Chapter 4 #2
It seemed like nowadays black men were way too quick to turn their back on their own.
When Rose was growing up, he had men like Max and Finn’s pops that looked out, put them on, but also told them about both sides of shit.
Max never sugarcoated anything for Ambrose, and the older he got, the more he appreciated it.
Mille had the game from both men. It was important to instill honor and a code in him that wasn’t being spread among the inner city youth.
Rose never wanted Mille to become another statistic like him.
He’d been in enough trouble to last a lifetime.
It was a miracle he was walking free right now.
“Mmm.” Luna stirred and stretched underneath her sheets.
Well rested, she shifted and rolled over in her bed.
The warm body beside her sent her head lifting off her pillow.
Laid out beside her, face turned toward her, Finn’s fine ass slept.
He looked so peaceful, his big chest rising and falling.
The numbing between her legs reminded her of their night.
No stranger to getting hers, sex with Finn was something she wasn’t prepared for.
Clearing her throat, she tried to slither out of bed so she could pee and brush her teeth.
Her toes sank into the soft rug beside her bed but Finn remained sleeping.
She crept into the bathroom to handle her hygiene, and when she came back, a buzzing sound caught her attention.
Finn’s phone was going off. Groaning, he shifted onto his side.
Eyes still closed, he felt around for his device.
He cracked one eye to see who was calling before sending them to voicemail.
With a deep sigh, he rested on his stomach.
The weight of Luna settling back into the bed made him roll over.
“Mmm, what time is it?” he groaned.
“Time for you to go home,” Luna muttered, her back to him.
Finn draped an arm around her and scooted closer.
“You sure? That morning wood might knock that attitude right out you,” Finn joked, laughing as he buried his face into her back.
“Finn—” She tugged out of his embrace and stared down into his amused face.
“Shit, Luna, you can’t leave a nigga with blue balls like this.” He pulled the covers off and showed her the monster between his legs.
She licked her lips, and he strong armed her closer. Draping her small frame over his sturdy one, she couldn’t help but laugh as when he tickled her and kissed the back of her neck.
“Finn, stop!” she howled, landing on her side.
Pushing himself up, he pinned her to the mattress. Luna stared into his handsome face. Her chest heaved, and his tongue ran across his lower lip as he soaked in her natural beauty.
“Nah, I need a repeat before I walk up out of here,” he told her, burying his face into her neck and pecking it with supple kisses.
Although she wanted to resist him, the river flowing between her legs argued otherwise.
“Luna! You got somebody in there witchu!” Mama Yoni beckoned from outside her bedroom door.
Finn turned, propped up between Luna’s thick ass thighs with his lip tucked between his teeth. Facing her, he saw her eyes stretch.
“Um, just a friend, Mama Yoni!” She called back, sitting up and shoving him off.
“Mm-hmm, well tell your friend to put some clothes on and come help me with these groceries. I figured this car would be gone when I got back, little nasty asses,” she huffed.
Luna listened as her footsteps got further away.
She planted both feet on the floor, and Finn let out a frustrated breath with his arm resting on his knee.
He watched Luna slip into pajama pants to go with the tank top she eased over her ample breasts.
She was so damn sexy. He couldn’t help but admire her fine ass.
Waking up to her was different. For one he got some fucking sleep.
Finn never got that relaxed around chicks, so subconsciously, he must’ve trusted Luna on some level.
“You better get to moving before she comes up here,” Luna advised.
Morning wood showing out, he eased out the bed and Luna ogled him as if she’d never seen dick in her life.
She’d never had one in her room. That was for sure.
Luna wasn’t some sweet, innocent virgin, but she didn’t bring guys home at all.
She preferred to either go to their place or screw them in a car or something.
Finn snatched up the sweats she gave him along with the T-shirt.
Once his shoes were on, he walked up on Luna, eyes scorching hers.
She backed away until her back was against her door.
Finn brought each arm up to the door, locking her in.
“Why the fuck you ain’t ugly in the morning, Luna?” he asked, a frustrated frown crowding his face.
Luna had to fight to keep up with her next breath and her heart went wild in her chest.
“Nigga, I’m not fucking you again.” She sucked her teeth and tried to push him away.
“Oh yeah? You care to make a wager on that?” His hand traced her soft skin, down to her thighs, and finally between her legs.
His fingers played with her mound through the thin material of her pants.
Pressing her love button, he admired her face as she fell into it.
Mouth partially open and stifling the moans she wanted to release with soft whimpers, Luna gripped the sheets and prepared to land.
When he kissed her neck at the same time, that was it.
She released without penetration and she didn’t know how to feel about that.
Finn locked eyes with her before pecking her lips.
“Luna!” Yoni hollered from downstairs.
Finn smiled when he pulled back. It was an annoying confidence that pissed her off.
Stuck in ecstasy with her legs open, she realized she was stuck.
She thought if her feet moved, she might fall.
Finn put her on a high, and now she wanted to fuck.
He turned the knob and tugged on the door, moving her in the process.
Heading downstairs first, Luna wasn’t far behind him.
Entering the kitchen together, they could see that Mama Yoni kept the back door open and was in the process of hauling more bags in.
“Finn, the hell? Lawd, I hope you used protection.” Mama Yoni shook her head in shame loading her bags inside.
Finn stepped up and took them from her while Luna went to the fridge for water. Chuckling, he kissed her cheek, and she pulled back, making a face.
“Boy, I don’t even want to know where yo’ lips been. Go grab the rest of the bags out of the car please.” She waved him off and cut her eyes at Luna while Finn ducked out the back door, following orders.
Mama Yoni cleared her throat, drawing her granddaughter’s attention to her. Luna took the cap off her water. She sipped and avoided her grandmother’s burning stare.
“Luna, you playing with fire, baby.” Since she wouldn’t look at her, Yoni unloaded her own groceries and set them out on the counter.
She was seventy-two years old, and been around the block more than once.
She loved Luna like she had birthed her; her only granddaughter, but she also knew her better than she knew herself sometimes.
“Yoni, what you talking about?” She chugged a few times and approached the small island with her grandma.
“I’m talking about you and that boy in here smashing in my house,” Yoni retorted, bringing her sharp expresso orbs upward. Luna damned near choked on her drink when she laughed at the old woman.
“Smashing?” Lifting one brow she stared back at her grandma. “First of all, who you been hanging around talking like that? Let me find out, Yoni,” she accused, turning a suspicious brow up at her.
“Girl, your little terms ain’t changed since I was coming up. They all mean the same thing. I knew all that fighting you two used to do only meant you really like each other.” Yoni shook her head and went back to unpacking her bags.