“Yes,” she gasps. “Oh my God, I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
But she can’t answer; all she can do is shake her head side to side. She’s holding on to the shirt with all her might, her fingers white where she holds it together just beneath her breasts.
“I think you can,” I say, and pull my fingers out to tease her folds, up to her clit and back down again. She’s sopping wet, dripping over my hand and down her ass.
I want inside her so badly my teeth ache with it.
“This is insane,” she whispers just as her whole body seizes and she cries out with her climax. I continue to pet her pussy, kiss her belly and her cleavage, as she rides it out beautifully. Her body is cast in firelight, a light sweat covering her face.
She’s absolutely breathtaking.
“Hot damn,” she mutters as her body calms. “You’re definitely a lot of fun.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart.”
Chapter Thirteen
~Kat~
“Hey girl,” I say as I answer my phone. “Do you need me to pick something up?”
Addie covers the phone to talk to someone else, then comes back. “No, I think we’re good. I was just wondering when you’d be here.”
We’re all meeting at our friend Cici’s house for girls’ day. Cici has known Addie since back in the day when Addie was a model. Cici did her hair and makeup, and they’ve been friends ever since.
Which works out well for the rest of us too because Cici loves it when we all invade her salon to get pampered.
“I’m on my way now,” I reply. “Be there shortly.”
“Okay, good. Hurry.”
She hangs up and I shake my head. Addie’s always been a little bossy, but she’s gotten even more so since she’s been pregnant.
My phone rings again, and I answer without looking at the caller ID. “So, you do need me to pick something up?”
“I can’t think of anything,” Mac says with a chuckle.
“Sorry, I thought you were Addie.”
“You’re on your way to gossip with the girls?” he asks. One of the things I love about Mac is, he calls it like he sees it.
“Yep, I just left your mom a few minutes ago.”
“Thanks for working with her,” he says. “I wish you’d let me pay you.”
“It’s all about ethics,” I reply. “Technically, I should tell her to go to someone who isn’t banging her son, but I don’t think she’d go talk to someone else.”
“Do you talk about us banging often?” I can hear the smile in his voice, and I wish I could see him.
“Har har,” I reply.
“How is she?”
“She’s good.” I check my mirrors and switch lanes.
“What did she talk about?”
“I can’t tell you that,” I reply, rolling my eyes. We have the same conversation after every session with his mom. “But I can tell you that she’s going to be just fine.”
He exhales loudly. “I hope so.”
“You don’t give her enough credit. She’s stronger than she looks, and with time, things will improve.”
“I heard from Dad this morning.”
“Really?” I frown and pull into Cici’s parking lot and kill the engine. “That surprises me. He hasn’t even tried to call your mom.”
“I know. He just realized she wasn’t home.”
“She’s been gone for two weeks.” I stare blindly at Cici’s window. Cami is waving at me to come inside, so I hold a finger up to say “give me a minute.”
“He’s been gone most of that time, at the casino.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. Anyway, he asked me for more money, said some loan sharks are after him, but I told him no.”
“Good for you, Mac. That couldn’t have been easy.”
“It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be,” he replies, surprise in his voice. “My mother left him two weeks ago and he’s just now noticing? Maybe this is what’s going to wake him up. That, or he’ll lose his kneecaps soon.”
“Let’s not think like that,” I reply, and hope it doesn’t come to that. “But I do agree that this might be the turning point for him.”
“Okay, enough about my family drama. I want you to have a blast with the girls.”
“Thanks, we will. Are we still on for dinner tonight?”
“Absolutely,” he replies. “Have fun, babe. I’ll see you later.”
I hang up and gather my black patent-leather handbag with little red cherries all over it and walk inside.
“Seriously, you’re going to see him later,” Mia says, and takes a bite out of a cupcake.
“Cami’s texting Landon as we speak,” I reply, pointing to Cami, who has her nose in her phone, her thumbs flying furiously over the screen. “You’re not giving her shit.”
“She already did,” Cami says, not even looking up from her screen.
“Hey girl,” Cici says with a wide smile. “Welcome to my humble new abode.”
“I love it.” I turn in a circle, examining the space. “Are you all settled in?”
“Yes, and I never want to go home.” She winks and points to the pedicure chair between Riley and Addie. “Have a seat.”