Page 78 of Laws of Love
They finished their dessert, and her sister paid the bill before they exited the restaurant. They said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
When Aiva pulled up to her house, she went to her bathroom and started the shower. It was almost ten, and she knew that tomorrow would be hectic from start to finish. It was a day filled with court hearings, and those never failed to drain her. Mainly because she often had to try with everything she had to avoid rolling her eyes at what the opposing council and their client were asking for.
Once showered, she moisturized, put her hair in two strand twists, put on her bonnet, and slipped into bed, ensuring her alarm was set. She’d call Knox tomorrow and ask if he wanted to go with them next month.
“Why are you walking around here like you had pussy for breakfast?” Wolfe asked as he threw the football to him. Knox raised a brow at the other man and glanced toward Yasmine.
“Do you think they sell filters online?” Ezra asked from beside him.
“Yes, but I think you have to get them custom-made because he’ll need an industrial strength one,” Coen answered as Knox tossed him the ball.
“Ha ha,” Wolfe responded dryly. “I’m stating the obvious. Don’t act like the two of you didn’t notice.”
“I didn’t say I hadn’t, but I wasn’t going to bring it up like you did,” Ezra countered.
“I assumed he got some.” Coen shrugged.
“Why are you worried about my sex life?” Knox asked.
“So, youdidget some,” Wolfe stated. “I knew it. Well?”
Knox rolled his eyes. “I will not kiss and tell.”
He didn’t need them knowing that he’d attempted to live in Aiva’s pussy Saturday night and into the early hours of Sunday morning. He was sure he lost himself in her a few times, desire taking over his consciousness as he tried to leave the imprint of his dick in her; leave the feel of his skin on hers so he’d be the only thing she thought about when he wasn’t around. How he’d tried to drown in her cum when she graced his tongue with it, and still, it wasn’t enough, and he wanted more. The sweet sounds she made for him and how she moaned his name when she came. Her responsiveness and inability to keep from voicing her pleasure as he was fucking her. The way she pulled him in and let him take every fucking thing he wanted. No, they didn’t need to know that.
“On another subject,” Coen started. “I’m volunteering at this event the boys and girls center is putting on. It’s calledJust Play. It would be cool if you could stop by and hang out with the kids for a bit. Quite a few of the boys are fans.”
“When is it?” Knox asked.
“Not this coming Saturday, but the next. You can bring Yas and Aiva.”
Knox nodded. “Yeah, I’ll come and help. We can put together a flag football game or something.”
“Thanks. The kids will love that.”
He looked at where Yasmine was drawing on the sidewalk with some chalk. The five of them had lunch together, and then she insisted they go to the park. Knox was sure his friends all had work they should do but were blowing it off. She’d played on the see-saw with Coen, had Ezra spin her on the merry-go-round, had Wolfe push her on the swings, and they’d all played tag before she decided to draw.
Knox was now waiting for her to tire of the heat. By his estimate, they didn’t have long before she made it to that point, and he was proven correct ten minutes later.
“Daddy, can we go now?” Yasmine asked as she skipped over with her chalk bag in hand.
“Sure, sweetie,” he responded, throwing the ball to Coen.
“Uncle Wolfe, can you carry me to the car?”
“Do I look like a chauffeur to you, kiddo?” Wolfe asked.
Yasmine looked at Knox and raised a brow. “It’s someone who drives people around,” Knox explained.
“Or carry?” Yasmine asked thoughtfully.
“Sure, it could be,” he responded.
She turned her attention back to Wolfe. “Yes, you do,” she told him with all the innocence of a five-year-old, and all four men laughed.
“Touché, kid,” Wolfe said, as he picked her up and sat her on his shoulders.
Knox had just left Yasmine’s room from putting her to bed when his phone rang. He left her door cracked, pulling the phone from his pocket as he walked to his room.
