9. Makari #4
He grinned sexily. “I’ll buy you a new car whatever you want and you know that’s not what the fuck I meant.”
I leaned to the side and reached for my phone on the end table and he frowned at me. “What the fuck you doing?”
“Documenting that you said you’ll buy me my dream car since your Range is attached to the bumper of mine.”
“Bruh…” He plucked my phone from my hand and tossed it on the sofa. “I’m a man of my word so you don’t need that shit. What I meant is we went from you coming for my neck to giving me advice about the fucked up shit in my life.”
“We have a common denominator…Avi.”
He nodded, frowning with his brows pinched. “Co-parenting doesn’t have shit to do with you being here for me though.”
“Actually, it does. You have to be okay so you’re good with her and that’s something I understand more than anyone.” I didn’t want to darken the mood again so I grinned and added, “And can we also document that I’m the bigger person and in your words, not mine, I’m here for you.”
He chuckled. “Yo’ ass. Yeah, you got that.”
“I can absolutely get that. I’m going to go check on Avi. I washed a load of clothes so you have some clean stuff here. I’ll get it for you.”
He frowned, shaking his head. “Nah, I think I’m going to head home?”
I glared and he grinned. “iDrive, man. I’m not gonna piss you off by trying to drive my own shit again.”
“You’re here, you might as well stay.”
“Nah, I’m good. I probably should head to the crib.”
I sighed. “You’re not good and I don’t really think it’s best for you to be alone tonight.”
“It’s three in the morning, Kari. Night’s over, I promise I’m straight. I just had to get that shit out of my system.”
“Unfortunately it’s my decision, not yours. I’ll get your stuff because you’re staying.”
“You sure?”
His eyes locked on mine. Our conversation got deep and we both admitted a lot of things which had me in a weird space, so he had to be just as emotionally exhausted, but regardless, he didn’t need to be alone.
“I’m sure but you need to shower first.” I eased off his lap and circled my finger in his direction when I was standing. “This isn’t pretty. You look like shit and you smell equally unappealing.”
That wasn’t necessarily the truth. I could smell the weed on him but the presence of his cologne was still teasing me with reminders of how we truly ended up here after that night we spent in his hotel room, naked with my pussy getting very well acquainted with his dick.
“Damn, I guess this isn’t about you making me feel better.”
“Yes it is.”
“Nah, not with you talking shit about me.”
I grinned and shrugged. “Let me go check on Avi.”
I left him and stopped by Avi’s room where I found her stirring in her crib.
It was about time for a bottle, so while Omiri showered and changed, I got her fed, cuddled, and back to sleep.
The entire time my mind was all over the place because the lines were blurring with us, or at least they were for me, and one thing I promised I wouldn’t do was complicate things between me and Omiri because Avi was the one who would suffer.
I kissed her cheeks then stepped into the hallway just in time to almost collide with Omiri who emerged from the bathroom, towel secured around his waist while his chest arms and shoulders were on full display, highlighting sculpted muscles and ink.
His eyes landed on me and I froze, becoming very aware that the pajamas I was in were incredibly thin and he was damn near naked. My eyes dropped below his waist for a brief moment before I realized where my focus landed. When my gaze met his again, he had a cocky grin in place.
“You forgot to give me my clothes.”
“Right, sorry…” I tried to move past him but he was standing dead center in the hallway and damn near consumed it with his massive body. There was no way to get around him without making contact. That couldn’t happen or I was going to complicate this.
“Excuse me.”
I said a silent prayer that he would move and a second one that the look he was giving me was just me overprocessing.
Instead of him getting out of the way, he moved closer until his body touched mine.
I groaned and took a step back, trying hard to be the responsible one, but I felt the heat of his body and the thickness of his dick and my brain misfired.
“Kari…” His voice was low and the sound of my name landed in all the wrong places, specifically right between my thighs, but I found some sense…
“No, whatever you’re thinking, no .” I lifted my eyes to his with my pulse thumping regardless of how hard I tried to ignore how intimate this moment felt. “You’re drunk.”
