Chapter 8
“Stone, you’re up first,” Jiselle announced.
“What?”
“Why would you want to shower by yourself when you can shower with me?” Her eyebrows knitted together.
My eyes automatically drifted over her naked body and I licked my lips.
“Let’s go then.” I nudged my head toward her bathroom and she grinned.
“Uh, Kiano…” Selle looked at him. “Don’t steal anything while we’re in the shower.”
He lifted an eyebrow.
“I look broke to you?” he asked seriously and the amount of offended that nigga sounded had me laughing under my breath a lil bit. Selle shrugged. He chuckled slightly and collapsed onto the couch. “Alright.”
“I’d hate to have to fuck you up but I ain’t above it.” I made that clear.
“I hear you.”
“Good.” I gestured for Jiselle to lead the way and she grabbed my hand and pulled me along.
We stood in the back of the shower while the water heated. I gripped Selle’s waist and spun her. She looked up at me with her big, pretty, brown eyes.
“How you know that nigga and do you know him for real?”
“Does it matter?”
“If he’s going to be fucking you, yeah, Jiselle. That shit matters to me.”
“We went to school together. He was on a team with Rene and apparently thought I was hot back then and now he wants to fuck me since he didn’t get a chance back then.”
“Are you going to let him?”
“I already have.”
“Again?” I clarified.
“Maybe.” She threw her arms around my neck. “Does that bother you?”
“Not as much as it should,” I confessed. “I like that you’re honest about yo’ shit. That’s important to me.”
“Why would I lie to you?”
“Because you know how I feel about you.” I let my hands trail to her ass and jerked her against me.
“That’s even more reason not to lie to you.” She tiptoed and I kissed her softly. “If you’re going to be here, I want you to be here because you want to, not because I lied and sold you a dream to manipulate you into being here.”
I nodded. “I feel you.” I kissed her again.
“Good.” She raked her hands down my chest then put them back around my neck a second time. “Did you like having Kiano suck your dick?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
I swallowed. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“It wasn’t a trick question. Did you like having your dick shoved down another man’s throat or not?”
“It was cool.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Would you do it again?”
“With you and Kiano?”
“Mhm.”
“I’d seriously consider it.”
“Okay.” She kissed my chest softly then turned her back to me to test the water.
It had gotten hot so she grabbed her sponge and squeezed body wash onto it.
I appreciated that she didn’t act differently with me, even after I’d let Kiano suck me off and lick his way down to my…
I cleared my throat automatically, like she could somehow hear my thoughts.
I’d never had a threesome before, and when I’d thought about it, it had been with two women.
I never thought I’d be fucking around with a man, let alone enjoying it.
I didn’t think I’d ever nut as hard as I had tonight ever.
Fuck.
I’d enjoyed it.
A lot.
Jiselle washed my back and I washed hers. It was nice showering together. Shit felt real intimate and I stole a couple kisses along the way. When I finished, Jiselle nudged her head toward the door and I chuckled.
I hopped out of the shower, toweled off, slid clothes on, and ran through my hygiene needs quickly. Then I looked back at Selle who was peering at me through the shower door. I smiled automatically.
“Ay, Selle.”
“Hm?”
“You know you can’t get rid of me, right?”
She rolled her eyes. “We’ll see.”
“Nah. You’ll see.”
“Can you send Kiano in?”
“You going to wash his back too?”
“And his dick.” She stuck her tongue out.
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
“Brat,” I grumbled.
“You adore me,” she countered.
“Yeah. I do.” I admitted.
She slid the door open and I leaned in to kiss her yet again, unsure how I would ever be able to stay away.
I sauntered out of the bathroom and found Kiano sitting on the couch, tapping away on his phone.
“Jiselle is waiting for you in the shower,” I announced.
“Alright.” He stood.
I exhaled and stayed where I was while he walked toward me. He brushed past me and I tensed. I deflated when the door shut, taking a deep breath then jumping into motion.
I looked around Selle’s spot for the first time.
I mean, really looked. I yanked several of her drawers open and rummaged.
I didn’t find anything interesting, just clothes, sex toys, and old photos.
When I opened her closet, I saw she had an extensive shoe collection, mostly boots but a good amount of heels too.
She didn’t have anything crazy inside either, an expensive ass camera, luggage, three different bongs lined along the top of the closest, just regular shit. I stepped out and closed the door.
I walked over to her dresser and looked at the shit on top—unfolded clothes she’d tossed off, weed, and a grinder.
I paused and my eyebrows knitted together when I could have sworn I saw a little light above me.
I reached toward it, running my hand along the back of her wall and pausing when I felt a little bump.
I gripped it and yanked it down. I stared down at the little camera in my hand.
I looked toward the bathroom.
We’d left that nigga alone for all of twenty minutes and he’d set up a camera in her spot?
He had to be fucking crazy.
I looked toward the bathroom when I heard Selle laughing inside. I made a mental note to check each room when I got the chance.
In the meantime, I just slipped the camera into my pocket.