Chapter 19
Nineteen
I heard the squawking birds outside and wondered which type they were. I’d never been to Red’s Island before now and didn’t know anything about its culture. As I lay here in the six o’clock hour of the morning, I vowed to request food from their culture from Daphne. It was only Tuesday, and I’d been here for four days. She should be comfortable with me asking simple questions about her people.
Right?
All those things and more populated my mind as I studied the six-foot, six-inch peanut butter-hued slab of muscle sleeping next to me. I’d been up for about thirty minutes now, unable to sleep since my last trip to the bathroom. Ishaan and I had fallen asleep down at the beach, but he awakened me at some point to come inside. It worked out well and on time, considering my compromised bladder. Other than that, I could have lay out there all night. The baby rested well at the water.
Now, the baby was up and active, which likely kept me from sleeping. I wouldn’t complain. Ogling the father of my child had been satisfying. Ishaan slept partially on his back and partially on his side with his long arms stretched over his head, one covering his face. I could see the stubble of hair on his abdomen and chest. Obviously, it was more noticeable beneath his breastplate where there were no tattoos.
His skin there was damn near flawless. Now, having a little view of his backside, I could see an imperfection on his lower back. It was a recently healed wound, something I’d asked Ishaan about, but he didn’t give me a real answer. I didn’t push then, not wanting to pry. This morning, I wanted to pry. I’d decided to move into a big ass, mansion style home with three strangers. Not to mention, I was bringing a baby.
Our baby …
My only prayer was for Ishaan to keep his word and come home every night to help me raise this baby. My protective veneer of raising my child alone had been waning. I didn’t want to do this impending job alone. After spending more time with Rayna and Sundryia, I realized I didn’t have to. If Ishaan said he’d do this with me, I needed to allow him to. Taking a deep breath, I told myself, again, I’d do it. I’d give this shit a try with the crazy man who wasn’t who he presented himself to be.
Ishaan’s pretty boy features gave sexy, safe, and soft. But what was evident to me in this very moment, as I shared a bed with him was, he was deathly dangerous. This wound told of his secret, as did the bandage he returned to me with last night on his palm. Ishaan had been injured during his call to duty. So, yeah, all I could do was pray.
“They have no power, Hayden. Have you been praying?” Ezra’s deep rasp sounded in my mind.
Then my phone vibrated behind me on the nightstand. Getting to it was a task when I realized my free arm didn’t have a far enough reach. So, I had to make a quiet and as motionless as possible effort to turn over, considering my big ass condition.
Rayna: You up?
Me: yup
I rubbed my eyes, not feeling particularly hungry. Then I wondered if Ishaan would be working today.
Rayna: Meet me on the beach for prayer. Then we can work out.
I thought about it, head peering over my shoulder at a sleeping Latin King-looking beauty.
Me: Give me 15 mins
I rolled over, reaching for flesh but felt cool cotton instead. Opening my eyes, I saw deserted pillows with a piece of paper laying in her wake. This shit felt reminiscent of the second time I’d fallen asleep with her, and she’d awakened before me in Atlantic City. I reached for what turned out to be a note.
Going to the beach with Rayna then to the gym.
xoxo
Straining my eyes from the morning sun, I snorted. Then I rolled onto my back, feeling the ache from my bandaged hand. I’d cut the side of my palm when I forcefully plunged the knife into Ofi’s neck. My hand had slipped onto the blade. The doctor sent me off with meds. I returned to Hayden coated from pain relievers. She never asked about my hand, and I was happy as hell. Now, I was laid up with a pounding hand, an empty stomach, and a swollen dick. Alone.
A ringing phone had me rolling over in the opposite direction.
“Munch,” I answered, turning back to reach for my boo-baby’s letter.
She agreed to staying at my place with the baby indefinitely. Those memories started flooded in.
“Mr. Patterson,” her tone was formal. I didn’t need formal. It was later than I typically began my days. Still, I wasn’t ready for any type of formality. “I have a bit of ‘gray’ news for you this morning.”
As she spoke, I studied the grooves on Hayden’s pillows. Not much would get under my skin today. Nothing.
Then as she continues to speak, my eyes burst open. “What? You sure?”
