Page 4 of Breeze and Melodie

“That’s good to hear.”

We washed our hands at the kitchen sink, and Tia made me a plate of my favorite barbecue wings and fries.

“You’re not hungry?”

She shook her head. “I ate already. This is all for you.”

“I appreciate you thinking about me.”

While I ate, she scrolled through social media. Tia and I had been messing around for about six months. Some might say she was my woman for all intents and purposes, but we had yet to discuss titles. It had been a few months since I’d hooked up with another woman because Tia was cool. She was intelligent, beautiful, and seemed to have her shit together.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asked.

“Always.”

“Is there something I should know about you and Melodie?”

That was the absolute last thing I expected her to ask. “Me and Melodie? What makes you ask that?”

“She seemed very preoccupied at the grand opening. I noticed her texting and looking at her phone a lot.”

“Okay. What does that have to do with me?”

“I noticed you watching her.”

“You noticed me watching her?” She nodded. “Do you mean you noticed me looking in her direction a few times?”

“No, I said what I meant. You could hardly keep your eyes off her. I watched you watch her for half the afternoon, and this isn’t the first time.”

“Wassup with you?”

“Nothing is up with me. You still haven’t answered the question.”

“There’s nothing you should know about me and Melodie. Her and Raine have been best friends since middle school. She’s like a?—”

“Sister to you.” She interrupted, and I nodded. “I expected you to say that, and all I can do is believe you. I’m no dummy,Breeze, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Please don’t make a fool of me.”

I pushed my food away and wiped my hands with one of the wet wipes that came with it, then moved my chair back.

“C’mere,” I summoned, patting my lap. She did as I asked, and I wrapped my arms around her waist. “I’m too old for games. Nothing is going on with me and Melodie, and we’ve never been romantically involved. I am protective of her, just as I am of Raine. If I sense something is wrong, I get concerned. Is that a problem?”

“No, it’s not a problem. Thank you for clearing things up.”

I wasn’t convinced she believed me, but I didn’t fully believe myself, so I couldn’t blame her. I gently gripped her chin between my thumb and index finger before pulling her toward me. Our lips connected in a soft kiss, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

“Mmm,” she moaned, putting her arms around my neck.

Our tongues intertwined and slowly slipped around each other’s. I moved my hand from her waist to caress her thigh, eventually making my way to her warm center.

I pushed up the hem of the dress she wore, moved her panties to the side, and pressed my thumb against her clit, eliciting another moan. She opened her legs a little wider, allowing me better access, and I dipped my fingers into her slippery hole.

We continued to kiss as I played with her pussy. I applied pressure to her nub and increased the speed of my fingers. Within minutes, her walls began to contract around my fingers, and my hand was covered in her nectar.

Her head fell onto my shoulder, and I gave her a moment to catch her breath. When her breathing leveled, I carried her bridal style into my bedroom. If my words couldn’t convince hernothing was going on between me and Melodie, my dick sure as hell could.How would I convince myself?

“So, what did he say?”Raine asked.

“Something came up at work, and it took longer than he expected. Oh, and his phone died.”

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