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“Yes?”

“Grab another cup and tell Stone that I’d love for him to get out of my pantry to join us for tea.”

Chapter

Fifty-Two

Stone

Mack was standing outside the apartment building with a cigarette in his mouth when I pulled into the parking lot just before seven. I wanted to be home when Beulah arrived. She’d been a nervous mess during tea with Gerry today. Although Gerry had only mentioned she knew we’d fucked in her pantry once. It had been a side note at that. She hadn’t seemed to be surprised or upset about it. That didn’t matter to Beulah. She was so fidgety and couldn’t hide her expressive eyes and pink cheeks. It had been fucking adorable.

Getting out of my Range Rover, I pocketed my keys and phone then headed toward Mack. He had a purpose for being out here other than to smoke. His apartment had the same balcony as mine. If he’d wanted a smoke, he could have used his balcony or the rooftop. His being out here when he expected me home meant something.

“What do you need?” I asked bluntly. I didn’t have time to beataround the bush with small talk.

Mack took a long drag from his Marlboro and let the smoke that didn’t damage his lungs back out of his nose and mouth. “You dating Beulah?”

I’d known this was about her. When I had gone to his apartment to get her, I knew then she was in his sights. The man had no morals. I’d been furious and ready to kick him out when I’d found her there. It had taken extreme self-control not to lose my shit.

“It’s more than dating. But if you’re asking if she’s available, no, she isn’t. And she won’t be. Ever.”

Beulah was a beautiful woman. Men wanted her. I understood that. But dealing with it head-on was difficult. My possessive nature flared, and I wanted to act like a fucking maniac to get my point across. I refrained. Barely.

“I thought it was headed that way. Wasn’t sure. Wanted to check first.”

I waited for him to say more. When he didn’t, I walked past him and focused on getting inside before I planted my fist in his face for nothing. My temper needed checking.

“She’s different. She wasn’t like the others. I didn’t want her the way you think I did. I was interested in more,” Mack added just before I escaped him.

That admission should make me feel better. It didn’t. He wanted what I had. He wanted what I already knew. She was a rare find. I took a deep breath and forced myself to admit that this was unavoidable. She was special. Other men would see it. I had to learn to live with that.

“She’s mine.” The simple statement sounded chauvinistic even to my own ears. At that moment, I didn’t give a fuck. It was the truth. I was big on brutal honesty. Why hold back now?

He gave a nod. “Not planning on making a move. I had a feeling. Like I said. Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t getting thewrong signals.”

“You weren’t,” I barked more than replied and went inside before he could say more. I was almost to my floor when I realized he was still out there. She’d be home soon. Knowing how he felt, I didn’t want him waiting on her if that was what he was doing. Pausing, I started to turn around when the door opened, and I heard Shay say, “I got the damn pie. Jesus, stop bitching.”

“It’s about time you did something right,” Mack replied.

“When I had your dick down my throat, and you were shouting for me to swallow it all, I didn’t hear any complaints,” Shay shot back at him.

“Baby, you want me to put you on your knees and do it again, then keep talking. I have thought of little else since you took my entire load then licked those fat lips of yours.”

It was quiet then. I didn’t move simply because I didn’t want them to know I’d heard this interaction. It wasn’t my business. Although the reminder that Beulah wanted my dick in her mouth had me hardening as they discussed it.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I want,” Shay replied.

“Marty won’t be here for another thirty minutes. Get your hot little ass inside and get on your knees.”

“Will you shoot it on my face this time?”

“Hell yes, I will,” he replied.

The door opened and closed quickly behind them. Turning, I went into my apartment fully erect. Knowing that Shay was taking Mack right now the way I wanted Beulah to take me was fucking with my head. It hadn’t been my conversation to overhear, but I’d heard it nonetheless.

I turned on the lights as I went through the house and waited impatiently for Beulah to get home. I knew she cooked dinner for Gerry, and they ate together. I loved that she did it. But right now, I needed her more than Gerry did.

I began pacing the living room when the door finally opened.

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