Page 41 of Right Side of Paradise
Lucky Pierre
Family Meeting
Soul was the only one in the kitchen when I walked through the back door around six o’clock.
The visit to my condo had only taken a couple hours, but I stopped by my parents’ house afterwards before going to the bar to make sure things were set up for tonight. I needed to be back there in a few hours, but not before I took a minute to decompress around the only people who wouldn’t make me be social if I didn’t want to.
Instead of greeting me, Soul’s focus went straight for the Tupperware in my hand.
“What’s that?” he asked, sipping on a can of coconut water.
“Dark cherry hibiscus cookies.”
He whistled lowly, his hand out before I could fully close the door behind me.
I handed them over easily, smirking at the way his eyes rounded.
“My dad made them. Said he was trying a new recipe. Save some for Rico and Harlow.”
“Yeah, aight,” he agreed off-handedly, eyeing which one he wanted.
That made me shake my head. It didn’t take much to please that man.
“I put your plate in there,” he shared as I neared the fridge.
I didn’t need to know what was on that plate for my mouth to water. I’d had a light lunch at my folks’ house, but nothing compared to the way Harlow’s mama got down in the kitchen.
“How was dinner?” I asked, my back to him while I put my plate in the toaster oven.
I couldn’t decipher the sound he made so I turned to find his mouth full and a devilish glint in his eye.
“What?”
He shrugged, but the mischief in his smile was more telling.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“It went good. Ms. Yvie and Grandma Edith said they missed you.”
“And?” There had to be more to it. I loved Ms. Yvie and Harlow’s grandma, but they never made me act the way Soul was acting.
Did Rico say something about this morning?
It wouldn’t bother me if Soul knew. It wasn’t a fucking secret how I felt about Harlow.
But I was still trying to figure out what it meant that I hadn’t tripped when Rico walked in and saw me like that.
If the look dominating his face hadn’t been ravenous enough, his dick getting hard while he watched me come down solidified my suspicions.
Rico hadneverlooked at me like that before.
And I may have been in a rush to leave but not so much that I didn’t notice he’d taken that thong. My cum was all over it, and I’d be lying if I said my mouth didn’t run dry every time I thought about it being in his possession.
A piece ofmewas in his possession.
