Page 52 of Capacity
I shot into her, filling her up. I shut my eyes and a deep, primal groan tore from me. She was my church and her holy walls were alive and pulsing, milking every drop of worship from me.
“Knight,” she drowned in the sound of my name and I watched her face morph. Her neatly arched brows were pulled together, her full plump lips still held teeth marks from where she’d bitten into them in the throes of passion, and sweat beaded across her forehead, casting a glow. She was absolutely flawless.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lumi.” My words spilled into the crook of her neck and I hoped she absorbed them. I hope they sifted into her like stardust.
She caressed my back and dragged her delicate fingers through my hair making my scalp buzz. “You are beautiful,” she said back to me. Her voice wobbled and I pulled back to look at her. Tears shimmered in her emerald-honey eyes.
“Did I hurt you?” I wondered if I was too hungry for her. I laid beside her and hooked my arms around her body.
“No,” she sniffed resting her head on my chest. “I don’t know if it’s stress, relief, or a little bit of both.” Her dark hair fanned out over the pillow and her arms and shoulders. Tousled streaks of onyx.
“Hopefully, it’s relief,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Let’s have breakfast and talk about this situation with Zach.”
“I’ll cook,” she said sitting up. I loved Lumi’s cooking. I was going to gain ten pounds letting her do her thing in the kitchen. Lucky for me, she loved hitting the gym with me most mornings before we went to work.
“You know, this is the first time you’ve cooked at my place,” I said when we were in the kitchen. Lumi tossed on my t-shirt and nothing else when she got out of bed. It was too big on her petite frame so it slipped down her shoulder revealing smooth, glowing skin the color of bronzed cocoa. The hem of the shirt swept the top of her thighs and I wished it were shorter so I could get a glimpse of her perfect round ass underneath.
“It is. I think I know where everything is though. Plus, cooking will get my mind off things.”
“Still pissed at the adoption process?” I quizzed knowingly.
Lumi wanted to adopt Zach so he wouldn’t have to stay at the group home for six months waiting to turn eighteen but the director was giving her the runaround. She had to fill out several forms repeatedly and I personally thought it was bullshit. She wanted to keep Zach there to lord control over him and Lumi.
“Yeah. I’m trying to play nice but this woman is hell-bent on keeping Zach holed up in there. It’s beyond frustrating.” Her shoulders tensed and I moved to rub them, kneading out the tension.
“Go over her head. You’ve been going back and forth with her for a week over three forms and it’s ridiculous. I’ll get you the contact information for a friend I have at DCF.” Connecticut Department of Children and Families would give Lumi all the information she needed and help her with any forms. She didn’t need to talk to the group home director.
“Shit, why didn’t I think about that?” She sighed, shaking her head.
“That’s why I’m here.” I kissed her exposed shoulder and she giggled pushing back against me with her ass. My dick was ready in a blink. Hard. Hungry.
“Stop it, Knight. I’m never going to fix breakfast if you keep fucking me.”
“I’m fine with that. I can eat your pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” I bit her shoulder and laid kisses on her neck.
“I need a bowl,” she said trying to focus on cooking while my hands inched up the t-shirt. She stretched and stood on her tiptoes, reaching for the cabinet above the stove.
The laughter and happiness floating through the air came to an immediate halt. Lumi’s fingers wrapped around the neck of the Johnnie Walker whiskey stashed there. She pulled it down, warping her features into a giant question mark.
“Knight, what the hell is this?” She shook the bottle in my face and I let my head drop while I groaned.
“It’s not what you think,” I told her.
“What do I think it is, Knight?” Her voice was sharp and it sliced into me. I wasn’t used to hearing that kind of edge from her.
“You think it’s my secret stash of liquor.”
“Is it not?” Her brows jerked up to her hairline.
“No. Yes. Not like that though. I’m not drinking, Lumi.” She was facing me now with her arms folded. The bottle of unopened whiskey sat on the counter beside her like she was guarding it from me.
“Then why is this here?” She asked, narrowing her emerald gaze at me.
“It’s just there. I keep it so that I can challenge myself to remain sober no matter what. Even if I have liquor in the house.”
“That’s interesting because tomeit seems like you’re holding on to it in case you break down.”
“That’s not true.” A frown pinched my brows together and creased my forehead.
