Chapter Thirty-Three
HUNTER
The bedroom door slamming closed startled me out of my pre-bed warmup.
I lifted my head, ready to cuss whoever was responsible for ruining my nap, when my gaze collided with Coby’s.
Coco left his bed and went over to sniff Coby out of concern, but she was so upset that for once she barely noticed him.
“What the fuck?” I croaked as I sat up, seeing she was dressed and crying. “Did you just come in?”
It wasn’t until she ran over to the bed to sit next to me with her hands clenched tightly in her lap that I saw the terror in her eyes. “I think I’m in trouble,” she said while staring at the door like she was expecting someone to come barreling through.
“What do you mean? For what?” I take one nap and look what happens. “Did you leave the apartment?” Coby only nodded. “Why? Where did you go?” The questions just kept pouring out until I saw her eyes becoming glossy.
“Shaun texted me.”
I may have turned to ice after hearing that. “What did he want?”
“He wanted to know where I was so we could talk.”
I shot to my feet. “Please tell me you told that fool to kiss your ass.”
Coby only looked up at me with such hopelessness. “He’s my brother, Hunter.”
Biting my tongue, I turned away under the guise of pacing to keep from telling my best friend that the bitch was not her brother. Roshaun didn’t give a fuck about her. It may be true, but I knew Coby wasn’t ready to hear it.
She knew Roshaun had sold her to Ocean and still wouldn’t let his ass go.
What would it take?
Coby wouldn’t even let herself believe the truth about her inheritance and that Roshaun had obviously stolen it. I knew her brother was the only thing she had left of her parents, but it was time for her to wake the fuck up.
“Tell me what happened,” I gently demanded.
And so Coby did.
By the time she finished vomiting all the drama that had happened right under my nose, I knew two things for sure.
One, I was so fired as Coby’s bodyguard.
Two, she wasn’t telling me everything.
Ocean wasn’t a hothead who only thought with his fists. I seriously doubted that Coby talking to her brother would have driven Ocean to smash his fist…through a window. The rage it would have taken to fuel that much power…
“Is Ocean okay?”
Coby shook her head. “I think he broke his hand. Abel took him to get it checked.”
“That’s not good.” A broken hand would weaken him, but I’d be a damn fool to think it would render Ocean completely incapable.
“No,” Coby agreed. “And Ocean had his goons take Roshaun, but I don’t know where.”
I kept my face blank as I nodded. Coby didn’t seem to notice how little I cared anyway as she exhaled and placed her face in her hands. She shook her head mournfully. “He probably thinks I betrayed him. I don’t think he’s ever going to forgive me.”
I just barely kept from rolling my eyes. “Roshaun will get over it.”
Coby slowly lowered her hands and looked at me like I was daft. “I was talking about Ocean.”
Exhaling, I grabbed my phone from the table and dialed his number. It rang until the voicemail picked up. Swallowing my pride, I tried twice more. When my back-to-back calls went ignored, I sent a text.
This is why I don’t do relationships.
Too. Fucking. Complicated.
“Well, if he doesn’t, fuck him too,” I said, pissed at Ocean myself now.
Coby nodded absently while typing on her phone. I snuck a peek and saw Ocean’s name saved as ‘Hubby’ at the top of the thread she was texting. “Yeah, fuck him,” she mumbled.
We were both some lying ass bitches.
I convinced Coby to lie down after she grew increasingly frustrated having her texts and calls ignored, but then, of course, she became super clingy and didn’t want me leaving her alone.
Crawling under the covers with her, we both drifted toward the center until we were curled around each other, my leg tucked between hers, the heat from her pussy warming my thigh, and the front of our bodies pressed together underneath the duvet.
It was hard to pretend we were normal best friends when you’ve had said friend’s pussy on your mouth and her juices dripping down your chin. We still haven’t discussed what had happened, but what more was there to say?
I loved her.
She loved me.
We both loved Ocean.
Coby refused to give up and tried calling Ocean again once we were settled, but he still wouldn’t answer. I even tried Abel, who at least texted me back and assured me that Ocean was fine and was cooling off before he came back to Glainne.
I showed the text to Coby.
“Do you think we should leave?” she whispered in the dark.
“Why should we leave? Ocean hasn’t been here in a week.
I say we invoke squatter’s rights,” I teased.
“This place is ours now.” I grinned, but Coby just stared at me sadly, so I sighed and began playing in her short curls.
(The ones on her head. Get your minds out of the gutter, nasty.) Massaging her scalp always helped her relax.
