Page 89 of Right Side of Paradise
I wanted Christian to fuck me until my legs shook and I wanted Soul to taste Rico’s cum on my tongue when he kissed me. I didn’t care what anybody said, that sounded like a perfect Saturday to me.
Too Good
Tuesday, July 8, 2025
“You need to get that?” Rico asked the second time I ignored my ringing phone.
Securing the guard on my clippers, I shook my head. “Nah, I’m good.”
“You sure? I can wait.” He looked up at me expectantly, his eyes trying to connect with mine.
But I didn’t feel like telling him I was dodging calls about my condo inspections. My place was ready to occupy. All I had to do was sign some paperwork and start moving my shit.
But that meant walking away fromthis. And this was something I didn’t even know I wanted before. Now I couldn’t let it go. Couldn’t let them go.
Rico was sitting on a chair in my bathroom, waiting for me to finish touching up his taper. He came looking for me when Harlow and Soul said he couldn’t be in the kitchen with them. And since I took the week of our birthdays off, I had nothing but time for him.
It’d been four days since I kissed him, and I still couldn’t find a reason to regret it.
Right now, the only thing I regretted was having a home on the other side of the island with my name on it.
He angled his head to look up at me just as I was turning on the clippers, but the intensity in his stare made me turn them off just as fast.
“Wish you’d talk to me instead of thinking so loud.” He was eye level with my waist and rested his hand there while I tried to find something to say.
I never found the words.
But Rico did. “What do you want for your birthday?”
“I already got it,” I told him honestly.
“What was it? Harlow?” He snickered, still looking up at me through his lashes.
“No.” But I couldn’t deny her part in it. Without her list, I don’t think we would’ve gotten here so fast. Or at all. I told him as much and he hummed his agreement.
My skin prickled the longer his stare lingered. I didn’t understand how Harlow and Soul dealt with his undivided attention so casually. He’d been looking at me for less than five minutes and I wanted to give him whatever he asked me for.
Between him, Harlow and Soul, I was never going to have a normal heart rate again.
“You can kiss me, Chris.”
His voice, teasing and promising, pulled me out of my head and back to the magnetic hold he had on me, “Didn’t say I wanted to kiss you, Rico.”
“Nah,” he conceded coolly. “But you been staring at my lips since I got in here.”
I blinked and he was standing now, crowding me near the counter because the chair in the center of the bathroom didn’t leave much room.
Without speaking, he freed the clippers from my grasp and let his chest brush mine as he set it aside.
“Look at me.”
My dick stiffened at the command, and I did what I was told.
He lightly tapped my temple.
“You don’t have to overanalyze everything before you do it, Chris. You can just do it because it feels good.”
Something hard twitched against my thigh and I didn’t know if it was his dick or mine. I was too swept up in him to try and tell us apart.
