“Naw, I’m good,” he said in a low voice.
After taking a deep breath, I grabbed his hand and led him to the couch. Once we were seated, I angled my body toward him. “What made you come see me?”
“I needed to see how you were doing, not just hear you say you were okay. I had an appointment earlier, then I went took a shower and made my way to you. I mean, I missed you too, girl. When did your dad leave?”
“A couple of days ago. Once he saw I could get around and do for myself without much pain, he headed back to Mesquite. I was gonna ask you to come see me when you called.”
“Is that right?” he asked as he grabbed my hand and kissed it.
“Mm hmm. You’re fun to be around, and you’re really the only friend I have.”
He nodded. “So how’s the writing going?”
“Like shit.”
“Why?”
“I’m trying to motivate myself to sit there and focus. I just want to lay around. I can’t afford to lay around. This is my livelihood. If I don’t write, I won’t make as much money.”
“When a new book comes out, your readers probably snatch it up quick, huh?”
“Hell yeah. The day of. That ensures I’ll have a good check every month if I release every month.”
He rubbed his hand down the back of his head. “I understand.” He glanced at me and said, “You know, if you were mine, you wouldn’t have to worry about that shit. I’ll still help you where I can though.”
“I’m not asking for help, Christian. I’m just explaining how the process works. I’ve been taking care of myself for a while now. I appreciate you offering though.”
I slid my hand to his cheek as he stared at me. I knew to talk sweetly to him, even when I was shooting him down, because I didn’t want to get on his bad side. If he thought he was being unfairly attacked, he struck back without hesitation. Gliding my fingertips through his beard must have served as an aphrodisiac, because I noticed his erection. That shit was mouthwatering, even through his pants.
He licked his pink lips as he stared at me. I swore he was turning me on so much. “Mya, you on restriction for another week, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Unless you want me to disregard that shit, I suggest you stop.”
Teasing him, I brought my other hand to his other cheek, and innocently asked, “Stop what?”
He bit his bottom lip and swiftly pulled my leg over him, causing me to straddle his lap. I thought my pussy was gonna squirt all over his ass. His hands slid to my ass, and he gripped my cheeks. “Or you gon’ find me nine to ten inches deep inside this gushy shit between your legs. Quit fucking with me, girl.”
My eyes closed involuntarily. I was so fucking turned on. Feeling his erection between my legs was dangerous as hell. I was wanting to say to hell with that restriction. I wanted him so badly. When his lips and tongue graced my neck, I couldn’t help but roll my hips against him. Suddenly, my good sense kicked in, and I slid off his lap.
“Damn. You gon’ make me fuck up my cervix.”
He chuckled. “That’s all you, girl. Surgery or not, though, I’m gon’ fuck that shit up regardless.”
My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. He had a serious erection. I had to taste it at least. I slid my hand over his dick, and he roughly grabbed my wrist, lifting my hand from it. My eyes went to his to see the frown on his face. “What?” I asked.
“You tripping. You know you can’t have it, so why you fucking with me?”
“I want to taste it. You gon’ deny me that?”
“Hell yeah. I won’t have no restraint after that. I’ll have yo’ pussy sliding down my shit immediately after. Give me an inch, and I’m gon’ take a fucking mile. No question about that shit.”
I slid my hand over my face and sat back on the couch. I was so fucking wet. “Okay. Well, please let me go put on something more presentable. This shit is only making things harder for both of us.”
I glanced down at his erection again. He grabbed it, I assumed trying to adjust himself, then looked back at me. “Yeah, that’s probably best. All that ass hanging out of that shit you got on got me wanting to see what kind of groceries you got on your shelf.”
I literally had to grip my pussy at his words. My eyes fluttered shut as a frown of frustration graced my face. When I felt his hand slide over mine, I released my grip, allowing him to replace my hand with his. I opened my eyes and stared at him as he slid his fingers inside my boy shorts, going straight to my clit. He gently pulled it between his two fingers, stroking it perfectly.