Page 63 of Wait For Me

“That’s right, milk the cum right out of my dick.” I felt it as he groaned his release into me. “So, fucking good, Star.” He helped me slowly ease my legs back down to the floor after pulling out of me. Jared slapped my ass and backed up a bit once I got my feet under me and was sure they were working.

“That was nuts. I almost slipped like five times,” I told him as I slapped his wet abs. The water mixed with the slap gave a satisfying pop too. I quickly washed up and then got out of the shower so I could dry off while Jared finished.

I had to grab his t-shirt and throw it on when I heard someone bang on the door. “I’ll see who it is,” I called out to Jared, who was in the middle of rinsing shampoo from his nearly non-existent hair.

By the time I got to the door, the pounding had started again. “What the fuck?” I called out before I slung the door open to greet whoever the hell was on the other side. There was a woman standing there, wide-eyed, obviously surprised to see me.

“Can I help you?” I asked, a little bit rudely considering how hard she had just been pounding down the door. She was wearing skinny jeans, what looked like an old concert t-shirt that had been through the wash about a hundred times too many, and a scowl on her face.

“Who exactly are you?” She asked.

“Hang on, I’m praying for the Lord to give me strength, right now,” I informed her. It was my way of warning her that she was going to catch an ass whooping if she didn’t drop her attitude with me.

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Where is Bagger? I need to talk to him now!” It was a question that rolled right into a demand, as if this woman had any grounds to be making one. According to Jared, no women had ever been to his house, at least not for him, so it made me wonder why this one thought it was okay to just show up.

“I’ll go get him and be right back,” I told her and stepped back to shut the door.

“Can I at least come in to wait? It’s about to rain out here.”

“No!” I shut the door in her face, because I didn’t know her from the new club skanks these days and there was no way she would get invited inside by me.

“Jared!” I called out. My man stepped out of the bathroom with nothing on while towel drying what little hair there was on his head. “There’s some woman here to see you,” I told him. And once again, I was thankful that being rude sometimes paid off. Had I let that bitch in, she would have gotten an eye full of my man. Even on the off chance that she was one of the women he’d fucked over the years, that didn’t matter. That was before. No one had the right to see his body anymore, except me.

“Where?” He asked while trying to look around me.

“Outside, where she belonged. I don’t know her, so she didn’t get an invite in.”

Jared grinned and then made his way closer so he could kiss me. “Your house, your rules.”

“It’s your house,” I reminded him.

Jared shook his head. “Nope. It’s our house, and when it comes to other women knocking on the door, it becomes your house. You make the rules. You don’t want someone inside, they don’t come in. Period.”

“You have become a very wise man.”

“Yeah? Let me get dressed and see what this chick wants, then we’ll work on all the other things I have to show you that can make you proud of me.”

I laughed at the idiot as he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that was long enough to cover his groin. Yep, he was a smart man after all. Sweatpants season, especially when he was the one wearing them, was for my eyes only.

I walked with him to the door, but before he got there, he turned to me. “Do you want her inside?”

“It’s about to rain, so there’s no need for you to stand outside, but I’m not going anywhere if she comes in. If you’re prepared for me to hear whatever she has to say, then invite her in. If not…” I left those words hanging there between us.

“If not, we’ll have a problem anyway. Twinkles, if a man came to the door wanting to see you and you didn’t want me to hear what it was about, I’d have an issue with that.”

“Good to know we’re on the same page then.”

Jared opened the door and instantly recognized the woman. “Vina? What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in? Your whore of the day left me out here to get rained on.”

“First of all, you’re going to drop the attitude about my old lady. Secondly, we never had anything between us, so no matter who I have in my house, it’s not your fucking business to comment about them. We clear?”

“Yeah, sorry,” I heard her mumble before Jared opened the door and let her in. I stood back, sipping on some water, as I watched her look around. “Looks different since Breakneck moved out.

“You been here with Break?” Jared asked.

“Twice,” she confirmed.

---