Page 44 of Awakening
Absence Makes The Filth Grow Nastier
As the water cascaded over my body, I hoped for a sense of clarity, maybe. Instead, my thoughts remained hot, heavy, and relentless. I pressed my palms to the cool tile, steam rising around me like a slow exhale. However, there was no easing the tightness in my chest or lower abdomen.
Dana.
If it was her—if the Dana I’d tasted wine with, flirted with, imagined sin and sex with was the same Dana tied to Ajaih’s circle... shit. My body responded before I gave it permission. Arousal thrummed through me, thick and persistent. I gritted my teeth and let the spray beat down harder.
What if it was her? What if this night didn’t just blur lines, but obliterated them? I stepped out of the shower, water trailing down my chest as I toweled off. The mirror was fogged, my reflection little more than a shadow with fire-emblazoned eyes staring back at me.
I pulled on black Gucci slacks, smooth as sin and tailored like they were made for me. The black silk shirt was left unbuttoned just enough to tease the chest beneath, my own little brand of foreplay. Gold accessories glinted in the soft lighting: the solid weight of my Rolex Day-Date 40, a David Yurman Cuban link chain and bracelet that huggedmy skin like heat, and the sharp gleam of my gold bottom grill. I completed the look with suede Gucci loafers. Black on black. Sinful. Intentional. Dangerous.
When I stepped into the living room, Ajaih was already there.
And God, she floored me.
Cream silk kissed her curves like it had been poured over her. The crystal horsebit detail at her waist glimmered with every step she took, drawing my eyes to the curve of her hips and the sway of her thick thighs, glistening, oiled to temptation beneath the split of her dress. Her long, bone-straight hair fell over her shoulders like a sheet of sandy-blonde satin, and the sparkle from her diamonds was only rivaled by the gleam in her eyes.
I wanted to bend her over the couch right then and there, but I knew if I did, if I fucked her hard and rough, we wouldn’t make it out the house.
Her strappy Gucci heels made her legs look endless. Her makeup was soft, sensual, lips glossed like they’d already been kissed. I planned to ruin it all later.
“Damn,” I breathed.
She smirked and turned slowly, “Mmmm, Mr. Fairfax, you look sinfully delicious,” she floated to me, rubbing her hand down my chest to the bulge in my slacks as she kissed me.
“Indulge then, baby,” I replied lustfully.
Maverick walked out of the bedroom a second later, and my pulse quickened again. He was perfection, his dark skin covered in a chocolate silk pant suit that made his muscular frame even more defined with every step. Gold rings adorned his fingers, and matching fangs flashed when he grinned at me. He smelled like spice and sex, andit took everything in me not to press him up against the doorframe and see just how long we could make “a quickie” last. But with the three of us, nothing was quick. Every touch lingered. Every moan mattered.
And tonight, we had a rendezvous to attend.
Provocateur was humming when we arrived. Dim lights, velvet shadows, low beats vibrating through the floorboards like a slow seduction. The scent of expensive cologne and sweeter things wrapped around us like smoke.
Ajaih spotted them first.
“Caleb! Ahmir!” she called, and the warmth in her voice made me smile.
Two men stepped toward us—Caleb, tall and commanding with the build of an ex-athlete, and Ahmir, smooth and lean, with a voice that rumbled even in greeting.
Introductions were easy. Natural.
Maverick stepped forward, offering his hand.
“Man, I’ve followed your career forever,” he told Caleb, “Big fan of what you’re doing now with the college team.”
“Respect,” I added, “It takes guts to lead young women in that space.”
Caleb nodded, smiling, “Appreciate that. It’s work, but it’s heart work.”
Then came the moment that made something stir deep inside me.
Caleb pulled Ajaih into his arms, kissing her slowly, deliberately. Ahmir followed, whispering something that made her laugh, her hand gripping his bicep.
Maverick and I stood there, watching.
And to my surprise?
I was turned on as hell. “Mav, my dick is hard watching them make her blush. I’m fantasizing about you deep stroking me while my baby gets deep dicked, too,” I said as Maverick’s head slowly turned to look at me.
