Page 5 of Taeja

Damon cut her off by sighing. He crawled into the bed beside her, pulling her against his chest. “Don’t worry about Zain,” he said, gently brushing back a few strands of thick curls that escaped the high bun while she’d been lost in the throes of ecstasy. “Get some sleep, gorgeous.”

“Will you leave?” she asked. She’d thought the night would end differently. She wanted to be stuffed with their dicks. The experience was great, and she could still feel a whisper of Damon’s head between her thighs, but she was disappointed that was all she got. For once, she’d wanted to feel loved.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

She knew it was silly to expect to wake up in the arms of this handsome stranger who owed her nothing, but it didn’t hurt to have hope.

Was this how all her nights were bound to end? Was she destined to be used and then discarded like the condoms she watched men dispose of after they had their way with her?

Taeja almost laughed at herself. She knew she was foolish to think this night would be any different.

Somberness weighing on her heart, she forced herself not to snuggle into Damon’s warmth as her eyes fluttered closed.

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“Really? You’ll stay untilshe falls asleep?” Zain asked, scoffing.

Damon glared as they continued to his car, their footsteps bouncing off the walls of the partially empty underground parking lot. “You’re the one who wanted to leave,” he bitterly stated. It physically pained him to leave Taeja in that room by herself. He could still taste her on his lips, and he knew his right hand would put in overtime tonight.

Zain narrowed his eyes at nothing particular in the distance. “She’s too bold.”

He glanced at his brother, a small smirk crawling on his face as they stopped beside his black SUV. “You liked it. Do you want her?”

Zain met Damon’s gaze, transfixed by them, while his eyes became distant. A moment passed before he looked away and opened the passenger side door. Chuckling while shaking his head, Damon took his place in the driver’s seat.

The first thing he’d do tomorrow was call Taeja. Before he’d left the room, he’d used her phone to call himself so he could have her number. He’d had only one taste that almost drove him to the brink of insanity, and now he didn’t want to let her go. He wanted his brother to feel the same.

“You gonna drive or what?” Zain hissed from beside him.

Damon glanced at Zain, scoffing before he started the engine. He drove them above ground, the night lights of the city greeting them. The moon shone down on them, the stars barely visible due to the high-rise buildings, but still managed to light the way as they drove through the streets.

Parking before a bungalow rental, Damon turned off the ignition. He exited the car with Zain in tow. The door to the house was already opened, so they walked in to be immediately greeted by their friend, who sat on the sofa with highlights from a basketball match casting shadows over his face. Tsion was a renowned athlete, one they’d been friends with since college. The brothers grabbed a beer from the fridge before joining Tsion in the living room.

“What happened tonight?” Tsion pried, watching as they sat on the empty sofa across from him.

“We… left early,” Damon answered.

“Oh?” Tsion raised his brow. “Find a catty?”

The brothers exchanged a glance, and the smallest smirk popped up on Damon’s lips. Taeja hadn’t spoken anything except English earlier tonight, but being with their friend reminded him of her strong Jamaican accent.

“That’s none of your business,” Damon said.

Tsion laughed. “This too good! Next time, gimi a likkle heads up so mi nuh waste mi time leff mi yaad only fi find out seh unu ina some gyal hole.”

“She’s not a gyal,” Zain snapped defensively, shocking both Tsion and Damon.

“My bad, bro,” Tsion apologized, reaching for his glass of water.

Watching Zain move his beer to his lips, Damon smirked. Zain’s reaction was very telling.

They spent the rest of the night drinking and catching up. Though he was physically here, all that was on Damon’s mind was Taeja. Her bright eyes. Her plump lips. The curve of her waist and her fat ass. And her pussy. Damn. It was a taste of heaven. He regretted not having fucked her until she couldn’t walk and could only remember the feel of his dick between her thighs.

He snuck a glance over at his brother. Zain held a beer to his mouth while he fixated on a spot on the ground.

Moving his beer to his lips, Damon smirked and remembered the talk with his brother from earlier. Zain hadn’t said yes. But he didn’t say no either.

It only meant one thing…

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