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“You ain’t seen her house,” Kentrell said, turning to my mama. “Dick and balls and pussies all on the wall.”

“Are you serious?” Mama’s eyes popped wide as she whipped her head toward me.

I nodded, laughing nervously. “Yeah… it’s… a lot.”

“And that’s where you were staying?” she asked, still stuck on disbelief.

“Now, where is this place?” my father chimed in, earning a sharp look from both me and Mama at the same time.

“Somewhere you’re not going,” I said quickly, speaking up before Mama could.

Kentrell’s laugh rumbled behind me as my father stumbled through an excuse.

“I’m… I’m just trying to partake in the conversation,” he stuttered, holding up his hands like he’d been caught red-handed.

Even if he didn’t mean it the way it sounded… his expression had Kentrell doubled over, laughing again.

And me?

I couldn’t help but smile at the whole scene playing out in front of me.

I couldn’t wait to see how tomorrow turned out.

TWENTY-FIVE

KENTRELL

THANKSGIVING DAY

I can see your mind is overworked, boo

Tension in your body when I touch you…

Zoe’s hands were stretched out, palms flat against the headboard like she needed something to hold onto—something to ground her while she moved on top of me. Bouncing, grinding, winding her hips with that slow, teasing roll I knew too well by now.

Chris Brown’s “WE (Warm Embrace)” poured out from the speakers, loud enough to drown out everything…including the sounds we were making.

Her breath caught, her head tilted back just enough for me to catch the sharp pull of her bottom lip between her teeth. That little thing she did when she was close. Real close.

I could feel the way she kept clenching around me…tight…wet…like her body was begging to let go, but she was still trying to hold on just to make me proud.

And I was proud. Hell yeah, I was.

Temperature keeps rising like Poseidon…

When you ride my wave…

My hands slid up her thighs, gripping her hips just to help her stay steady. “That’s it, baby… take your time,” I murmured, my voice low, thick with everything I was feeling for her in that moment.

Her eyes fluttered open—glassy and unfocused—but locked on mine like she needed to see me to stay tethered to this earth.

Knowing her parents were under the same roof? Knowing my brothers were in the kitchen, probably already making noise?

It didn’t slow her down.

If anything…

It turned her on more.

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