Taeja

2. Chapter 2

2

“Really? You’ll stay until she falls asleep?” Zain asked, scoffing.

Damon glared as they continued to his car, their footsteps bouncing off the walls of the partially empty underground parking lot. “You’re the one who wanted to leave,” he bitterly stated. It physically pained him to leave Taeja in that room by herself. He could still taste her on his lips, and he knew his right hand would put in overtime tonight.

Zain narrowed his eyes at nothing particular in the distance. “She’s too bold.”

He glanced at his brother, a small smirk crawling on his face as they stopped beside his black SUV. “You liked it. Do you want her?”

Zain met Damon’s gaze, transfixed by them, while his eyes became distant. A moment passed before he looked away and opened the passenger side door. Chuckling while shaking his head, Damon took his place in the driver’s seat.

The first thing he’d do tomorrow was call Taeja. Before he’d left the room, he’d used her phone to call himself so he could have her number. He’d had only one taste that almost drove him to the brink of insanity, and now he didn’t want to let her go. He wanted his brother to feel the same.

“You gonna drive or what?” Zain hissed from beside him.

Damon glanced at Zain, scoffing before he started the engine. He drove them above ground, the night lights of the city greeting them. The moon shone down on them, the stars barely visible due to the high-rise buildings, but still managed to light the way as they drove through the streets .

Parking before a bungalow rental, Damon turned off the ignition. He exited the car with Zain in tow. The door to the house was already opened, so they walked in to be immediately greeted by their friend, who sat on the sofa with highlights from a basketball match casting shadows over his face. Tsion was a renowned athlete, one they’d been friends with since college. The brothers grabbed a beer from the fridge before joining Tsion in the living room.

“What happened tonight?” Tsion pried, watching as they sat on the empty sofa across from him.

“We… left early,” Damon answered.

“Oh?” Tsion raised his brow. “Find a catty?”

The brothers exchanged a glance, and the smallest smirk popped up on Damon’s lips. Taeja hadn’t spoken anything except English earlier tonight, but being with their friend reminded him of her strong Jamaican accent.

“That’s none of your business,” Damon said.

Tsion laughed. “This too good! Next time, gimi a likkle heads up so mi nuh waste mi time leff mi yaad only fi find out seh unu ina some gyal hole.”

“She’s not a gyal,” Zain snapped defensively, shocking both Tsion and Damon.

“My bad, bro,” Tsion apologized, reaching for his glass of water.

Watching Zain move his beer to his lips, Damon smirked. Zain’s reaction was very telling.

They spent the rest of the night drinking and catching up. Though he was physically here, all that was on Damon’s mind was Taeja. Her bright eyes. Her plump lips. The curve of her waist and her fat ass. And her pussy. Damn. It was a taste of heaven. He regretted not having fucked her until she couldn’t walk and could only remember the feel of his dick between her thighs.

He snuck a glance over at his brother. Zain held a beer to his mouth while he fixated on a spot on the ground.

Moving his beer to his lips, Damon smirked and remembered the talk with his brother from earlier. Zain hadn’t said yes. But he didn’t say no either.

It only meant one thing…

He wanted Taeja.

They both did .

Hence, when morning came, he didn’t even roll out of bed or check if he was actually alive before he dialed Taeja’s number.

She answered the phone with an attitude. “Who is this?”

“Good morning, sunshine,” he teased, smirking as her breath hitched.

“D-Damon?” Taeja stuttered.

“The one and only.”

Taeja huffed before hissing, “Wa yu want?”

“Ouch,” Damon said with a wince. “Not a morning person?”

“No. I’m a person who doesn’t like to be used,” she snapped, her tone laced with an emotion he couldn’t place.

His brows furrowed before he remembered how they ended the night. He sighed. “I’m sorry about last night, princess.”

Her breath hitched. Again. And his smirk stretched. The nicknames just kept rolling off his tongue. He imagined how, despite her attitude, she was blushing while listening to him.

“Yu flattery nago work pon mi right now,” Taeja said. “Do you call all your one-night stands the next day?”

“No,” he answered. “I called because we want to make it up to you.”

“We?”

“Me and my brother, baby.”

“I-I, um…”

So, this was the nickname she liked… Damon smirked.

“You can’t say no, baby. You’ll break my heart.”

“If you had a heart, you wouldn’t leave last night.”

“If I didn’t have a heart, would I try to make it up to you?”

Taeja huffed. “Fine. But I’m not giving in because you have a good point. I’m giving in because you owe me. The both of you.”

“What do we owe you?”

“Sex so good, I forget my name.”

