Ryland #4
“You smoke?” I was curious to know as much as I could about this woman and that was a problem because women never made me curious.
I enjoyed their company, spent time with plenty, but didn’t care about what made them tick.
With Somee, I wanted to know where her head was, how she spent her time, what made her happy.
Crazy ass thoughts went through my mind and I had to do something about them.
“I have before,” she signed, then untwisted the top to her water, bringing it to her mouth.
I studied her face, checking out her flawless honey skin and pretty face framed by jet black hair that was orange at the tips, looking like flames.
It normally fell into her face, but she currently had it tucked behind her ears, allowing me a full view of those pretty ass, almond-shaped eyes.
“You gonna smoke with me?” A lazy grin eased onto my face and she scrunched her nose.
“That’s probably not a good idea. We’re responsible for a six-year-old. One of us has to be alert.”
“I’m fully functional. This is light work,” I signed, then lifted the blunt into view.
“That smells like heavy work.”
I chuckled and took several more pulls before I got up and walked to the sink, pressing the lit end into the base to put it out. When I returned to the table, she arched a brow.
“I hope that wasn’t for my benefit.”
“Nah, it wasn’t. It was for mine. If I finish that, I might slip up and say something that will get us both in trouble.”
The corner of her lips curled just enough to offer a hint of a smile and Somee rolled her eyes.
“How you feel about being here?”
“Your house is beautiful, so I have no complaints.”
“’Preciate that but I’m not talking about the accommodations.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
I wanted to ask how she felt about being in my space, around me, in my life. Because I damn sure had thoughts about how I felt and they were all good.
“You’re not really fucking with me, so I wanted to make sure I’m checking all the boxes and meeting your standards.”
She grinned widely. “With Rylee, yes.”
“But not with you?”
“It’s not about me.”
It can be…
“Yeah…” was all I signed.
“You don’t have to stay here with us. I’m sure you have better things to occupy your time than playing Mr. Mom.”
I grinned. “Where should I be?”
She lifted the water bottle and shrugged, signing when she returned it between her thighs, bringing my eyes to honey brown skin. When my mind went to those same thighs locked around my waist, I got lost in the possibility and almost missed what she signed.
“Something that could potentially create a headline, providing fifteen minutes of fame to the blogger who reports your latest bad decision.”
“You want me to return to the lifestyle that pisses you off about me?”
She arched a brow. “Your life doesn’t piss me off.”
“You sure?”
“Very. As long as your viral moments don’t affect Rylee, they’re none of my business.”
I grinned. “You’ve seen my viral moments?”
My dick had enough primetime live appearances and I was curious how intimately she knew me.
The answer was given the minute she blushed and dropped her eyes.
She played it off well, lifting the water bottle from between her thighs, but she told on herself.
For some reason, that had me amused. From what I heard, there was a social media page dedicated to me and my dick.
I never searched for the proof because I wasn’t interested in knowing my dick had been immortalized on social media.
I knew I was blessed. Women praised me in real time, so comments and likes on a page weren’t necessary.
That didn’t stop me from wanting to know what Somee’s thoughts were.
“I’m aware they exist.”
She went with a safe answer, which was amusing as hell. I did not miss the way she shifted and those thick thighs squeezed the plastic bottle between them.
“You weren’t curious?”
“You think I should be?”
I grinned. “It might improve your opinion of me.”
She arched a brow. “You think that seeing you naked will improve my thoughts about whether or not you will be a good guardian to your sister?”
I shook my head. “No, but it might help you decide whether or not you actually like me.”
“My opinion of you doesn’t matter, only whether or not you can handle parenting your sister.”
“You don’t even believe that lie, but if it’s what you need to make this easier on yourself, I’ll accept that.” I paused and lifted from the chair. “For now. Good night.”
I left her, heading straight to my room amused and frustrated.
My dick was still hard, even after I could no longer smell the coconut mango scent that cut through the potency of the weed that had my mind cloudy.
Somee got under my skin, fucking with my head, refusing to leave.
I yanked a hand down my face and let my head sink deeper into my pillow.
Thoughts of Somee in my bed had my hand moving to my dick.
The last thing I needed was to yet again let a woman fuck with my life or my future, but I had a feeling that was exactly what would happen.
There wasn’t a damn thing I could do to talk myself out of this.
Just once. That was all I needed to get this woman out of my system.
The lie pushed through my mind with ease, but no matter how high I was, the rational side of my brain understood it was truly a lie.
If I ever let her in my bed, she was never fucking leaving.