Page 144 of Rhet

“I’m wet,” she screams.

“Let me make sure every part of you is soaked.” I kneel in front of her. All her anger disappears.

I pull down her panties slowly before I feast on her pussy. She pulls at my hair as her orgasm comes. I pull her clit into my mouth, pushing her right over the edge. Standing I lift her, placing her legs around my waist and enter her in one slick thrust.

With water cascading down my back as she moans, I catch words I’m ready to hear.

“I love you.”

I thrust harder, sending both of us over the edge.

RHET

The elevator door opens to Dax’s house. I know my friends are all here. I don’t even bother to knock. I swipe my electric key on the door and open it.

“Hey fuckers. I’m home.” I slam the door behind me and a collective moan sounds throughout the room. Dax’s apartment has one of the best views of Lakeshore City. I find Cole’s red head sticking out from behind the couch. Tarek is laid up on the sofa, with his tie around his head and his mouth wide open. Jasper is holding him tight sleeping on top of his stomach.

“Why the hell are you so loud?” I hear a groggy voice say. I can only see feet peeping out from the side of a potted plant.

“I’m going to the kitchen. Rise and shine beauties.” I walk to the window and open the curtains more allowing the light to enter the living room.

“Screw you.”

“Man, what the hell Rhet.”

I walk into the kitchen, take a glass out of his dishwasher. Dax may not always have food in his home, but my best friend most definitely has alcohol. The three-story penthouse is a bachelor’s dream and perfect for Dax’s old line of work. Opening the cupboard near the fridge, I take out a bottle of cognac.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house this early?” Dax says behind me. He shuffles toward me in black sweatpants and black t shirt.

Jasper walks in after him, in a pair of grey jeans no shirt. He is twisting his thick dark brown hair into a bun. “He clearly has no life.”

“Early? Man, its one in the afternoon. Jas you have a number written in lipstick on your chest” I pour a glass of cognac for me. Jasper tries to look down at his chest and passes his hand over the lipstick “Shit, I wiped it away. I wonder whose number it was?”

Dax sits on his bar stool and stretches out his hand. “Pour me one,”

I take another glass out and pour one more drink.

Cole comes into the kitchen pressing the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. He is still wearing what I assume is work clothing “Why are we drinking again?” He sits beside Dax and puts his head down on the marble island.

“What’s your problem?” Dax asks as he stretches.

I take a sip of my cognac, feeling the burn as it goes down my throat.

Tarek comes into sight; he is having a mini fight with the tie around his head.

“What do you do when a woman says I love you?” I ask.

Cole’s head shoots up off the counter, Jasper’s jaw drops and Tarek’s hand is stuck midair with the tie.

Dax blinks like he is trying to understand what I just said “What?”

Tarek drops his hand and walks to a bar stool and sits. Now my four best friends are each sitting on a barstool while I sip cognac leaning on the sink.

“You all heard me.” I reply.

They remain silent for two minutes Jasper turns to Dax, “Is this the hot PA you and Tarek were talking about?”

I pull back “You guys were talking about me?”

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