Page 67 of Awakening
“A mistake is washing the coloreds with the whites. You went out and made a whole fucking human. That’s more than a mistake. That’s a full-blown production.”
His nostrils flared, and then his words turned venomous. “You never loved me because you were too busy having lesbian fantasies about that fat bitch you call a best friend. I wonder how your bestie would feel knowing you wanna fuck her, that you fantasize about her, that you want a romantic relationship with her. That would ruin your little friendship real fast, wouldn’t it?” The expression on his face was smug, like he just threw down the big joker.
I blinked at him, deadpan, then called over my shoulder, “Yanna, babe, can you come here?”
Yanna sauntered over, calm and radiant, those little ass shorts clinging to her wide hips. Even in the middle of some bullshit, I was ready to snatch her soul out of her body with my tongue, let it return to her body, and eat it out of her again.
“What’s up?”
I thumbed toward Colson, “This walking midlife crisis is trying to blackmail me. Says he’s gonna tell you I wanna eat your pussy and fuck you.”
Yanna gasped, placing her hand dramatically over her chest like she’d just found out she wasn’t the only one in line at the DMV. “Oh my God! We’re best friends! Best friends don’t do that!”
I turned to her and smiled, “I don’t know what other best friends do, but I know I’m about to eat your pussy when this bum ass nigga goes back to wherever the fuck he came from.”
I grabbed her waist, pulled her in, and kissed her full on the mouth. Not a polite kiss either, no, this kiss was a deep, wet, unapologetic French kiss that tasted like the promise of something nastier to come and red wine as Yanna’s hand slid down to cup my ass like she owned stock in it, and I moaned against her lips.
Pulling back, Yanna and I laughed as Colson stood frozen, eyes wide, mouth moving but no sound coming out. He looked like he just saw the Wi-Fi router explode.
“You were saying?” I asked.
Yanna looked at him with a cool smirk, “And just so you know, after your little run-in with JaJa and Mav on the plane, we had you checked out,” the color draining fromhis face by the second, “Turns out the FBI’s been investigating you for money laundering, embezzlement, and tax evasion.”
Dana had joined us by now, arms folded, eyebrow arched like she was grading his life choices.
“We know where your offshore accounts are,” Yanna continued. “We know your wife left you for cheating and putting your hands on her. So if you even think about running to the media about us or with some fabricated trash, well—”
She stepped forward, her voice dropping into velvet-coated steel, “I will make it my personal mission to see to it that your door is kicked in faster than you can say ‘plea bargain’ and the beautiful little girl of yours will end up like her father, joining the military for some stability and a hot meal because her father didn’t now when to leave well enough alone.”
Colson stammered, pale and pathetic, “You can’t—”
“We already did,” Dana cut in, sipping her wine like it was sweet tea and not hot legal tea.
“Get the fuck off my porch, and if you ever decide to pop up again? You’ll be treated as a trespasser,” I said, holding my fingers like a gun.
He turned and walked away, fast, looking like a man who just realized his Uber rating dropped.
Yanna turned to me, licking her lips. “That kiss?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve been waiting for that.”
Dana’s eyes raked over me like she was looking at prey. Yanna’s lip was between her teeth, eyes littered with lust. My body was already responding before a single word was said.
“Still shaking,” Dana murmured, walking up to me slow, grabbing my hand as she pressed her free palm to my chest. “Your heart’s doing numbers.”
“I…” My breath hitched as her fingers slid beneath the band of my tank top. “I think I’m just mad.”
“No, baby,” Yanna purred from behind, her lips brushing the shell of my ear, “You’re wet.”
My knees almost gave.
“Take it off,” Dana said, voice low, eyes locked on mine.
I didn’t ask which one, I simply lifted my top and let it fall to the floor as my breasts spilled free, nipples already tight from anticipation. Yanna stepped around to face me, mouth already open. She didn’t wait. She kissed me, her hunger for me soft at first, then deeper, filthier. Her tongue sliding against mine while Dana dropped to her knees behind me and bit the curve of my ass through my terry cloth shorts.
I moaned, arching into her face as she yanked the shorts down, dragging her tongue across the crease of my thigh, making my pussy throb.
