relationship on a clean slate.”
A small smile crept onto her face, while her eyes held a bit of confusion.
“Relationship?”
“Yep. Relationship. Let’s cut the bullshit, Bee. Despite whatever cloudy ass words you want to classify it — leaning in or whatever — this is a relationship. We’ve been exclusively screwing each other’s brains out for at least six months, albeit inconsistently …your fault…”
“Wait,” she interrupted, “Exclusively?”
“Have you been with someone else?”
“Well no.”
“And neither have I, so that’s how exclusivity works.”
“And how is the inconsistency my fault?”
“Really?” I replied, rolling my eyes.
“Fine. FINE. You’re right. But…”
“No buts, we’re doing this. Full steam ahead. I’m talking fancy restaurants, sexy lingerie, all that shit.”
“But you know we still can’t tell our families, right? I don’t want—”
“If you think Cassidy didn’t call Everett to tell him as soon as she breeched your doorstep, I’ve got a beach house to sell you in Idaho,” I laughed.
“If she hasn’t spilled the beans by now, I think I’m good.”
“Wait…she knew?”
“She’s my best friend, El!”
“Cadence is your best friend. And, I thought, the only person in our immediate circle beyond us who knew.”
“You can’t tell me that Cade’s the only person you’ve talked about this.”
“Besides the point. The person I told is not married into the family!”
“Ah ha! I knew it! Oh my god, who else knows?”
“Trey, but he’s my best friend, Bee !” I said, mimicking her tone for justifying telling Cassidy.
“Har de har. But for real, can we hold off on telling the family until we see where this is going? I just…” Devorah broke off and looked away again.
I grabbed her arm, pulling her closer.
“You just…” I prompted.
“I just need a little time is all. Can you give me a little time?”
“I dunno, Bee. I mean...I might need some incentive to keep my mouth shut.”
A sneaky little smile crossed her lips before she slowly licked them. She stood, moving directly in front of me. Using the tip of her foot, she nudged my legs apart and stood between them. Not breaking eye contact, she grabbed the hem of her dress, slowly raising it. As the hem traveled up her thigh, so did my gaze. She soon revealed a set of black, lacy panties and a matching bra, which barely restrained what, was undeniably my favorite part of Bee’s body, her beautiful breasts.
As she whipped the dress over her head, my hands charted a course beginning at her thighs, over her ass and up to cup those mounds. Devorah’s eyes slid closed as I teased her nipples into hardened peaks.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as I moved forward, tugging her bra up slightly to take a peak into my mouth, while still stimulating the other with my left hand. My right hand traveled south, skimming down her stomach to the waistband of her panties.
She brushed my hand away, stepping back slightly. She was a sight, chest heaving, bra twisted, eyes sparkling with barely restrained lust. She adjusted her bra and turned to walk out of the room. I sat there on the couch until I heard her ask, “You comin’?”
“So what were the other rules?” Ellis’ low rumble pulled me out of the orgasm induced hazed I’d been in. I was dozing off when he asked the question I had no definite answer to. The only real rule I had regarding the rollout of this relationship was how it would eventually be revealed to the family. The last thing I needed was Imogene Landon-Lee calling me and going on about how good girls don’t hop from brother to brother. Or how I should have never gave Everett to that damn ginger girl for the millionth time.
“Well…er…um…” I stalled.
“Wait a damn minute. There aren’t any rules beyond don’t tell my mama are
A small smile crept onto her face, while her eyes held a bit of confusion.
“Relationship?”
“Yep. Relationship. Let’s cut the bullshit, Bee. Despite whatever cloudy ass words you want to classify it — leaning in or whatever — this is a relationship. We’ve been exclusively screwing each other’s brains out for at least six months, albeit inconsistently …your fault…”
“Wait,” she interrupted, “Exclusively?”
“Have you been with someone else?”
“Well no.”
“And neither have I, so that’s how exclusivity works.”
“And how is the inconsistency my fault?”
“Really?” I replied, rolling my eyes.
“Fine. FINE. You’re right. But…”
“No buts, we’re doing this. Full steam ahead. I’m talking fancy restaurants, sexy lingerie, all that shit.”
“But you know we still can’t tell our families, right? I don’t want—”
“If you think Cassidy didn’t call Everett to tell him as soon as she breeched your doorstep, I’ve got a beach house to sell you in Idaho,” I laughed.
“If she hasn’t spilled the beans by now, I think I’m good.”
“Wait…she knew?”
“She’s my best friend, El!”
“Cadence is your best friend. And, I thought, the only person in our immediate circle beyond us who knew.”
“You can’t tell me that Cade’s the only person you’ve talked about this.”
“Besides the point. The person I told is not married into the family!”
“Ah ha! I knew it! Oh my god, who else knows?”
“Trey, but he’s my best friend, Bee !” I said, mimicking her tone for justifying telling Cassidy.
“Har de har. But for real, can we hold off on telling the family until we see where this is going? I just…” Devorah broke off and looked away again.
I grabbed her arm, pulling her closer.
“You just…” I prompted.
“I just need a little time is all. Can you give me a little time?”
“I dunno, Bee. I mean...I might need some incentive to keep my mouth shut.”
A sneaky little smile crossed her lips before she slowly licked them. She stood, moving directly in front of me. Using the tip of her foot, she nudged my legs apart and stood between them. Not breaking eye contact, she grabbed the hem of her dress, slowly raising it. As the hem traveled up her thigh, so did my gaze. She soon revealed a set of black, lacy panties and a matching bra, which barely restrained what, was undeniably my favorite part of Bee’s body, her beautiful breasts.
As she whipped the dress over her head, my hands charted a course beginning at her thighs, over her ass and up to cup those mounds. Devorah’s eyes slid closed as I teased her nipples into hardened peaks.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as I moved forward, tugging her bra up slightly to take a peak into my mouth, while still stimulating the other with my left hand. My right hand traveled south, skimming down her stomach to the waistband of her panties.
She brushed my hand away, stepping back slightly. She was a sight, chest heaving, bra twisted, eyes sparkling with barely restrained lust. She adjusted her bra and turned to walk out of the room. I sat there on the couch until I heard her ask, “You comin’?”
“So what were the other rules?” Ellis’ low rumble pulled me out of the orgasm induced hazed I’d been in. I was dozing off when he asked the question I had no definite answer to. The only real rule I had regarding the rollout of this relationship was how it would eventually be revealed to the family. The last thing I needed was Imogene Landon-Lee calling me and going on about how good girls don’t hop from brother to brother. Or how I should have never gave Everett to that damn ginger girl for the millionth time.
“Well…er…um…” I stalled.
“Wait a damn minute. There aren’t any rules beyond don’t tell my mama are
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