Damon paused, shocked by her boldness. He felt his dick twitch in response to her brazen words. He loved a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Maybe that was why he’d been so enraptured by her the moment she took the first step toward him.

“Send me your address,” he ordered. “I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

“Okay,” she replied.

“And, baby?”

“Y-yes?”

“Don’t make me wait.”

“Tempting,” she teased before hanging up.

Damon hopped out of bed. After getting himself ready for the day, he jogged down the stairs. His brows rose at Zain, sweaty by the sink, while eating a granola bar. “I thought you left already?”

Zain shook his head while giving Damon a head-to-toe.

“We have a date with Taeja,” Damon said, plating the two omelets that were on the stove.

Zain didn’t answer. Instead, he walked away, heading down the hallway while Damon sat around the island and began eating. When Damon heard the shower running, he knew Zain was in the room he claimed for himself.

Feeling his pocket vibrate, Damon pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Where are we going? What should I wear?

You don’t have to wear anything.

Damon.

My house.

I have a pool.

Damon added the last text as an afterthought. He brimmed with sweet anticipation, eager to see Taeja in a swimsuit. If only Zain would hurry—

Zain appeared in the kitchen.

“About time,” Damon muttered, moving to wash up his dishes.

“Shut the fuck up. ”

“Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today?” Damon teased as they approached the front door. Last night, he’d opted to park in the driveway instead of the garage.

“No, I woke up in the wrong house.”

“How’s it my fault you were too drunk to drive yourself home?”

“You could’ve dropped me.”

“Drop you?” Damon scoffed. “You cut my night short.”

“Our.”

“ Our ? You barely gave her attention.”

“I told you she’s too bold.”

“Yeah?” Damon asked as they neared the car. “If she’s too bold, why are you coming with me to pick her up?”

Zain’s eyes narrowed from behind his locs. “Just get in the car.”

“You’re driving,” Damon said, tossing his keys to Zain, who caught it with ease.

“Like hell I am,” Zain retorted and tossed the keys back.

Glaring at Zain, Damon took his place behind the wheel and drove off. Soon, they were parked in front of a gated community. Damon’s mouth dropped at the beauty standing at the gate.

The dim lighting in the club and hotel room had done her no justice. In daylight, Taeja looked nothing short of majestic. Her thick, curly hair was caught in a high puff, framing her heart-shaped face. Her button nose and plump lips looked even more attractive than they did last night.

Zain hopped out of the front seat and held the door open for her. Damon didn’t miss how she took unsteady steps toward the car. She seemed more focused on keeping her eyes glued to the phone in her hand rather than walking. She muttered thanks to Zain before sitting, looking everywhere except at Damon.

Smirking, he laced a finger beneath her chin. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now?”

“Never,” Taeja disagreed, but he heard a trace of it in her tone.

Smirking, he released her chin and drove off. “Can you swim?”

Taeja shrugged. “Kinda… I know how to not drown.”

Chuckling, Damon placed a hand on her thigh and caressed her soft skin with his thumb. Taeja pressed her thighs together and looked through the window, making Damon smirk.

Briefly, he glanced at Zain in the rearview mirror and saw his brother looking through the window, too. He gave Zain a disapproving glare before returning his focus to the road.

After a few minutes of small talk, they arrived at his house. He was surprised that Taeja wasn’t impressed by the fancy interior. Women he brought here were usually in awe of everything. No wonder he couldn’t find a few expensive items.

But Taeja was different. It was in the way she walked. How she talked. And of course, that luxurious gated community where she resided.

Zain leaned on the wall in the foyer, his eyes boring into the side of Taeja’s head. Damon dragged his eyes away from his brother and to Taeja, who was trying her best not to look over at Zain.

Damon cleared his throat, hoping to relieve some of the awkward and sexual tension that suffocated them the entire journey. “Do you want anything to drink, baby?”

She nibbled on her lip and lowered her head, biting back a smile while he freely wore his. “No, thanks.”

“Okay…” he said. “Do you want to hang by the pool?” he asked, surprising himself because chilling was no longer his intention. On the ride over, his thoughts became invaded with only one thing: stripping her before they could reach a room, bending her over the nearest surface, and fucking her little pussy until she forgot her name.

Yet here he was. Wanting her to feel like she was more than just sex to him and his brother.

No. She was more than just sex. He’d never gone down on a stranger before, yet last night he had a feast. Something about Taeja was special. He just couldn’t place a finger on what it was quite yet.

Taeja lifted her head. A smile stretched on her face, softening her face even more. “Yes, I’d love to.”

