“Amaya,” he says warningly. But he doesn’t give me a chance to respond at this point.
Oh no. His mouth crashes down onto mine. Isaac’s tongue spears in through my parted lips and he dominates my mouth.
I moan into his mouth, and at some point, I press myself further into his body at the same time Isaac runs a hand along the side of my breast and cups it in his hand. His thumb strokes my nipple through the sheer bra I’m wearing.
The clearing of a voice filters in through the Isaac haze and I’m mortified with myself when Isaac breaks the kiss to find Whip standing on the back side of the couch grinning at us.
“Brother, might suggest waiting until after dinner and your kid’s asleep to fool around on the couch. Shit, man, her moaning just from y’all kissing fuckin’ makes my dick hard and I’m not even trying to get in her pants,” Whip says with the biggest grin on his face.
Um. Um. Um.
My face feels as if it were on fire right about now and I’m not sure what to do at this point. All I can think of doing is finding a hole somewhere and hiding for the rest of my life.
“Whip,” Isaac growls in a warning tone. One that I don’t understand. “Don’t even start that shit.”
“Not starting a damn thing, Venom. Just stating the facts,” Whip chuckles and jumps over the back of the couch and lands in another spot on the couch. “So, we watchin’ a movie tonight, or what?”
“Fucker,” Isaac grumbles under his breath and turns to look down at me. “This isn’t over. You and me we’re gonna have a talk about that fuckin’ phone call. Then we’re having a repeat of this position where you’re moaning with my dick in your pussy rather than you grinding yourself against me like we’re a bunch of teenagers.”
Oh my.
Um.
I don’t know what to say, so instead I nod my head.
Isaac presses his lips to mine one last time and sits up, pulls me with him until I’m settled in the crook of his arm and calls out for Lincoln.
The kid being the fun-loving toddler he is, yet, being like his daddy comes into the living room, hops up on the couch, and settles in between Isaac and Whip. I would laugh if I could when he moves into the same position as Whip.
Whip controls the remote but asks Lincoln what he wants to watch. Of course, the kid chose to watch The Croods. Why he likes this movie, I’m not sure, but regardless, we all settle in to watch it with him.
Including me, while I freak out and try to come to terms with all of this changing between Isaac and myself. I swear the speed of it is enough it could be a tornado whipping around in my head.
Chapter Fifteen
Venom
Over the past week, you can say, I’ve been adjusting to the changes in my life. Finding out I’m a dad is one thing. But being thrown straight into the mix of it all is another. Lincoln’s a great kid though I’ve noticed he doesn’t do well if someone yells. Amaya and I ended up in an argument and Lincoln freaked and huddled in on himself.
Amaya noticed this first and immediately shut up and tears welled in her eyes. She moved to Lincoln, scooped him up in her arms, and started speaking soothingly to him in Spanish. I don’t know what she said but damn if it didn’t do something to my dick.
Lincoln took a bit to calm down, but she’d done it and later that evening after he’d gone to bed, I’d told her from now on she wants to give me lip, we don’t
