Page 40 of Citiali: Teach
I smile thinking it fits. “So did I. I’m not one to sugar coat shit, this is meant to be, it’s happening and that’s now. Are you ready, Dyani?”
“Ginny said she grew up with you and Mitena. They both told me you’re honest and blunt. I need that so don’t change. I’m ready and already agreed to be claimed. I’d rather that not be on a counter although the ol’ ladies said it’s hot but I have a bedroom in my head.” She’s completely serious.
I bark out a laugh and step in, hugging her to me again. “Don’t tell me about the ol’ ladies and I won’t bore you with the crazy Brothers. Tell me what you like and what you don’t.I’ll never know how to keep you happy without your input.” She hasn’t had a problem standing up for herself but I remember seeing timid when we first landed. Lifting her, I walk to the bedroom.
“I was told and don’t plan on changing. Nitis did tell you I’m a handful. That was your warning.”
Shaking my head, I set her down. “No, it’s a heads-up that you’re determined, focused and willing to work for what you want. I’ll help when you ask, where I see you can use an easier path and probably when you don’t want my help. Every Brother I know is a handful in one way or another. Men don’t see their counterparts in women. I do. I’m done talking about it and ready to move on, moving you right out of these clothes.”
Her arms go up, the secret smile shows and I’m more than happy to focus on the body I haven’t seen without layers of clothes, even the dainty Native garb has no chance tonight.
Lifting her shirt from the waist, I smile at her hair that got a little bushier but it’s cute. “Your hair suits you.”
Her hand goes right for it but I stop her. “I know what it means to you but I think it’s cute this way. Untamed, unruly, you called it un-Indian but I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.”
She drops her hand. “It’s growing fast but untamed and unruly do capture the way it feels. I was ashamed when they sha…”
My finger over those dark lips stops her. “No, never ashamed. You made it here, you found your dream job and me. Surviving is no reason for shame so get that right out of your head.”
She pats my chest. “I was ashamed when they shaved it but realized it made it easier for me to blend in with men. Tame your flashing eyes, Citiali.”
Looking down I smile, there is nothing manly about my new ol’ lady. Unless she’s sparring with the women, she’s asdainty as her new Native clothes. With a flip of my thumb on the shell that serves as a button, her flowing pants fall. “Yes, ma’am.”
She turns toward the bed and I see the mark. “You’re marked like me.”
She laughs at me. “Not like you. Ginny told me about Atohi, so not like him either. I just have the clan mark and it’s small. You have too many clothes on.” She acts as if theTsalagi is no big deal.
“It’s the Cherokee, North American Iroquois lineage.”
Her hand waves. “Yeah, I know. You want help there?”
I lift my shirt the rest of the way off. “It’s important and holds relevance, Dyani.”
“Not to this moment. It’s been there my whole life and no one ever cared. Right now, I don’t care.” She’s up and takes my shirt.
Getting my breeches off, I smile seeing she’s got the shirt folded and my cut hung on the back of the chair instead of draped over the arm. “Thank you.”
“You’d have wasted more time.”
My arm shoots out and I lift her, curling her into me. Her impatience means I’m wasting time. I stop that with a kiss that has us both moaning. Her bare chest against mine is the cause for me. Everything feels right in this moment.
She surprises me winding her legs around me. “You need to be…”
She slides onto me so I shut up and move. Women being so fuckin’ weird leaves my head so I focus on being right here with her.
I feel the pull but don’t jump. “Stay right here with me. They can celebrate later.”
“Don’t drop me.” She leans back and I think it would never happen. Bowing my back, I lean taking a nip of her nippleas I lift her. I let it go slamming her down then suck it hard when I lift her again. “That hand on your pussy is making it hard to focus.”
Secret smile has me riveted. She has no shame. I love that.
Her legs tighten and I feel her trying to hold herself on me. I bend and take that nipple in again, getting a louder moan and I swear a searing flash of white light.
“Fuck! Hold on.” The ancestors are fuckin’ crazy.
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Seeing a room when my eyes open, I’m relieved. Being on the floor, with my girl seemingly asleep on me, is just nuts. I don’t even try to move. I move Dyani to the bed and suspend a towel to the sink while shakily standing. I throw appreciation to the crazy ancestors and pluck the towel out of the air to clean my girl.
