Page 141 of The Coldest: Stay Dangerous Part 2

“Humor me.” I shake it in his face, grinning when he snatches it.

“If that box is missing some–”

“It’s not. Now come on. I’m horny as fuck.” I peel off the straps of my romper then snatch off my bra. “I can’t believe you knocked out my dad and threatened my mom. And you put Auty in her place.”

My words settle into the air as Rico kneads my neck with his lips. In all of my thirty years, no one has ever stood up for me. Not one person. Laughed it off, maybe. Told me don’t sweat it when we’re alone, sure. But what Rico did? Especially with Auty?

Never.

Tears spring almost immediately. Rico leans back, probably sensing the change in my mood.

“Thank you,” I hiccup. “Thank you for sticking up for me.”

Rico moves the flyaways from the wig out of my face. He nods once, then leads me to my ensuite.

Rico’s phone buzzes for the third time, but he doesn’t even glance its way. His attention is on my feet, rubbing the left one after rubbing the right foot for over thirty minutes.

We took a shower together. He washed me while I bawled my eyes out, putting me right under the spray and took off my wig, the makeup, and the tough girl armor I need to get through seeing my family.

After rubbing me down with cocoa butter, we’re both on my bed, naked, watching him rub my feet. Neither of us has spoken for over an hour, but it’s not awkward, nor is it loaded.

It’s peaceful.

Except for his phone. Auty’s called him three times now, and has texted him twice that amount.

“You gonna answer her?” I rasp, grabbing his phone.

“No, and you aren’t either.” He leans up and grabs his phone, turning it off before throwing it on the ground. “You were seconds away from breaking your sobriety. Only thing I’m worried about is making sure you straight. Haze got a husband and a wife to tend to her.”

“About that.” I sit up on my pillows. “What was Mom talking about? I thought they were all together.”

Rico digs the pad of his thumb into the sole of my arch. Somehow, it makes my pussy clench.

“Legally, Turk had to marry Patience. So yeah, they’re all together, but according to the state of California, Patience and Turk are man and wife.”

“Hunh.”

Rico digs his thumb once more, before his hands roam up my calves to my thighs.

“Enough about them. I believe you owe me some pussy, my love. I’m here to collect.”

My legs spread as he settles between them. Our gazes lock as his tongue curls around my clit until his piercing touches a nerve only he knows about. My back arches off the bed as I hiss, hands falling into his waves.

A long thick finger plunges into my center. When he curls it and massages my g-spot, I erupt, his name a chorus on my tongue as he continues to take me higher than I’ve ever been.

A feeling no one can ever duplicate, only him.

His finger leaves me, sliding south and circling my forbidden hole. I clench automatically, my eyes popping open.

“Relax,” he blows onto my clit.

“I can’t,” I whine as his finger traces my rim slowly.

Two fingers surge into my pussy, and he brings me to another orgasm in no time. As soon as my back touches the sheets, his other finger enters my other hole.

“Full!” I yelp, my eyes rolling into my head. The burn is foreign, but like with whatever Rico gives me, I welcome it.

My legs spread further, my knees hitting the cool sheets as I surrender to him. His fingers work together, stretching me in new ways. His lips make contact with my clit again, and I seize.