Page 16 of Taeja

A small smile came on his face, brightening it. “Let me know if you ever need help to study.”

Taeja laughed, using her hand to splash some water at him. “I doubt we’d study. Yu nav no behavior.”

“Says you?”

She grinned, trailing her eyes down his sculpted chest. “You have a point.”

“I know,” he said, chuckling. “Are you done, or do you want to stay longer?”

“Yeah, I’m done… Can you bring me home after?”

Damon nodded. He reached for the towel before helping her out of the bath. He dried her off and held her in his arms, bridal style, when he carried her back to the room.

With her arms wrapped around him, Taeja laid her head on his chest. “Thought you didn’t like it when I touched you?”

He scoffed. “I never said that. I want you to touch me.”

“Mek sure when mi start live ina yu skin, yu nuh complain.”

He chuckled, placing her on the bed. “I won’t. Do you want me to dress you?”

“It’s fine. I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, and she nodded. “Okay, I’ll be downstairs. Do you remember the way?”

“Yes, Damon. Yu nuh fuck all the sense outta mi.”

A smirk crawled onto his face. “Round two?”

As tempting as that sounded, Taeja dramatically shook her head. “Keep yu big buddy ina yu pants. Yu mash me up enough already.”

His smirk stretched. “Next time.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” She smiled when he threw her a wink before leaving the room.

A silly grin crawled on her face as she remembered all that had just happened. Between her thighs still stung, and her throat felt sore, but it was all worth it. She was looking forward to the next time.

Taeja wasn’t a woman of much patience, but she figured she’d need it when it came to Zain. She’d do whatever it took for Zain to reach the level of comfort Damon had with her.

With that thought in mind, she got dressed, then made her way downstairs.

Zain was leaning on the counter by the sink. He looked freshly showered and his long locs were free from the hair tie now. Taeja frowned, wondering if they were back to square one.

Damon was leaning on the island, facing away from Taeja. He had on a shirt. The short sleeves hugged his biceps, luring Taeja to come over and squeeze them.

Zain dragged his eyes to her first, and Damon followed shortly after. Biting back a blush, she held her head low, focusing on the tiled floor of the kitchen. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she wanted to scold herself. Rarely ever did she crawl into a hole around men, yet here she was.

“Ready to go, gorgeous?” Damon asked, and she nodded. Damon walked toward her, the sound of jingling keys punctuating each of his footsteps.

She looked from him to Zain. “Bye, Zain…” she whispered, her heart stilling when he pushed himself off the counter and took long strides toward her. The hairs on her skin stood at attention when he stopped before her. She could smell his intoxicating cologne. It had her clit throbbing as if the fragrance was Zain’s mating call.

The throb wildly increased when Zain leaned down and placed a quick, feather-light kiss at the center of her forehead. “Bye, Taeja.”

After Damon dropped herhome a few minutes later, she walked as bestas she could up the pathway to her house. A silly smile was on her face despite the slight pain she still felt. Having sex with two men at the same time was better than anything she could’ve imagined.

That joy was ripped away when she entered her house.

Her dad stood in the foyer, his arms crossed and a scowl on his lips. “A which car dat drop yu off?”

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