Page 32 of Yearn
Cadence cleared her throat.“He came to clean the pool, but he would rather drown in her pussy.”
“Bitch, what?” Ro let out a choking laugh.
Smirking, I rubbed my forehead. “Alrighty then.”
“What are we thinking?” Cadence asked.
I lowered my hands. “So let me get this straight. We have a choice between dungeon daddy, an elevator reunion, and a horny pool boy?”
“Yes.” Cadence’s voice was prim.
“Exactly.” Ro’s was hungry.
“Oh Lord.” I shook my head. “So which one are we voting on?”
“Honestly. After tonight’s very. . .heated conversation about a specific young man in your basement. . .” Cadence didn’t miss a beat. “Pool Boy. Final answer. That cover alone deserves a trophy.”
“What’s on the cover?” I asked.
“Young man, wet abs, water dripping down his chest, jeans slung low. And the Black heroine behind him holding a martini like she already knows she’s about to ruin his whole life.”
“Sounds like literary art to me.” Ro howled. “But, pool boy? Please. That’s training wheels. What Tey needs is a Mommy Dom romance. Don’t play—those exist.”
Cadence shrieked. “No, we’re not reading something that filthy. We have already taken this book club to the trenches of hell. I would like to pass the gates of heaven when I die.”
“Bitch, you’re not seeing heaven with that library card. God sees everything you’re checking out!”
All three of us burst out laughing.
After a few minutes, the chuckling died down, and warmth filled the spaces between us.
Silence stretched seconds later, but it wasn’t heavy. It was that good silence, the kind that meant you’d laughed enough, shared enough, loved enough for the night.
“Alright,” I said softly. “Thanks, you two. I needed this.”
“You always got us,” Cadence whispered.
“Always,” Ro echoed, louder. “Now go downstairs and check on your tenant and his cock.”
“But be smart,” Cadence added.
Ro snorted.
I smirked. “I will. Goodnight, y’all.”
“Night,” they said together, and their voices wrapped around me like the safest hug.
I hung up and let the quiet settle in my heart. The silk of my red pajamas clung to me. The echo of their laughter buzzed in my ears.
For the first time in months, I didn’t feel tired.
I felt alive.
And somewhere below me, in that basement, Dominic was probably still awake too.
Alright. Will I truly talk to him tonight and handle this? And what will happen when I do?
Chapter six