As I scooped more from my fruit, yogurt, and grains bowl, I quietly wondered if Ishaan would enjoy this combo. Vanilla yogurt, diced mango, dragon fruit, granola, dried coconut flakes, chia seeds, and drizzled honey blended so well to me. He probably would have wanted to add something crazy to it like caviar. He had that twice already since being out here. But this bowl was delicious as is. It went great with the decaf coffee I’d ordered with it.
After praying in nature and working out, I was famished. Rayna and I chatted when we met on the beach. She spoke of her spirit leading her to pray in the quiet of the early morning, reminding me of her mother, Samantha. She stayed in church when we were kids. Once kneeled on the soft sand, I started just…talking to God in my head. I talked a lot about my baby and…Ishaan. I talked about Mehki, too. After praying on the beach for about twenty minutes, we headed over to the gym nestled within the villas for an hour.
Then, we met Sundryia here at the resort for breakfast. Rayna ate a fried egg and breakfast potatoes. Sundryia dined on oatmeal, bacon, and fresh berries. I kept it light this morning after seeing Shi-Shi’s athletic body last night. We were indoors, under a vaulted skylight showering in the lively sun. This restaurant at the resort was cute. There were no walls, just dividers enclosing the open dining room. It gave airport vibes but with a relaxing aura. No bustling around, only casual strolls.
“Shit,” Sundryia swore across the table from Rayna and me. Her eyes were to her phone. “These muthafuckas don’t stop,” she whispered.
“Who?” Rayna asked, reading something from her iPad .
“Sports news…blogs.” Sundryia rolled her eyes.
“What are they saying?”
She whispered as much as she could in public, “About Maaz being on vacation in the Caribbean instead of preparing to start the season. He took a few days off to support a friend! Damn!” She sighed.
“Yeah. I’ve been seeing that,” Rayna noted. “They’ve been riding him and Trent.”
“But they were in training camp.” I was confused.
Yes, the quarterback and linebacker of the Connecticut Kings were in fact supposed to be preparing to start the season, but they were also vets. They could switch on their focus like the best of them.
Sundryia hissed, “Yeah, but social media has made it so that muthafuckas can track grown ass people.” Things went quiet for a second or so. “You know… In all honesty, what annoys me the most is I told Maaz he didn’t have to come out here, and if he did, he didn’t have to stay. Cheryl, Ahmad, and even Ronnie’s weird ass could’ve brought the twins out without him.” She shook her head. “He wasn’t having it. Then I offered to skip the event all together. He said he wouldn’t let me miss this time with my cousins.”
“He didn’t want his babies traveling this young without him?” Rayna guessed.
Sundryia fed herself more oatmeal then shook her head as she chewed. “He didn’t want me having to rely directly on Cheryl.”
“Damn,” I whispered, understanding right away.
Sundryia nodded.
“But you two are cool,” Rayna stated, confused. “I’ve seen you two together out here.”
“Yeah, but it ain’t the same. May not ever be the same.” Sundryia shrugged, playing tough girl. I knew she’d been slowly hemorrhaging emotionally from the drastic change in her relationship with Maaz’s mother. But my cousin would never fully admit that. She didn’t want to appear weak to anyone. Her inner-city upbringing made her so externally coarse. “It’s all good. I understood. Maaz is also trying to prove to his parents he’s doing right by the babies and me.”
“Well,” Rayna sighed, using her tongue to swipe away food in her mouth. She looked dejected. “…they won’t have anything to say after today. We’re all leaving.” She made a crying expression, eyes toward the lobby. “Trent and Jade flew out this morning.”
“What time are you guys leaving?” I asked Sundryia.
“Maaz’s flight leaves at seven-forty tonight. Mine and the family’s leave at nine-twelve. Cheryl and Ahmad are staying in Connecticut with us for a few days before flying home to Jersey.”
“We take flight just after eight tonight,” Rayna shared. “I’m not ready to leave, but I miss my babies.” She faux pouted.
“ Raynaaaaa ,” a soft alto sang over our heads. I glanced up to find Ebonee Williams.
No matter how many celebrities I’d encountered, I couldn’t get used to it. And they all seemed so…regular. Ebonee was gorgeous on television, in pictures, and videos online, but even better looking in person. Her rich brown skin was flawless, makeup minimal to give way to her natural beauty. She was average height with slender shoulders in a tube top maxi dress. Her smile was attractive and aura über-feminine.
