Session 33

Chapter six

I couldn’t shake off Angel's words. It was like they’d lodged in my ear and taken up permanent residence in my brain, but she was wrong. I wasn’t sad. There was too much going on in my life for that.

Grabbing my cell phone from the driver’s seat, I scrolled through my contacts until I found Keisha’s number, then dialed it. Sometimes, I tended to overthink things, but sadness wasn’t an option—I refused to entertain it.

The line rang once, then again. Keisha finally picked up, her voice bright. "Hey, Cass! What's up?"

“I’m down the street. Come outside.” I hung up without waiting for her response.

Pulling up in front of the duplex where Keisha lived, she emerged shortly after I parked, clad in a short pink pajama set. The tiny shorts barely covered her thick thighs and ass, her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her top. Her breasts bounced as she made her way to my truck, her bedroom slippers slapping against the pavement.

She leaned down, smiling like she’d just hit the jackpot.

“Get in.”

She opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, her hand brushing my arm. “Hey, baby, why didn’t you say anything to me at the party?” she asked, her voice already starting to grate on my nerves.

“I was busy. Couldn’t you see?” My tone was rougher than I meant it to be.

She nodded, forcing a smile. “Okay, no big deal. Are you coming in?” She looked hopeful.

I let out a short laugh, unzipping my pants. “No, I’m not coming in,” I said, pulling out nine hard inches. “Think you can handle this for me?”

Her eyes widened for a moment before she giggled, her excitement barely contained. She got to work, leaning, she practically swallowed my whole dick.

She didn’t need coaching—she knew what she was doing. My head tipped back against the seat as she took me deeper. I could feel the head of myself at the back of her throat as she sucked, slurped, and licked. I let out a low groan. “Good girl,” I said, smoothing my hand over the nape of her neck. “Now faster, and don’t choke,” I groaned.

She moaned around my dick, speeding up, using no hands until I felt myself getting ready to cum. Grabbing her head roughly, I pushed it further down and fucked her mouth. “Oh, shit, suck the nut out!” I groaned, and she did, swallowing every drop like it was nothing. When she pulled back, her lips were glossy, her eyes bright.

For this reason alone, I kept her around. She could suck like a Hoover vacuum. But as soon as my dick was back in my pants, my mind returned to Angel.

I thought about asking Keisha if she thought I was sad, but how could I take anything she said seriously? She’d run outside half-naked in the middle of the night just to please me. There are three hundred sixty-five days in a year, how many other dicks was she sucking?

Keisha sat up, smoothing her hair, looking at me like she was expecting more. I reached into my wallet, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and handed it to her. “I’ll call you in a few days, Keisha.”

She pouted but got out of the car without a word. I watched her walk back to her duplex before pulling off.

Some fire head was usually all I needed at the end of the night to put me to sleep, but I was wide awake. Thinking.

I busted a U-turn and headed back to Jonas and Naomi’s house. I had a bedroom there. I could ask Ms. Angel directly what she meant by me being sad in the morning.

Why did I even care what she thought? Because for the first time ever, a woman had seen something in me that wasn’t superficial. Because she had a witchcraft-type smile. Because I liked the way she said my name. She took her time with it, enunciating each syllable.

What was wrong with me?

After letting myself into Jonas and Naomi’s house, I took the stairs two at a time, heading straight to the room Naomi had put Angel in. I paused at the door and peeked inside. She lay sprawled on top of the covers, drooling slightly in her sleep. The light on the nightstand was still on.

Quietly, I stepped into the room and took a blanket from the end of the bed. I draped it over her, making sure she was covered and warm because Jonas kept the temperature on Alaska.

For a moment, I just stood there, watching her sleep. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, her lips slightly parted. She was so damn pretty. Too pretty. And the way she’d felt sitting on my lap earlier…

I sighed, running a hand over my face. What the hell was she doing to me?

Before I could spiral any further, I slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind me. I headed to my own room, my thoughts tangled in ways I couldn’t make sense of.

Angel said I was sad. Was I?