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I felt my body start to tighten as I continued to thrust into her. Despite how closely I was holding her to me, she continued to work her hips and squeeze her muscles forcing me to erupt with her.
Her body was shaking as she released with me and I held her closer so she understood I would throw her off the cliff of pleasure but I would be there to teach her how to fly. Her walls squeezed my dick erratically, the pulsing milking every drop I had stored up as I came again.
“Ori.”
She was breathless, her body pliant on top of me, her hands no longer clinging to the sofa but hanging limply at her sides. I kissed her softly and held her closer to me as she continued to unravel. The last thing I wanted was to leave her when she was so vulnerable and we were both so emotionally raw. When she finally stopped trembling she angled her head and kissed me more passionately than ever. She pulled back and I could see the tears in her eyes but the relief on her face. Relief brought on by a release and I was sure she thought I was going to press her. Asmuch as I wanted to I wasn’t going to take advantage of the state she was in now.
The look on her face was intense and I was sure it mirrored mine because she had my mind and my heart racing but also calm in a way I’d never experienced. She was turbulence and peace, leaving me hungry for more as she satiated every part of me and fucked my mind and body like no one else could begin to touch. I kissed her, not to incite her lust but to reassure her I understood. She rotated on my dick, which still hadn’t gone down and wouldn’t if she kept this shit up before she wrapped her arms around me. I grabbed the blanket, covering both of us before we fucked up and got sick.
“Sleep, Mira. I’ve got you.” I cradled her in my arms, the big spoon to her little and allowed us both to drift off into a peaceful sleep
MALE/HO'AO/MER'Ä
ORI
William Avery was probably going to lose his namesake tonight. Thankfully, he already had an heir to his business that would continue the legacy long after his death.
There was noprobablyabout it. If William Jr kept up with his grandstanding I knew for a fact that one of, if not all of my brothers were going to take turns pulling out his bones like a human form of Operation. Since I was the groom, I knew they would let me have first dibs.
Straight for the spine.
I’d never seen a grown man act so damn spoiled about everything. And not just spoiled he was incredibly pretentious about every aspect of our night. First, the place that I’d decided to eat wasn’t really a good fit for him. He complained that the champagne he wanted wasn’t on the menu and that there wasn’t a sommelier walking around making pairing suggestions. I don’t know how he thought I was on that type of time but I guess he thought he was going to run the evening.
I’d already told everyone how he was, but my cousin Grant hadn’t been briefed. When he walked in the room, William Jr. assumed that he was part of the security staff and tried to order him around. WJ was lucky that my cousin’s wife Lyric wasn’t with him because I know she would’ve shot him in his foot and asked questions later.
Instead of giving him another thought, Grant came over and embraced me, allowing his silence to embarrass the fuck out of WJ yet again. He couldn’t find his footing with any of us because he refused to just fucking relax. He kept bringing up shit that didn’t impress any of us because despite the money we had; we were regular as hell. Cultural differences didn’t help his case either. Asha’s best friends were American and she’d lived here for so long that nothing besides her accent announced her nationality. But WJ’s ass was fucking British. Probably had the fucking Union Jack tattooed on his back like rednecks had the Stars and Bars. Everything about him worked my nerves and even my brothers trying to run interference were getting fed up.
When Grant’s fame became known by an offhand remark about his season going well, WJ was more intrigued than he’d been before.
It was funny as hell when he tried to impress Xerxes by speaking in Arabic and Xerxes just looked at him like he couldn’t understand what the fuck he was saying.
Assuming ass.
Never mind that all of us knew what he was saying; it was just the way he went about shit that was off-putting.
“Ion’t know how you gone make it with that one.” Yacouba was sitting to my right and Grant was on my left. I was thankful that the date we’d chosen lined up with his bye week. His team was going to make another run for the ring and I appreciated him breaking focus to come out and celebrate with me.
“I don’t either. She doesn’t really deal with any of them too tough besides her twin and her daddy and they’re a whole other continent away most of the time.”
“I never really thought about you having in-laws, Ori. Lyric only has Cory and Travis but how is your ass gonna deal with other people’s parents and shit? That ain’t like you at all.” Grant eased back in his chair and shook his head in disbelief.
“Just because I never had to do it before doesn’t mean I can’t. You of all people know that looks can be deceiving.”
“Damn right. I see lil’ cuz mixing it up on the sidelines and shit. At first, I thought Lyric’s ass had changed him but then I remembered the way he fucked up her ex. I ain’t even into gossip and shit, but when I saw it was you and how you fucked D-Mill up? Bruh, good job.” Yacouba dapped up Grant proudly and he had the nerve to look bashful like he wasn’t out here fucking people up.
“His ass is dead now so he’s one less thing to even think about.”
Grant said that shit so plainly that I had to battle the urge to look at Yacouba. Calm, like he knew that we’d had a hand in it but I wasn’t about to break code and ask him if he knew shit.
“Couldn’t have happened to a better muthafucka.”
Grant was nodding as he looked over at Yacouba meeting his eye. “I agree. I just hope the next time somebody calls themselves doing me a favor they don’t. I had plans for his ass and now I can’t follow through with them.” Grant raised his brow looking between the two of us and smirked before he tossed back the rest of his liquor. “Let me go run interference with your weird-ass brother-in-law as a thank you.”
We both watched him walk away, heading toward Smoke who was listening raptly to whatever it was WJ was saying. He was relieved he had a captive audience but we knew Smoke was figuring out the best way to kill his ass and dispose of his body.
“That nigga too damn smart.” Yacouba’s words made me chuckle because we should’ve known better than to keep him ignorant of what we had planned. He ran his hand down his face and I knew he was reassessing every interaction with Grant, attempting to figure out how he’d underestimated him.
“Did you doubt it? He might get chased around for a living but his ass ain’t dumb. You seem to forget how we fucked up hisSuper Bowl because you didn’t want me to choose between the two of y’all.”