“Oh!” Rayna chirped. “Hey, girl!” My cousin stood to meet Ebonee in an embrace. “You smell amazing! I worked out this morning, so I’m not my freshest.”
I noticed Ebonee’s attention land on me as she held my cousin. It roved down my torso. “Oh, diva, you have nothing to worry about.”
They separated and continued to beam at each other while Sundryia and I ate.
“If you don’t mind me asking, where are you staying?” Rayna questioned. “I haven’t seen you during the festivities.”
“I just flew in this morning,” Ebonee returned, pushing her Yves Saint Laurant sunglasses further up her forehead.
“This morning?”
“Yeah. I know.” She blew out air. “I’ve been so busy working on a new project in L.A., I’d decided not to come at first. I told Ishaan I’d have to miss it. Then, I felt bad after seeing the cool pictures all over social media. CNN reported on the amenities like the zoo, aquarium, and exceptional cuisine experience. Even Spillin’ that Hot Tea posted pictures and videos over the weekend.” Her pink shaded lips twisted. “I felt like I was leaving my guy hanging.”
Sundryia’s eyes cut over to me as she dropped more berries into her oatmeal.
“It’s been a huge success. Ishaan is unmatched. Azmir has been pleased.” Rayna turned back to the table. “I’m sorry. These are my cousins, Sundryia and Hayden. Ladies,” she addressed us. “…this is Ebonee Williams.”
“Nice to meet you, Ebonee.” I managed a beam.
“Hey,” was all Sundryia gave with a faux smile.
“Care to join us?” Rayna pointed to an empty seat next to Sundryia. Sundryia turned to gaze at the chair.
I wanted to laugh. She could be so hood when she wanted.
“Well…” Ebonee hesitated, too. “I checked in and was just milling about, seeing what all there is to see.” She moved to the empty chair. “I won’t take up too much of your time.” She sat down. “I figured I’d explore first then call Ishaan to see if he recommends I do anything in particular. I’m sure he’s somewhere saving the damn day.”
I watched Sundryia’s eyes rove over Rayna.
“He’s been quite busy alright. How long are you staying?” Rayna asked, now having resumed her seat.
“Maybe a couple of days. See what trouble I can get into. How long will you be here?”
“I was just crying to my cousins about having to leave tonight. It’s been the best weekend, but I have to return to my reality. Mommy duty reigns, even though when I called them last night, no one seemed excited to hear from me.” She rolled her eyes.
The two women laughed. Sundryia’s attention went back to her phone.
“So, have you ladies been enjoying yourselves out here?” Ebonee asked. And, damn, did she smell good. Crisp and citrusy. A perfect combination for the tropics. “Any recommendations?”
“Everything!” Rayna gushed. “The flamingo park, the Cirque show… shoot! Even the flower park at night was romantic! Sundryia, you and Maaz went to the water park. Right?”
“ Mmmhmm ,” Sundryia replied without her eyes. “The nighttime, adult pool is a good vibe, too.”
I was relieved to have her give a little color with her answer as she’d clearly blocked Ebonee out socially. I didn’t like that. Ebonee Williams was polished, accomplished, and cultured. She thought and talked for a living. I, personally, would not play the mean girl card with her unless it were truly necessary.
“And what about you?” Ebonee’s dazzling beam was on me. “What have you done?”
“A few things.” I went for my coffee. “The spa was amazing. The practitioners mix their cultural practices with the care they provide.”
Her eyes raced down my body again. Again, she seemed deliberate with her inspection of me. “Oh. Impressive,” she droned. “What type of service did you get?”
“You know...” My face folded as I recalled. “I’m not sure what the selection was because I didn’t make the appointment. But whatever it was, it was, without a doubt, therapeutic.”
“Was it a massage?” Her eyes dropping beneath my breasts for what she could see above the table made it awkward.
So, I reclined into my chair to reference my pouch. “No. I’m expecting. It was more like prenatal.”
Ebonee’s eyes burst wide. “Oh, wow! How far along are you?”
An unbidden smile warmed my face. Suddenly, I liked the attention my bump brought. “Thirty weeks.”
She pulled in a breath of excitement. “Thirty weeks!” Her expression descended. “Wait. What’s that in months?”
“Seven,” Sundryia interjected then turned to Ebonee. “She’s in her third trimester. Speaking of which, was your last invitation list final, Hayden?”