“Nah, I’m very fucking sober right now.” He edged closer and placed both hands on the wall, caging me in. I could have ducked under them and made an escape, but I didn’t…
“Tell me no and I’ll walk away, but if you don’t, I’m going to accept that as a yes.”
My brain misfired for a second time. This was a terrible idea on every possible level of co-parenting sanity. Adding sex to the equation would not just blur the lines it would demolish them completely and our situation was already complex.
“We both know this is a bad idea…” I rushed out but didn’t escape.
“Probably the worst fucking idea we could ever entertain but we both want this.” His eyes were on me, still red from whatever he smoked and drank, but there was no confusion about the clarity of what he was thinking.
He leaned in closer and the warmth of his breath brushed over my face.
When I sucked in a breath, I inhaled the mint from the toothpaste he used.
“You gave me ten minutes before you locked me out. I’m giving you ten seconds before I lock you in.
Tell me no, Kari, and I’ll back the fuck up. ”
I swallowed thickly and sealed my fate. “Y?—”
Should have been three damn letters. One syllable but before I could get them out he kissed me and I kissed him back.
Every single reason why we didn’t need to do this was lost with each swipe of his tongue against mine.
His hands lifted from the wall and moved to my waist, pulling me to him.
My arms looped around his neck, bringing us even closer.
This kiss wasn’t like the one he used to shut me up. This time his actions were urgent and deliberate. We were both fully aware of what we were doing. Omiri lifted me and my legs locked around his waist while he started moving toward my bedroom but he paused before he stepped inside.
“I’m gonna ask you one last time so you can’t put this shit on me.
” He smiled sexily and locked his eyes on mine.
Instead of responding verbally, because he was too damn arrogant already, I gave him my answer with a kiss more intense than the first. He groaned and shoved his tongue into my mouth, moving us to the bed.
His hands slipped into the waistband of my pajama pants and I lifted while he worked me out of them.
Omiri leaned forward and held the front of my pajama top, pulling it up and over my head.
When he was done, his hands moved to his towel which was the only thing between him and his dick springing free and reminding me of what I could expect.
The sight had my eyes dropping down his body. My thoughts shifted back to that night a year ago. This time my mind was clear and I could fully appreciate how beautifully sexy this man was.
He gripped his dick and stroked the full length a few times.
The veins and ridges had me biting down on my lip.
His eyes fastened on mine and when I looked up at him he was grinning arrogantly, but shit, he had every damn right to be that cocky.
His dick was very impressive. Thick, long, and chef’s fucking kiss.
Omiri leaned closer and let his mouth rest against my lips then swiped them with his tongue before moving down my body.
He grazed my neck, the center of my chest, and one of my breasts.
I moaned and dropped my hands to his head when he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
My hips jerked and my pussy throbbed in approval.
As wrong as this was, I needed it, and we could figure out the repercussions tomorrow.
He took his time exploring me with his incredibly skilled mouth, sucking and licking my breasts while his fingers worked to add another layer of pleasure.
My body was reacting like this man had been in my bed enough times before to become the expert on what I needed.
When his mouth moved lower, my hands gripped the sheets and I knew I wasn’t going to survive this without ending up pregnant.
His tongue glided over my pussy and I almost bucked off the bed.
I was already soaked and sensitive from being aroused but his slow strokes had me releasing the sheets, gripping his head, and spreading my legs wider. Omiri worked his tongue between my pussy again, but this time, his thumb moved around my clit while his mouth worked magic.
I needed more and he delivered…
Two fingers eased inside me, slowly circling and moving at a slow steady pace before he pulled back and thrust them in deeper. He fucked me hard and I bit down on my lip trying to keep quiet, but shit, this was a long time coming.
“This pussy feels good, Kari. I can’t wait to stretch this shit and dig up in them guts. You gonna let me wear this shit out?”
I groaned deep in the back of my throat and throbbed a little more from the punishment he was promising. I opened my eyes and lifted my head. Watching him and the sight of how sexy and confident he was had my stomach clenching. I could barely think while my body tensed, greedy for more.
“I asked you a question, Kari. You want me in here?”