Page 10 of Breeze and Melodie

“Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t feel as bad as it looks,” she whispered.

“I’ll get you some ice in a minute. First, tell me what happened.”

I led her to the loveseat where Sean had been sitting. When she sat down, she turned to face me, and I took her hands.

“When I got home from dinner with you, he came over. Everything was cool at first, but he got a phone call, and when the call ended, he went off.”

“About what?”

“Me having dinner with you. It was his friend Dak who called him.”

“Is having dinner with me a problem?”

“Apparently, it’s a problem I wasn’t aware of.”

“Why was he mad about us sharing a meal?”

“I have no idea, but he started talking to me crazy, accused me of fucking you, and playing in his face by inviting him to places where you would be.”

“And?”

“And I told him he could kiss my ass and get out of my apartment. When I walked away, he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. Of course, I pushed him back, and he didn’t like that, so he slapped me.”

“Muthafucka,” I mumbled.

“I was shocked because he’s never put his hands on me like that, but once I processed what he’d done, I slapped the shit outta him. It was on and poppin’ after that.”

“Yeah, I saw the bruise on his face.”

“Hell, yeah! I’m sure he had a few more in other places. I don’t know what the fuck he thought would happen, but I don’t play that shit.”

“I know you can handle yourself, but I’m glad you called me.”

“He refused to leave, and I wasn’t gon’ keep fighting his ass. Ain’t nobody got time for that.”

“Do you have a gun?”

“No. It’s probably good I don’t because I would’ve most definitely shot his ass.”

“I’m taking you to the gun range, and you need to get your concealed carry license. I’ll find a class for you to take.”

“Thank you. I should see if Raine and the other ladies want to take the class with me.”

“That’s a good idea. Raine’s not licensed to carry but already knows how to shoot. She could probably use some practice.We can take the class together because my Illinois gun license doesn’t transfer. Let me get you some ice.”

As I was about to stand, she held onto my hand. “Wait, Breeze. Umm, thank you for coming so quickly. I really appreciate you.”

“You know it’s not a problem. We’re family, and I’ll always be here when you need me.”

She gave me a small smile. “Thank you.”

This time, when I tried to stand, she let me. I went to the kitchen and put a few ice cubes in a small plastic bag. After finding a small face towel in her linen closet, I wrapped it around the ice and returned to the loveseat. In that short amount of time, Melodie had fallen asleep with her head resting on the back of the couch.

I admired her beauty as her chest moved up and down, acknowledging that I’d never seen a woman more beautiful. The temptation to kiss her plump, bruised lips was strong, but I managed to refrain.

Slowly, I took in the rest of her body. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt, and the hem sat high enough for me to get a peek at her fat pussy lips covered by her panties. My mind went straight to the gutter, causing me to lick my lips and adjust my dick. If I listened to the head below my waist, I’d be on my knees with my face between her thighs. Thankfully, the other head won the battle.

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