Biting my lip, I nodded. “Mine was. Yeah.”
“Good,” Rayna added. She tossed her fork and napkin into her plate. “Ebonee, are you in L.A. permanently?”
“Looks like it, yeah. Ishaan and I met up at his place in A.C. back in March, and he asked about the direction of my career while we soaked in his tub. We talked all night, and I explained the various opportunities I’d been exploring.”
“Oh,” Rayna chirped, going for her smoothie. “So, you two are pretty close?”
Her brows met with emphasis. “Oh, yeah! Ishaan and I used to date.”
Sundryia echoed, “Date?”
Ebonee nodded. “A few years back. It was short-lived but we’ve remained the best of friends. We speak quite regularly…and visit.”
“Oh. Cool,” Rayna replied convincingly.
“Damn,” Sundryia grunted, glancing down at her phone. “There’s the mommy call,” she announced abruptly. “You know they’ll allow only so much mommy alone time. Hayden, get ready. Right, Rayna?” She took a final sip of her juice.
Rayna nodded, sipping on her smoothie. She swallowed, “And twins. Boy, do I know! Let us walk you over. I wanna rub my nose in their baby-smelling thighs before we part ways again. Is that okay, Hayden?”
Damn was there a swift shift in the air! I knew what they were doing. Anyone who knew Ebonee Williams knew she’d publicly discussed wanting to have a baby but had been experiencing issues going about it naturally. My cousins threw the baby mommy-themed expressions hard in this brief interaction. Shots had definitely been fired.
I nodded mutedly as Sundryia rose from the table.
Rayna smiled. “Look at us jetting off to be mommies.” Fuck! Rayna had just taken another jab at her. I didn’t know my cousin was capable. I had to remember she grew up in the projects and was conversant with mean girl behavior herself. Ebonee stood from the table after Rayna and Sundryia. I was the last to join them. “Call me next week. We can do lunch. I’ll make sure you’re plugged in with all the right groomers, though I’m sure you’re already in.”
“You think I’m going to turn down a glam list from Mrs. Jacobs ? I don’t think so!” she singsonged. “It was nice meeting the cousins. Hayden, right?”
“It is.” I mustered another smile, feeling bad for her.
“Good luck with that impending blessing. Not every woman gets to experience a love like that.”
My smile remained in place. “Ipso facto. No. They don’t, do they?” After a brief pause, I rubbed my belly. “My best to you, Ebonee. I’m a huge fan.”
“I knew that bitch was cunty the moment she pulled up on us!” Sundryia swore as we entered the lobby where her suite was located.
“Awwww, c’mon, Sundryia!” Rayna chuckled, dismissing her claim. “Not that quick into meeting her.”
“I be knowin’, yo! Bitches like her be competitive as hell. They always gotta be seen,” Sundryia declared.
I shook my head, holding my belly as we sauntered down the corridor. The suite numbers were intricately carved into the marble outdoor flooring. “But we don’t know if she had a motive, Sundryia. Rayna knows her.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen her in circles. But let’s not get it twisted, Ebonee wants your baby daddy,” Rayna warned.
Yeah. So do I …
“Yup,” Sundryia agreed. “I just hope he ain’t wanting her ass right back.”
“Sundryia,” Rayna cried. “Don’t do that.”
“I’m trying.” Sundryia shook her head. “I really am. I want to like him. More than that, I want him to be everything Hayden deserves.”
“I pray they’re what each other deserves,” Rayna challenged her. She then winked at me. “I love, love. I want it for those I love and…good people in general. I think Ishaan’s a good person. I have no reason to believe otherwise.”
“Nah, but Hayden is perfect. You can’t top that,” Sundryia declared with conviction. “He can’t get no better.”
I sighed, heart swelling. “I love you, too, Sunny. But your girl ain’t perfect. My trust issues and severe independence can kill a man’s ego. I’m learning they are nonstarters. But Ishaan and I are good. I truly believe that.”
“What do you believe about the chocolate bombshell back there trying to flex?” We stopped at her door as I took in a deep breath, considering that.
“I really don’t know. Other than Ishaan is fine as fuck, and I’m sure I’m not the first woman to fall on his dick.” I shrugged. “Hell, I may not be the last. But he’s rich, well-known, and beautiful. Those types come with a past.”
“February, though?” Rayna reminded me with suspicion.
