Page 38 of Next Level
Motherfucker’s going to pay for what he’s done.
I stay silent so she can continue.
“He’s always been an asshole to me. We’ve never been close, but to deny me and say I’m not his family stung. Even though I was going to ream him a new one for what he did.”
I stay silent because I don’t really know what to say. I want to kill the guy, but I can’t tell her that.
“I’m sorry,” is the only thing I can say to her.
She gives me a half smile. “Thank you, but if I were you, I’d want to murder him. If he took my kid, I’d want him dead.”
Relief. Cherry does get me.
“He’s still your brother. I understand your side too. That’s why I’m just listening. I want to be here for you.”
I grab her hand and bring it up to my lips for a kiss.
We sit in silence.
When I can’t take the distance between us any longer, I stand up, grab her hand that is still in mine, and lead us to the bed before pulling her onto my lap.
I let out a long sigh. “I want to talk about us.”
Cherry’s eyes light up, then she gives me her pearly whites. “Oh yeah? Is there even an us?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Um, there better be. At least I want there to be.”
Cherry wraps her arms around my neck, clasping her fingers behind my head as she leans down, engulfing my lips with hers.
Moving my arms around her, I grab her ass cheeks with both hands. I grip her, rocking her against my very hardened erection, and we both sigh in approval.
I break the kiss and say breathlessly, “Yeah, I’m not letting you go that easily. I want you.”
I kiss her neck. “Today and…”
I kiss her collarbone. “Like every day.”
She purrs, motioning her hips back and forth, torturing me.
I slide my hands up her back, lifting her shirt over her head. Kissing her beautiful breasts, I grip her shoulders from behind, pulling her to me as we fall back on the bed. She whimpers, and I murmur, “Mine,” before retaking her mouth.
Tilting her head back, she huffs. “We’ll see.”
I spank her ass, and she cries out with pleasurable pain.
“There is no ‘we’ll see,’ it’s only, ‘Yes, Ray’,” I tease.
Cherry whispers inches from my mouth, “If I have time.”
I roll her onto her back, placing myself between her legs.
“You better make time,” I say low and breathy.
She snickers.
I give her a quick kiss, lean up on my shins, and pull off her shorts along with her panties.
“I don’t do drama,” she counters, surprising me.