Damon was about to show her to a room when Taeja’s next moves shocked him. Not moving from where she stood, Taeja shrugged the large cross-shoulder bag off her shoulder. It hit the wooden floor with a gentle thump while her fingers looped underneath the hem of her blouse.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched her slowly remove the top until she was left in nothing more than a pink lingerie top. Her breasts perfectly filled out the silky material, beckoning Damon to capture them in his mouth again. His eyes trailed down her toned abdomen until he settled on the lavender, heart-shaped crystal of her belly ring.

Taeja was sexy without much effort. It left him in disarray.

His dick throbbed against the confines of his boxers as he stared at her. “Don’t stop there,” he said, his voice deepening from arousal. “Continue.”

Taeja shook her head with a playful smirk before she looked at Zain and folded her arms, making her breasts pop up more. Taeja’s smirk widened when she saw Zain focus on her breasts before meeting her eyes again. “I want you to strip for me,” she said.

Damon opened his mouth to say something. His brother didn’t like being ordered around by anyone. Especially a woman who he wanted as a fuck toy.

But much to his surprise, Zain tugged his shirt over his head.

While Zain’s dog tag fell back into place, Damon keenly watched as Taeja’s eyes raked over the scars on Zain’s chest and abdomen until her eyes settled on his face. Zain’s locs had moved out of his face when he took off his shirt, so Taeja could finally get a better view of him.

Damon knew his brother was testing to see if Taeja would run away after seeing how flawed he was, but Taeja stood unmoving. She seemed more enthralled by the aloof man.

Taeja smiled at Zain, practically brightening the room. Then, she looked at Damon and held out a hand to him while grabbing her bag with the next. “I’m ready for the pool now.”

Nodding, Damon held her hand and led her outside. He liked how soft and small her hand was. It was a nice fit in his. Looking over his shoulder to ensure his brother was following, Damon saw Zain trailing not too far behind, with his eyes glued to Taeja’s round ass.

When they arrived at the pool, Zain moved to the nearby bar while Taeja rested her bag on the lounge chair and undid the button of her shorts. Damon paused removing his shirt to watch her. He didn’t want to miss the show.

Like the minx she was, Taeja left it like that, only revealing a peek of her matching underwear. She winked at them before she ran and cannonballed into the pool. Damon’s heart banged against his chest, and he took a step forward, ready to dive in after her.

Taeja’s head broke the water. Wiping hair out of her face, she laughed at their worried expressions — a cheery laugh that could only rival the voice of an angel. “I told you I know how not to drown.”

“Let me know if you want a floaty,” Damon said, taking off his shirt and keeping his shorts.

Taeja scoffed before lying on her back. She swayed her hands beside her, smiling at them. “Mi nuh need dat. See? I can float. And I know you guys won’t make me drown before you fuck me.”

“Your mouth, Taeja…”

She smiled wickedly. It brightened her entire face, and it tugged at his heart. Just when he thought she couldn’t look any more perfect, here she was — redefining the whole word.

“I know ways you can shut me up,” she said, throwing him a wink.

Zain walked toward the edge of the pool. His hair was caught in a low ponytail with two stubborn locs flowing down his forehead. “I know ways, too.”

Taeja’s smile widened, and she swam toward him. Resting her elbows on the edge of the pool, she craned her neck to look at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Stooping, Zain offered a can of soda to her. “Shut up.”

Taeja’s mouth dropped, quieting with a pout.

Damon glared at the back of Zain’s head. “He’s joking, Taeja.”

Taeja glared at Zain. “You’re mean to me. You know that?”

“I’m not mean to you,” Zain answered as he sat on the edge of the pool and put his feet in the water. “You talk a lot.”

Taeja rolled her eyes and cracked open the can of soda. She took a sip, then rested it beside Zain. “Damon, yago mek him call mi chattabox?”

“I’m staying out of this.” Chuckling, Damon walked over and stepped into the cool water. He sat on the edge and called her over, and she swam toward him. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He was sure she could feel his dick pressing against her stomach. “You’re a handful, you know that?” Damon asked while brushing away the strands of wet hair that stuck to her forehead.

“Trust me, I know…” Taeja replied, and his brows furrowed.

He pulled away from her, his brows narrowing more as he looked at her. Her eyes weren’t shining like they usually did. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she replied with a quick nod. She gave him the prettiest smile, making him think he imagined the flash of emotion he saw.

He chose to drop it for now. “Okay,” he said, placing a long kiss on her forehead. When he pulled away, her face brightened.

Damon and Taeja chatted and laughed over drinks, getting to know each other a bit more. He was so entranced by her, he almost forgot why she was here in the first place.