I shrugged again. “Shit happens. The man may have very well fucked a woman in between me. He’s only out of bounds if he’s done it in the last month since we’ve been going without protection, and he’s made clear monogamy is a requirement. Now, let’s go in and see my babies, please.”
“Hold the fuck up,” Sundryia sang, brows meeting and cheeks lifting into a sneaky smile. “You in love, Hayden? Like…falling for that pretty muthafucka?”
Holding my belly, I guffawed so hard. “Bitch, don’t make me pee on myself! I need the bathroom. Now!”
The three of us cracked up as Sundryia hopped to it.
I couldn’t apply the patience needed to go back to the villas with Rayna to shower before addressing him. After spending time saying goodbye to the twins by way of kisses, hugs, burps, and changing a stinky diaper, Rayna and I extended our farewells to the Zyad family. Then Rayna and I went our separate ways. I told her I wanted to stop by Ishaan’s office. He’d told me he was there when I texted him while with the twins.
Now, at this high lunch hour, Munchie was walking me through another chic business space to his office. This one wasn’t as large as the one in Atlantic City. It was formal yet had a relaxed energy. I noted quite a few natives in the administrative area, warming my heart. Their vibes were so welcoming and peaceful.
“Looks like he’s on the phone,” Munchie murmured as she stopped and held her arm out toward the entrance of the office.
She looked wholly different in appearance. Like me, Munchie was in workout gear this afternoon. Of course, I didn’t address it. Instead of small conversations, my focus was on my sole agenda since eating breakfast and learning interesting, fun facts about my wanna-be-baby’s daddy.
Ishaan just so happened to turn our way as he spoke on the phone. His chin was low, but his eyes were locked on me. And damn it, if he wasn’t sucking on a lollipop. Instantly, he turned culpable in my mind. The man was no different than a suspect in an interrogation room. I may have been turned on to an unreasonable degree, but that didn’t mean he was trustworthy.
On my approach to him, I heard the door close as Ishaan drank in my presence from my sports bra, naked mommy pouch, matching leggings, the drawstring back sack holding my socks and sneakers, and my exposed toes in flip flops. My gait didn’t slow until I reached him.
Shit …
The sweet sounds of her slurping had my head spinning and eyes squeezed closed. Beads of sweat sprouted from my forehead as I pumped into her braided head while holding the ends of her cornrows wrapped around my hand. My feet were tingling and spine restless. I was about to fucking blow. Her lips tightened like a ring around my shaft, giving my cue.
Fuck!
Hayden’s perfect oral pace abruptly stopped. Her soft and warm cover slipped from the base of my dick to the head, and I was out of her mouth.
“No,” I whispered without bass. Fucking weakened.
This was the third time she’d let my orgasm recede. She looked up at me, smiling with a wet face. A wicked one she was . Hayden’s head dove down, and then I felt her tongue on my balls. Next, she applied her lips. I widened my legs and lifted my pelvis to give her room. Her finger-work slipped down to my gooch, and my heart began pounding. She rubbed that awkward spot between my sac and ass while sucking on my balls and massaging my shaft with her other hand. That shit had me curling over her with a fucking flappy spine. I swallowed back hard, my damn mouth salivating excessively from not having a woman play in that area in years. Most I’d had did not.
Boo-baby! I shouted accusatorily in my mind but wouldn’t dare stop her. Hell no! I loved organic sexual expression. A woman flexing her inner freak would never be shunned by me. But just how much experience did Hayden have with male genitals? She felt so damn versed with it. So experienced, I was pumping into her head again in no time, ready to blow.
Then she fucking did it again. Hayden was doing it again! As I faced the window behind my desk with an ocean view, my mind and body began to dissever. This was the same shit she did to me in Atlantic City when she sucked my dick. The fucking maverick brought me to the brink of fucking orgasms then would stop only to ascend me to that sweet place again. Edging was an intellectual exercise…until it grew to pure manipulation.
Perhaps the energy, whenever I met back up with her today, was eminent. But I couldn’t say I was expecting her here and now, stripping me down to a thread of control. Upon arrival, Hayden damn near charged my way as Munchie closed the door behind her. I thought her visit meant some other shit. I had no idea we’d be here where she had me out of breath, misted all over, and in desperate need of an orgasm.
