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“It doesn’t matter.” And it didn’t, because she wouldn’t be on whichever side she chose. He grabbed his toiletry bag and a pair of boxers and went into the bathroom.
“Fuck,” was the breathy response that met him when he stepped out twenty minutes later, and he raised a brow at her.
“Are you okay, gorgeous?”
Her eyes roamed over him, and Slate chuckled as he realized she was taking in his tattoos. There hadn’t been an occasion where she would have seen them until now. They ran from his left shoulder to his elbow and across his left pectoral and back. An intricate anchor was housed along his right ribs.
“I’m okay,” she responded after a moment. “I just didn’t know you had tattoos, let alone so many.” She turned on the lamp beside her.
He technically only had four. The piece on his left was made of three separate ones, but it looked like several different ones. He also knew that wasn’t the only thing she’d been staring at, but he refrained from pointing it out.
“Do you have any?” he asked, turning the light off.
“Two,” she responded. “One on my hip, the other on my sternum.”
Slate hummed as he moved up the bed, her legs spreading to accommodate him as he toyed with the bottom of her shirt. “You want to show me?”
“I might eventually,” she replied with a smirk, her hands running along his shoulders. “You have such broad shoulders,” she said almost absentmindedly.
“They’re leg rests,” he corrected. He moved closer into her space, lips brushing hers. “Because I’ll have your legs thrown over them while I’m tongue deep in your pussy.”
He swallowed the soft gasp she released with a slow kiss as she laced her fingers through his hair. Slate meant what he said, but patience would be his best friend tonight. The last thing he wanted was to keep the house up, and he planned on her being as loud as he wanted her to be the first time he got to have her.
The kiss ended with a soft peck, and he moved off of her, settling beside her and pulling her into his chest. Slate reached over and turned off the lamp, fully aware of the sexual tension his statement sparked between them.
7
“How was everyone’s New Year?” Zuri asked when the ladies met for lunch a week later.
“Aryah and I made our favorite snacks, watched movies, and counted down to midnight,” Aariah responded. What about you?”
“Nova and I went to a family gathering, ate a lot of food, and played some games,” Zuri responded.
“How were your mom and grandmother, Alivia?” Nova asked.
“They were good. My grandma insisted we try to build a volcano to set off at midnight.”
“How did that go?” Talia asked with a laugh. Alivia’s grandmother was a riot and always up to something. Talia thought she might have been a low-key pyromaniac because she was always trying to make something erupt or explode.
“I’m pretty sure she put gunpowder in the bottom when Mom and I weren’t looking because that explosion was insane, and some cinders caught a bush on fire.”
The table laughed while Alivia shook her head. It wasn’t Talia’s first time hearing that something had caught on fire during one of the older woman’s antics. It was the reason for her assumption.
“Anyway, what about you, Tal? What did you do?” Alivia asked.
“Kaydence, Journee, and I went to a party at Maximus’ house.”
“Did you all have fun?” Aariah asked.
“We did. The party was fun; his house is beautiful,” Journee responded.
“Axel told me it was a ski lodge before Maximus bought it.”
Talia nodded. “Slate said the same thing. I don’t know how it looked originally, but the remodel is beautiful.”
“Slate?” Alivia asked. “You saw him at the party?”
“They went together,” Nova stated passively, and Alivia returned to her food.
