24. Goldyn
“What’s up with you and Rome?” Lorenzo walked up behind me, pressed kisses along my neck and then pulled me against him in a hug while I washed the pitted cherries I’d gotten from Ms. Ruby earlier today.
“Me and Rome?” I echoed, distracted by the feel of his warm lips against the shell of my ear.
“Mhmm. What’s up with y’all?” He asked the question with a well-timed tilt of his hips that pressed his dick against my ass and made me forget what I was supposed to be doing.
Water rushed down the drain while I held a bunch of cherries suspended in midair, lost in the instant pull Lorenzo had on me. Snapping out of it, I turned off the faucet, turned in his arms and stared up at him. “What makes you ask that?”
“Because I got eyes. I see the way he is with you and he’s never like that with anybody.”
“I don’t know, maybe I finally wore him down,” I teased, holding a cherry up to his lips.
He opened his mouth and let me place the fruit on his tongue, his eyes snagging on mine. “You don’t know or you don’t want to know?”
My face scrunched and I tried to look away, but Enzo held my chin, coaxing my eyes back to his. Why was he so good at seeing through me? He noticed everything and called me on it, even things I didn’t realize I was doing.
“Does it matter?” I asked, finally swallowing around the uncertainty in my throat. The truth was that Rome and I had fallen into a nice…rhythm. I didn’t want to jinx it by calling it something else because it had taken so long for us to get there. But today, when he walked into the library and sat down with me, I felt hope.
“Of course it matters.” Enzo inclined his head, a silent request for another cherry.
I gave in, slipping another one past his lips and sighed. “I haven’t cheated on you and Sin, if that’s what you’re worried about. I would never do that. You told me to end it with you before I started seeing someone else and I?—”
Enzo smirked down at me.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” he lied, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re just cute when you’re flustered.”
I groaned his name and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling my head against his chest while it rumbled with laughter.
“Rome has never been off-limits,” he said. “He’s the exception to every rule Sin and I have. If you want to see where this is going between y’all then go for it.”
He’s the exception to every rule Sin and I have.
That was a mouthful and I didn’t have time to dissect it because I was too busy trying to make sense of the other part of his statement.
“You wouldn’t be mad at me for dating Rome?” What was I even saying? Rome had expressed no interest in dating me.
“Not at all.” He pulled back to smile down at me. “You think I’d be cool with him buying you flowers and having a standing lunch date with you if it made me upset?”
“They weren’t dates,” I pointed out defensively. “I just like talking to him. He barely reacts to anything I say.”
“That’s more than he gives most people. He doesn’t do shit that he doesn’t wanna do. So trust me, him showing up every day and letting you have lunch with him is enough. That nigga is whipped.”
Laughter bubbled in my throat and died just as fast when I snagged on another part of his earlier question. I’d been too distracted to catch it before, but now I couldn’t get past it.
You think I’d be cool with him buying you flowers?
“What did you mean by him buying me flowers? Rome has never bought me flowers.”
The man above me licked his lips and laughed dryly. “Damn. Y’all are both clueless, huh?”
“Can you just tell me instead of calling me names?”
Another laugh claimed the quiet kitchen and I tried to free myself from his hold only for him to pull me in closer.
“That bouquet of jasmine and lavender you loved so much last week.”
“What about it?” My heart raced because a part of me knew what was coming.
“Rome.”
“Oh my god.” He’d watched me gush about those flowers, inhaling them every chance I got and hadn’t said a word.
“Those sunflowers on your nightstand?”
My eyes swelled and I stared at him in disbelief. “No.”
“Yes. That man is obsessed with you, or didn’t today on the lake prove that to you?”
Today had been…different. I didn’t know Rome had it in him to be as patient or as gentle as he was with me on the water, but he hadn’t batted an eye at all my failed attempts. He kept pulling me out the lake, coaching me through my anxiety, and letting me repeat that cycle as many times as I needed to.
He’d tugged at my heart in more ways than one today and now my mind was filtering through all our other interactions.
Obsessed seemed like a strong word, but Rome did tolerate me. And that was a win after the way he’d been when I first got here.
“Anyway,” Lorenzo said, cutting into my thoughts. “I can’t wait for him to stop tiptoeing around his feelings for you and do something about it.”
He pressed me against the counter, leading with his hardening dick and I sucked in a breath.
Biting my lip, I slanted my gaze up at him. I didn’t recognize my voice when I asked my next question. “Does that turn you on? The thought of me being with him?”
He rocked against me again, letting me feel him through the wispy fabric of my shorts. His eyes darkened before he dropped his head to kiss my neck. “That’s what you don’t get. The thought of everything with you turns me on, Goldyn. I love the thought of you getting whatever the fuck you want, even if it doesn’t come from me.”
The puzzle pieces were slowly clicking into place. That made sense. So much sense I was surprised I hadn’t caught on earlier.
His obsession with watching Sin and I together. His love for watching me use him to get my pleasure before he ever tried to get his. The way his eyes damn near glazed over at the thought of me spending his money. He got pleasure from giving pleasure, no matter what form that took. I’d never had someone so invested in making sure I was satiated in every facet of my life. And every day I fell a little bit more in love with him because of it.
Lorenzo sucked at my neck, pulling me up until I wrapped my legs around his waist. The pulse at my center demanded the closeness so I welcomed it.
“You want to come for me, Goldy?”
Why would he ask me that? Of course I wanted to come for him. And I didn’t care that we were in this wide-open kitchen where anybody else in the house could walk in on us at any given moment.
“I need to come for you,” I answered, loving the way he hissed at my brazen rearrangement of his words.
He wedged his hand between us, wasting no time as he pushed my shorts away from my center and stroked a finger against my throbbing clit.
“Enzoooo,” I cooed, arching into the contact.
“Fuck, Goldy. You’re so sensitive.”
The second pass of his finger over my clit made me release a desperate cry and throw my head back.
“Look at me, mamas. The only thing I wanna see when you come for me is your pretty face.”
I crashed my lips against his, my mouth urgent and demanding. And he reciprocated, giving me what I wanted while his fingers worked between my legs, pushing past my slippery lips and pumping in and out of me.
“You’re so fucking wet, Goldy. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the sounds this perfect pussy makes when you’re about to come for me.”
Panting against his lips, I begged for release, grinding against him to speed up the inevitable. “Enzo, please?—”
Footfalls on the staircase pulled us out of our reverie, and Lorenzo took his time freeing his hand from between my legs. When he did, he raised his fingers to my lips and pushed until I opened my mouth, tasting myself on his skin. Then he dropped me to my feet and stared at me like he hadn’t just left me hanging over the edge. My pussy still quaked with the need for release, but I forced my ragged breathing to even out as the footsteps grew closer.
“We have all night to fix that pout on your face, Goldy,” Lorenzo promised with a smirk. “Now feed me another cherry, mamas.”