Occasionally, Taeja would try to reel Zain into the conversation, but the man never said more than he needed to. It made Taeja divert all her focus to Damon. Turning her back to him, she asked, “Can you take this off me?”

“You like teasing us, Taeja?” Damon asked, watching her crane her neck slightly and expose her nape.

Taeja chuckled innocently. “You should know that by now.”

Obeying her request only because he thought she was overdressed, he grabbed a handful of her thick, wet hair and brushed it over her shoulder. He brought his mouth to her skin and showered her neck and shoulder with soft, lingering kisses. While he sucked on the nape of Taeja’s neck, he looked at Zain.

Zain moved his drink to his mouth and took a large chug. Nothing obstructed Zain’s face. Damon could see the glint in his brother’s eyes.

Looking away, Damon watched as his hand trailed up the taut skin of Taeja’s abdomen until it circled her neck. His thumb pressed into her skin, restricting her breathing, and making Taeja release a long, uneven breath. Teasing her ear with his teeth, he hummed as she shivered. He loved how responsive she was.

Breaking away, he focused on the more important task at hand — getting this material off her despite how sexy she looked in it .

If her nipples pressing against the thin material were already driving him crazy, seeing her naked would surely push him off the brink of insanity.

His fingers gently grazed the small of her neck… the dip of her spine… until they reached the straps that stretched across her back.

He saw a chill run through her body, making his dick throb. Taeja didn’t have to try too hard to get him and his brother, who watched intently, excited.

Slowly, he unlatched the bra and threw it on the edge of the pool. When Taeja’s ample breasts sprang free, Damon saw Zain force down a gulp.

Maybe Taeja winked at Zain because whatever expression she threw at him made his eyes narrow, warning her that he didn’t like to be tested.

When Taeja turned to face Damon, she had a small smirk on her face. Damon glanced at his brother briefly, and Zain threw him a knowing look.

Taeja was bound to be trouble.

Stubborn, sexy trouble.

Damon didn’t mind, though. He loved a woman who could match his sexual appetite.

His eyes drifted from hers, settling on her breasts. They were full and round. Her nipples were hard and demanding his full attention. “You’re so sexy, Taeja,” he said, his voice raspy.

“I know,” she replied.

Damon’s eyes darted to hers, and he raised a brow. “Do you have an answer to everything?”

She shrugged. “Sometimes.”

He glared. “Taeja.”

She bit into her lower lip. “I’m sorry.”

He almost heaved a breath. This woman was bound to drive him crazy.

And with a body like this… she surely would.

“If you can be a good girl for us, we’ll fuck you until you forget your name.”

Taeja’s eyes shone. “My lips are sealed.”

“I only want to hear moans come out of this witty mouth of yours,” he said before capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. He tasted a slight hint of chlorine, but he disregarded it. It felt too good to have her like this again. His tongue swirled around her nipple, and she pushed her chest out, forcing more of her breast into his mouth.

“That feels so good,” Taeja moaned.

Her sultry moans were music to his ear. A type of sweet melody that had his dick hardening to the point where it hurt.

Releasing her nipple, he showered the other nipple with the same slow, teasing affection until Taeja was a whimpering mess in his hold.

Slowly, Damon kissed up her chest until his mouth found hers. Her lips were softer than he remembered, and they tasted like the cherry soda she drank during their chat. Their lips moved fluidly over each other, heat rushing through his veins as the kiss deepened.

His hand swept over her back and found the curve of her ass, groping before giving it a hard slap. Taeja gasped, and he used the moment to slip his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues clashed for only a second before Taeja gave him complete control. Pleased by her actions, he gently used his fingers to rub away the sting of her ass, and she moaned.

Her breasts grazed his naked chest and he couldn’t go another moment without her. His eyes opened, finding his brother’s. Zain gave him a small nod, and he smirked against Taeja’s lips while she smiled, oblivious to what she was giving herself into.

Wanting to savor this some more before he tasted her body from head to toe, Damon prolonged the kiss. He needed to pull away for air, but he didn’t because, at the moment, the only thing he needed was her.

This vixen. Seductress. Woman who’d been driving him crazy since last night.

She moved her hands from her sides and placed them on his chest. Her nails scraped his skin as they descended, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

When she reached his waistband, Taeja didn’t hesitate before she slipped her hand into his boxers. Her curious fingers wrapped around his dick, and she gasped, breaking the kiss. Her swollen lips gaped, and her bright eyes widened.

Damon smirked. “You said you can handle us, Taeja?”

She gulped.