“Do you want to leave?” I whispered after a few minutes.
“No, but what if my brother is something he can’t get past?”
I shrugged, not believing for a second that Ocean would let Roshaun or anyone else tear them apart.
“He will. I can easily think of five different occasions you’ve made me homicidal, and not one of those times did I think I would be better off without you,” I told her.
“But if Ocean can’t get his shit together, just say the word, and we’re gone. ”
Coby gave me a skeptical look. “You really think it will be that easy for us to walk away?”
No. “I don’t know.”
Coby inhaled. “I love him so much.”
“You think?” I mocked sarcastically.
She looked a little sheepish as she shrugged. “Isn’t it too soon for me to be sure?”
“Love doesn’t abide rules, Coby. It’s disrespectful like that. It comes when it wants, infects who it wants, and doesn’t care about our reasons for denying it.”
Coby released a huge yawn and let her eyes drift closed. “Mkay. Sounds good.”
I yawned too as I rubbed her feet with mine under the warm covers. “Try to sleep. You can be lovesick and dick dizzy tomorrow.”
“’Kay.”
Coby blindly moved to kiss my cheek at the same time I moved to kiss hers. That’s how I ended up feeling the weight and curve of her mouth, tasting the mint from the toothpaste on her lips, and seeing her eyes widen to mirror mine when we realized our blunder.
She was the first to surrender, her lashes lowering right before my fingers tightened in her hair. Neither of us attempted to end the kiss. She pressed harder, and then I licked the seam of her lips—a gentle demand. Coby parted them with a moan that I immediately swallowed as I yanked her closer.
Hearing that my best friend was in love with someone else had ripped me in two. Hearing that she was still in love with me and that we were in love with the same man…? Tyler Perry couldn’t write this level of messy.
“Hunter,” Coby gasped and pulled away suddenly.
I started to apologize when the words halted on my lips as she touched her cheek.
She frowned at the wetness on her fingertips before looking at me.
“You’re crying.” What? Coby thumbed away the tear on my cheek and then looked at me sadly. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
I stared at her before rolling onto my back to stare at the ceiling. “Didn’t you?”
“No.” Coby followed me until she was lying half on top of me. She kissed down my neck, pulling the straps of Ocean’s white, ribbed tank off my shoulders as she went. It was long on me, covering my ass and nothing more.
I didn’t stop her as she shoved the material down my torso until my breasts were bared.
Her eyes were hungry as she palmed them and licked my nipples.
My back arched, and I cried out, feeling my pussy gush and ruin the sheets when she retreated with my nipple trapped between her lips, pulling it past its stretching point before releasing it with a pop.
She moved over to the other, her gaze on me as she showed it the same attention, switching back and forth until I was a squirming, blubbering mess. I loved having my nipples stimulated, and she knew it.
She knew everything about me.
I didn’t even realize her hand was on my thigh, sliding upward, until she spoke. “Do you remember how you made me feel better whenever I was sad?”
“Yes,” I moaned when her hand disappeared under the tank.
I wasn’t wearing panties, so there was no barrier between her fingers and my pussy. Coby found my hole right away, pushing two fingers inside while she reminded me of sweeter, sinful times.
“You were so good to me,” she cooed as she played in my pussy.
“No one had ever made me come as hard as you did. After we stopped messing around, I’d touched myself at night.
I’d stare at the door while my fingers were stuffed in my pussy—just like they’re stuffed in yours now.
I’d wait for the door to open, for you to come inside and finish the job.
” Our gazes met, and I saw all the hurt she’d hidden from me before in her eyes. “But you never did.”
“I know,” I confessed with a gasp when the heel of her palm brushed my clit.
“There were nights…when I wasn’t strong enough…
to stay away. Oh, fuck, Coby. Just like that.
Please.” Coby shifted to lie on her side next to me so she could watch her fingers disappear in and out of my pussy.
“I’d stand outside your door…listening to you say my name…
when you came. I knew if I came inside, I’d touch you. ”
Coby leaned over, and I met her halfway for a kiss so hot, I thought I’d melt into the bed. Ocean’s bed…where we waited for him to find us when he returned. What would happen if he did? Would he be upset? Would he watch us? Join us?
“Do you want to touch me now?” Coby asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“Please”
Coby broke the kiss, slipping her fingers out of me as she sat up to tear Ocean’s t-shirt off her body.
She wasn’t wearing panties either.
It was as if we both knew this would happen.