Page 41 of Beyond The Stars

Qamar did something he’d never done before. He kissed her passionately. “That attitude gone now, huh?”

Sluggishly, Siasia smiled. “I need a nap.”

“We almost there. You’ll get some sleep when we get to the house.”

“Why I can’t go to sleep now?” She pouted.

He laid in the bed on his back, staring at her with those bedroom eyes and a slick bead from eating her pussy. “Because I need you to ride this dick, mama.”

With a sore pussy and all, Siasia straddled him, easing down on his semi hard dick. Her mouth fell open at the feeling of him swelling inside of her. If he wanted more pussy, then she wanted more dick.

Qamar gently pushed open the door, careful not to make a sound as he carried a sleeping Noodle in his arms. The house was massive, the kind of place that seemed to swallow sound. Siasia followed closely behind, her eyes wide with a mix of exhaustion and awe. She had never been in a place so grand, with its high ceilings and elegant décor.

They had just gotten off the jet, the hum of the engines still ringing in their ears. But the beauty in the house from the moment they pulled up made Siasia’s tired eyes open with wonder.

Closing the door, it automatically locked on its own since the lock was smart and didn’t require human interactions. It locked automatically every time the door was shut unless programed otherwise. Qamar adjusted Noodle in his arm, using the other to directed Siasia to follow him with a light tap on her thigh. Chill bumps covered her spine. Any time he touched her she was willing and ready to take him down right then and there. Even with the ache between her legs, Siasia could go another round with him. The mile high club was cool but sex on the moon was even better. That was what being in Qamar’s world felt like—the moon.

The journey to his room seemed long since the house was massive. They walked through the kitchen and up the stairs that led them right to his room. He was the baby and only child that still lived with Stephanie so it was no brainer when she offered him the room that was deemed an in-law suite. His everyday scent filled her nose as soon as the door was pushed open. Gourmand. Siasia swept her eyes around the room, determining it was exactly the way she’d expected his room to be. It had grey and black furniture with hints of mustard to add a pop. His bed was big but the sitting area off to the side was what caught her attention. The floor-to-ceiling window was curtainless—like his condo in Lynn Beach.

“You nosey, ain’t you?” Siasia joked as Qamar tucked Noodle in his bed.

Trying to keep his voice down, he chuckled. “I never thought about it like that.” He shrugged. “Maybe I am. I think I like windows because I get to see the sky—talk to the universe.”

“Dream about going to the moon.” Siasia smirked.

“Lately, I been thinking about the stars… can’t seem to figure out why.” He faked confused, resting his finger on his chin.

His long legs headed to the sitting area in front of the window. Tapping the seat beside him, Qamar beckoned her, watching the slight sway of her hips. The hips he loved to be between.

“You ain’t sleepy?” Siasia asked, tucking her feet under herself and getting comfortable.

Qamar yawned. “I wasn’t until you just said that. I slept a little on the flight to get to Lynn Beach, shit gave me an extra ten hours seem like.”

Siasia swallowed hard at the mention of him saving them from Lynn Beach.

“How long your pops been hitting your mama?” Qamar’s question sliced through the small moment of silence.

“He’s not my pops. That’s Noodle’s daddy but he ain’t mine.”

“Semantics, mama. Stop glazing over the real questions, though.”

Huffing, she looked out into the sky. The moon didn’t glow as bright since it wasn’t full. The stars did twinkle though. They always did when she was near Qamar. “The how long don’t really matter. All you need to know is she ain’t smart enough to leave.”

He hummed, allowing her confession to sink in. “Why was you at the club? Is that something I need to look forward to every time you run away?”

“Runaway?” Siasia scoffed. “Nigga, I’m grown.”

“But you love running away from home.”

“Qamar, just stop!” she snapped. “This ain’t home, and I’m reminded every time I step into your world.”

He pulled her onto his lap and stared into her eyes. “She ain’t mine,” he confessed.

“Who?” Siasia’s asked with her face bunched, staring into his brown orbs.

No longer able to resist the urge, Qamar pecked her lips before elaborating. “Belinay. She ain’t mine but she’s mine.”

“I’m scared to love a man because my mama always picks the wrong man which means I’ll pick wrong too because that shit is hereditary,” she confessed. A truth for a truth because even when he was pouring his heart out, she didn’t want him to feel alone while doing it.

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