Page 35 of The Perfect Verse
“I need a bath, and I’m sticky. It was hot as hell out there today. I didn’t want to be rude with you here, so I’ll bathe when you leave.”
He frowned and tilted his head back. “Who said I’m leaving?” He hadn’t stayed overnight since the first time they hooked up and went toDave and Buster’s. That, and he had a surprise for her.
“Well, at some point, you have to.”
She also wanted to get into her bed and stretch her legs after she bathed. His being there all day made her feel more confined, even vulnerable, particularly as she was self-conscious about transferring from the wheelchair to wherever she sat.
“Well, until I do, I’ma need you to relax. This your shit, and I’m not some crummy ass nigga that will steal from you. Handle your business, lil’ stink.”
She gasped, her lower jaw dropping before she giggled.
“Fuck you, Scoot.”
“Shit, I’m glad you asked.” He stood from the sofa, rubbing his hands together. “A nigga’s ready when you are.”
“Wait, I wasn’t saying it like that.”
He knelt down in front of her, grabbing her chin as their eyes met. “I was hoping you were, though.”
She gulped, brushing her hand over her legs. She wore a bathing suit but sat on the edge and stuck her legs in. Scooter helped her with that. She remembered how strong his arms felt as he cocooned her body against his. Luckily, he wore a plain,white T-shirt and green and orange basketball shorts with green Nike slides.
“I would never do anything you don’t want to do.”
The crazy thing was that she did want to. She wanted to do it all the time, especially after the way he’d eaten her pussy. She couldn’t stop thinking about it, pleasuring herself for hours on end, chasing the feeling only he’d ever given her. She was no virgin, at no decision of her own. However, when she was with a woman, she took the lead. She was in charge. With Scooter, that was never the case.
“So?”
“The boys?” she whispered.
“I think they’re asleep. How about this? Let me check on them, and if they’re not, I’ll chill with them until they fall off, but when I come back…” She smiled, hearing what he didn’t say. “Un huh. Get ready. Cool?”
“Cool.”
He rose just enough to plant his lips against hers. She was beautiful, the sun lightly toasting her skin. It gave her a more exotic look as the reddish-brown undertones matched the hazel specks in her eyes.
“Get the water ready. Something tells me they’re knocked out.”
The laughing and usual yelling at the television screen or a game on their iPad were replaced with silence. Still, he took the walk. He’d never admit it, but he prayed to God he was right. His dick jumped at the thought of climbing inside of her. He hadn’t had pussy since before their friendship began. There was no one serious, short of a few girls he fucked who had a tendency to hang around known local celebrities.
“Yes.” He pumped his fist like a little ass kid. He didn’t care, though. He wanted her in the worst way.
Before he left, though, he eased inside and adjusted Rell, who was hanging slightly off the bed. He then took the iPad out of Travis’s hand, kissed both of their foreheads, and covered both of their bodies. They had their own bedrooms, but for some reason, they preferred sharing a room. It was a blessing that she was able to offer that for them.
By the time he made his way to her bedroom, he quickly but quietly closed the door. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to disrobe, appearing too eager, or wait for her to give him permission to enter.
“Kee, baby. They both sleep. That sun did its big one,” he called out, easing out of his slides. When she didn’t respond, he frowned and then made his way to the bathroom.
“Kee?”
He tapped on the door, and when she still hadn’t responded, he panicked and pushed it open. His breath was caught in his throat as she sat completely naked in her jacuzzi. He could tell she was nervous, her chest heaving as he slowly closed the door. Candles were lit on each side of her, their flickers dancing around. The only sound was that of the jet stream creating rippled waves around her.
“Damn,” he whispered, taking in her nipples. They were pebbled, surrounded by her caramel-colored areolas. “Are you sure?”
“No.” She halted him, one hand lifted. “I mean, I am… I just don’t know what to do.” His creased brows told her he needed more from her. “With a man. There, I said it. I don’t know what to do when it comes to a man.”
He smiled.
“You trust me?”
