Page 172 of Are You Going to Love Me

Staysha huffed and rolled her eyes. “The bitch can’t just lay down and do her time, she has to flex one last time to let us know who she is.”

“She can never go down alone or without some bullshit. Had us in shootouts with EWG because she sent niggas to steal their product,” Keon replied.

Eden said nothing. It wasn’t necessary. While everyone spoke amongst themselves, she was trying to put together the pieces. If she didn’t know anything before, she knew now that there was always a reason to her mother’s and Mama’s madness and typically, they were always at the center of the bullshit.

Feeling Maximus’ arm over her shoulder, she ended her mulling to gaze into his eyes.

“You’re too quiet, and I can feel your thoughts goin’ a mile a minute. What’s going on?”

Eden offered him that doe-eyed gaze. What she was piecing together, she wouldn’t allow him to know. He already had enough weight on his shoulders. “Upset that I left that camera recording for nothing.”

He scratched his chin through his beard and smirked. “That camera and all the other cameras you insisted we put in saved my ass.”

“So, I’ve heard. You know what all of this means, right?”

“That every time I take two steps forward, I get knocked back ten?”

Eden hummed and swayed her head. “No, my love, you are exactly who the fuck you think you are and you’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing. Two weeks before your tour, no album out, and it sold out while we're trapped inside that jail with those idiots. All they did was propel you forward because nothing can fuckin’ stop you.”

Maximus hooked her chin and kissed her lips. “You want to take this shit to go?”

“The house clean?”

“They just sent me the invoice.”

“Where’s the puppy?” she muttered against his lips.

“In its little house I had made for it. I had to pay that nigga extra for getting’ thrown to the ground and harassed. What dog you finna play with? It or me?”

Eden smirked against his lips. “The one that’s about to leave me.”

“Heard you,” he grumbled.

Eden pressed her lips against his and pulled away. “Enjoy family time, I can wait.”

“Y’all want a room?” Brody asked.

For emphasis, she slid her hand under the table, massaging his erection through the sweats he’d worn. Leaning forward, Maximus played cool. “Don’t worry about it, nigga.”

“Y’all nasty as hell,” Brody grumbled, and Eden shrugged smugly in response.

The group fell back into their usual banter until parting ways. Brody to his apartment in Midtown, Staysha and Keon to their spot, and Eden and Maximus fumbling out of the JoyRide, hands all over each other. From the hallway through the kitchenand up the stairs. Foreplay in the shower, intimacy in the grooming, and euphoria pulling their bodies together.

“Shit, E,” Maximus groaned, holding her hair in his fist, toes curling, hips thrusting against her face. “Fuck you tryin’ to do?”

Eden groaned, vibrating her snicker around him. Popping his hardness out of her mouth, she licked his length, then her lips. “Marking my territory while I’m up to it.”

“You ain’t got to mark me, baby. They see me, they see you. You all over me,” he groaned, his reply, thumbing the mess she made of him off of her chin. “Come sit on your shit, baby.”

Maximus sat on the loveseat, arms outstretched over the back of it. Eden eased down on his length, reverse cowgirl, her hands placed on his knees. Grinding up and down, gripping and swirling round and round, splashing over his length and covering him with her sacredness, Eden rode until Maximus’ thrusts were erratic and uncontrolled. He held her close, palming her tender breasts.

Eden welcomed the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Her hair wild and tousled over her face, she dropped back on him, panting. “You feel that?”

“Mmhmm,” he moaned. “Still drummin’. That shit is going to call me home.”

“You better come running too.” She turned around, straddling him, a sticky mess still between them. “Was that enough to rest your mind?”

“Yeah, you?”

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