Page 26 of It's Love I'm After

“Send the address.”

A giddy feeling surges through my body when Germayne disconnects the call without another word, and I quickly send him my address.

“What is your mom like?” I ask, lying against Germayne’s chest.

Germayne and I are in my bed on top of the blankets, fully clothed, talking while I enjoy the calming effects of being in his arms.

“If I had to give an example, I’d say she’s like Dwayne Wayne’s mom inA Different World.” Germayne chuckles, andthe heavenly sound vibrates my head, bringing a smile to my lips.

“Oh, is she more nurturing, overbearing, or compassionate?” Dealing with Vernise O’Neal makes me nervous about meeting and mingling with Germayne’s mother for the weekend. “How about your dad? Is he militant, an undercover perv, or someone you admire?”

“Are you scared to meet my people, Chaniya?”

Got damn, Germayne!

The low octave in which Germayne asks his question has me shifting to see his face because I need to stare into his eyes.

“I’m not scared, per se. I just want to prepare myself for what I’m about to encounter. If the roles were reversed, I would have you avoid my mother like the plague.”

If things between Germayne and me develop into something long-term, I must figure out how to integrate him with Mom. The way she treats me is a level of toxicity I don’t want to bleed over onto anyone else. Granted, Mom is strategic and syrupy sweet to everyone but the child she birthed. Yet, I don’t feel the need to chance her interaction with Germayne, especially if it could potentially ruin whatever happiness I’m experiencing.

“Whenever you’re with me, you’ll never have a reason to fear anyone, regardless of who they are.”

My body moves without permission when my mind demands that I seal in his declaration. Thankfully, Germayne gets the silent request, and a smirk upturns his lips before his head lowers, meeting me halfway. The awkward position of my body might be painful later, but it’s a pain that I’ll gladly welcome for this moment. The smile in Germayne’s eyes contains a sensuous flame that increases my body temperature. An irresistibly devastating grin slides in place the closer Germayne’s head becomes. My pulse is racing, and my breaths are coming outin low and slow pants from my desire to connect with this handsome man.

With the speed of light, Germayne gathers me into his arms before holding me snugly seconds before connecting our lips. When his tongue enters my mouth, shivers of desire race through me, and my pearl thumps with wild abandon. The guttural sound from Germayne has me desperate for more as my arms claw his shirt like a kitten. Germayne breaks the kiss only to trail light kisses from my lips to my neck, causing a heady sensation to surge through me.

“Please.” I pant, ready to throw caution and risk to the wind.

“I—”

“No, don’t reject me. I know it hasn’t been very long for us, but I’m sure we’ve both fucked people for less.”

Okay, blame my overheated libido or my lack of toe-curling sex, but I want Germayne in the worst way after feeling his lips on mine. If the truth be told, I can ultimately blame this on Germayne’s persuasive lips that spoke to every part of my body.

This man got me ready to beg him for the dick with his young ass.

Tuh, you calling this grown-ass man young while thrusting your hips against him is nasty work.

The statement registers in my mind, and sure as shit, my pelvis is moving slowly without instruction from me.

“Come on, Chaniya. We’ve been doing so—mm.”

No longer in the mood for rebuttal, I suck Germayne’s bottom lip into my mouth while slowly caressing his dick through the joggers he didn’t have sense enough not to wear over here. Feeling the hardening of his hammer encourages me to keep going, and my tongue begins a voyage of pleasure I don’t want to cut off.

“Mm.” A moan escapes my mouth, and my grip on Germayne’s weighty dick tightens.

Wordlessly, Germayne sweeps me weightlessly into his arms, allowing my pelvis to rest in his lap, and heat settles within my lower region when his dick thumps against me.

12

GERMAYNE

“Man, stop all this damn crying and tell me what the fuck is going on.” Pacing back and forth, I try to reel in my frustration from Desi calling me.

I had just made the decision to give Chaniya the dick when my phone started ringing back-to-back. Answering Desi’s call and hearing him crying like somebody was dying had me stopping Chaniya in her tracks. My dick was hard as parchment paper leaving her crib, only to get here and Desi’s wack ass was doing more crying than talking.

“Here you go.” Chaniya’s soft voice interjects, handing Desi some tissue.

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