Page 64 of Breeze and Melodie

“Word?” She nodded. “I’m not gon’ rub on your pussy because my hands are dirty, but if you turn around and push them leggings down, I’m sure my dick will find his way home.”

“Breeze, I’m not about to?—”

“You should be tired of telling me what you won’t do.”

“But what if that man sees us?”

“I hope he enjoys the show. Turn around and put your hands on that counter.”

She followed my directions, and as soon as her hands were on the counter, I grabbed the waistband of her leggings and pushed them down. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and I couldn’t refrain from smacking her ass . . . hard.

“Ow!”

“Shut that shit up and get ready for this dick.”

I pushed the front of my basketball shorts and underwear down, and my dick popped out. After smacking her ass again, I slightly bent my knees and rubbed my dick up and down her ass crack.

“Toot that ass up, Mel.”

She did, and my dick knew where to go and what to do. Once I was snugly inside her, I gripped her waist while she continued to hold onto the counter. While I delivered deep strokes, she matched my energy and threw that ass back. We climaxed simultaneously in under five minutes, but that shit felt like we’d had hours of foreplay.

“Damn, baby. That pussy was wet and ready, and I hadn’t touched you.”

“I told you I was wet.”

“You sure as fuck didn’t lie. Let’s go home.”

“What’s going on with the house? I thought y’all found the one you wanted,” Shyne asked.

“Someone outbid us by a few grand, and Mel didn’t want to go any higher, so we’re back at square one.”

It had been a busy Tuesday with back-to-back clients. Our mentoring group met every other Tuesday, and Adan and Zayn offered to take the last two boys home because their parents were no shows and weren’t answering their phones.

“There are a few for sale in my neighborhood, but the houses aren’t new construction. The newest one was probably built twenty years ago.”

“I wouldn’t mind it, but I’m not sure how Mel feels. My lease isn’t up for six months, so we’d have time to do some renovations if needed. I’ll talk to her about it tonight and reach out to our realtor tomorrow if she’s cool with going that route.”

“Raine would be ecstatic if y’all lived within walking distance.”

“I’ll use that as one of my bargaining tools. I’m about to head out. You ready?”

“Yeah. Let’s roll.”

He turned off the lights, except the one we left on every night, and I secured the alarm. Once outside, he locked the door, and we headed to the parking lot. Before we reached our respective cars, police cars sped into the lot, coming to a screeching halt around our cars, with sirens blaring and lights flashing.

“What the fuck?”

“What the hell?” Shyne questioned.

We stopped walking and stood only a few inches apart. The last thing we needed was for the officers to say we tried to run.

“That’s him. That’s the man who did this to me.”

It only took me half a second to recognize her voice as she pointed in my direction and lied. I had no idea what she claimed I did to her, but I knew it was a lie.

Three officers rushed in my direction, and I instinctively dropped my backpack and put my hands up. Without explaining to me what I was being accused of or reading me my rights, the officers slammed me to the ground, forced my hands behind my back, and put me in cuffs.

“What the fuck is this about?” Shyne asked.

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