Suddenly, Hayden’s head rose again, mouth leaving my cock. Her smile was just as devilish when she asked, “You ready to cum for me, Baby-boo?” Her voice was husky with that corny ass nickname.
I’d excuse it. I needed to blow so bad.
“Yes,” I could hardly nod.
Hayden’s hand remained fingering beneath my balls while her mouth made a short route to my throbbing dick. Her other hand began to stroke with a loose grip, gloving me, but with a nice cadence. She made sure to make the slurping sound as her warm saliva continued to lube me.
Yeeeees!
My torso shot from the back of the chair as my orgasm was edging again in no time at all. Using both hands with strained lips, I fucked my girl’s mouth with the passion of revenge—or intense need. My thrusts were so urgent, my ass lifted off the leather office chair. The head of my dick plunged down her throat. The blissful sounds of her gags and steady rubbing beneath my soaked balls tipped my orgasm and my head fell back. Behind the lids of my eyes, I could see a flower blossom. Nah. Fuck that. I saw a tree bloom as I shot hard into her hot mouth.
Walking back into my office from the bathroom, I peered up while tucking my dress shirt into my pants. Hayden was on the sofa, resting on her knees. She gazed out of the ocean view window while sucking on a lollipop. My damn lollipop—the one I was enjoying when she accosted me earlier. But she looked cute with her belly out in just a sports bra and gym leggings.
I zipped up my pants and began to adjust my belt. “I was looking forward to finishing that. Now, I’m jealous.”
Popping the candy from those talented lips with a pull of the stick, she looked my way. “Of what?”
“I haven’t decided between you for finishing my candy or being jealous of the candy for being in your mouth.”
“You just spent a lot of time in my mouth.”
I ambled over to her and kissed her sweet lips. “I know.” Standing straight to head to my desk, I shared, “And I look forward to having lots more time in there, too.”
“I met Ebonee Williams this morning.”
Shit. Here we go …
“Oh, yeah?” I leaned over my desk to find a particular security report. My bandaged hand was achy as fuck.
“She said you two used to date.”
“Did she now?”
“Did you fuck her back in February when she visited Atlantic City?”
Typing into the keyboard of my computer, I answered deadpan, “I did not.”
“But you took a bath with her there.”
My head drew up. “I did not.”
Hayden angled her head. “Did you sleep with women in February and March between me?”
I stood straight. “Boo-baby, why are we doing this?”
What the fuck did Ebonee say?
“Answer me.”
“Yes…I did. Of course, I did. I was a healthy, single man.”
“And none of those women were Ebonee Williams?”
“No. I haven’t been with Ebonee sexually in years.”
“Then why did she say she soaked in your tub?”
Ohhhhh …
“Because we were in my hot tub, with clothes on. She’d recently had an injury in one of her…” I snapped my fingers to recall. “…workout classes and was limping when I saw her. So, I invited her up for a soak.”
“So, you invite all of your exes into your private spaces to wear little clothes?”
I yanked at one of my braids. “I don’t have many exes. Remember?”
Hayden rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth.
“You know what I mean. Will that be our destiny should this not work?”
I chuckled. “Perhaps. The only difference is I’d fuck you—over and over again—and not just let you soak in my tub in a bikini to decrease swelling. I’d be the cause of yours.”
“Why me but not Ebonee?”
“Because I’ve done some different shit to your pussy than I’ve ever done to hers. You’ve been marked, Boo-baby. Now, you wanna tell me more about the exchange with my friend? Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.” Because of the complexities of the parties at hand .
Shit!
“Actually, I’m not jealous. Well…” She rolled her eyes. “…not that jealous. It’s just the timeline. You know?” I nodded. “Sundryia was fucking pissed.”
I sighed, “What else is new? She won’t let up on a nigga.”
Hayden giggled. “Rayna was a bit disturbed, too. Sundryia thinks she targeted me. Like she knew about…” Her eyes swung down to her belly. “…us and wanted to mark her territory.”
I nodded. “Plausible. But did she offend you?”
Hayden shook her head, attention going back out to the water. “Just aroused me.”
“How?” I was confused. “Why?”
“Because you’re nasty with me. It made me wonder if you were as nasty with her around the same time as me.”
Stunned into silence, all I could do was shook my fucking head. That explained her edging method earlier. Hayden was manipulating my orgasm maliciously. Getting her shit off.
Fuck, Boo-baby …