Page 30 of Dream Cum True
“I’ve told you about doing all that damn moaning around me,” I warned playfully.
Her eyes popped open, and she looked slightly bashful. “I can’t help it. When something tastes or feels good, I can’t help but moan.”
“You don’t have to help it. Just be prepared to get fucked if you keep it up.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good ass time. I’ll be moaning until we leave this place.”
I shook my head as we shared a laugh. After a few more bites, I circled back to the conversation we were having before the server brought our food.
“So, is it working?”
“Is what working?”
“My attempt to get you caught up in me.”
Even if she denied it, her smile said it all. “Maybe.”
“I’ll accept that. It means I’ve made some progress, and that’s all I can ask.”
We continued to converse while enjoying our food. Once we were stuffed, we got some to-go containers and paid for our food. We exited hand-in-hand, and just before we crossed the street to my truck, someone called her name.
Thirteen
Karla
We paused at the sound of someone calling my name, and I groaned when I saw my brother approaching.
“Who’s that?” Elias asked.
“My brother.”
“Cairo said you’ve been laying up with some nigga. That’s not very becoming of a mother with two young daughters, lil sis.”
My brother and I were never best friends, but we had a solid sibling relationship. I hated how much things had changed between us, but I didn’t regret telling my sister-in-law that he was a trash-ass, cheating-ass nigga.
“It’s also not very becoming of a man with a wife and young children to cheat on his wife with not one but multiple women. It was good to see you, though, Karlos.”
“You not gon’ introduce us?” my brother asked as we turned to walk away.
Elias responded before I could with, “I’m just some nigga. Have a good day, bruh.”
Thankfully, my brother didn’t press the issue. When we made it to his truck, Elias helped me inside before hopping into the driver’s seat. I didn’t speak until we were on the road.
“There’s no telling what lies my brother will tell our parents.”
“Why would he tell them anything? He doesn’t know enough about what’s going on between us to speak on our relationship.”
“Because Karlos is an asshole. I don’t have any other explanation. Also, he’s their golden child, and rarely do they acknowledge the wrong he does head-on. They’ve never admitted it, but once we were adults, I could tell he was their favorite.”
“Even after everything that happened with his ex-wife?”
“They were upset with him and scolded him for his behavior, but they also had a few words for me about minding my business and said I wanted Karlos to be miserable because I was.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah. I wasn’t even miserable. I was pissed, for sure, but not miserable. They kind of apologized. You know how parents do when they’re wrong but don’t want to admit it.”
“What’d they do?”
