2. Blyss Monroe #2
She shoved the toy at me like it was contraband, and I scrambled to hide it, stuffing it under a throw pillow like that actually made sense.
A few seconds later, in walked Jace, and right behind him was Kase, who was wearing gray sweatpants with a black tank top.
And that damn gigantic chain shining across his chest like it knew it was sitting on danger.
I damn near passed out seeing both of them in our presence, knowing we had a vibrator right with us.
“Hey, y’all,” Jace said with a grin, then elbowed his brother. “There she go. Go ahead and say it.”
Kase frowned. “Nigga, I don’t need no interpreter.”
Tuesday looked at me, smirked, and backed out of the room like she wasn’t the chaos gremlin who started this entire mess. “I’ma go check on that laundry.”
Coward,I thought to myself as I watched Tuesday and Jase leave. I released a breath as Kase dropped down on the couch next to me like he owned it, legs spread, muscles still flexing from the gym or maybe just existing. He smelled like soap, sweat, and problems. My eyes were malfunctioning.
And then I heard it again.
Bzzzzzzzz.
The toy was still on. I shifted slightly, trying to press down on the pillow and silence the hum without making it obvious. But Kase had already tilted his head, that damn smirk creeping onto his face.
“You good?” he asked, voice dipped in honey and mischief.
I nodded too fast. “Y-yeah. Did… did you need something?”
He leaned back, arm stretching behind me, that chain still catching light like a setup. “Yeah. My bad about yesterday.”
“No worries,” I said way too fast. “I, ugh… forgot about it.”
He raised a brow. “You forgot about me telling the whole club you were wet on the dance floor?”
I opened my mouth, but nothing smart came out.
“Listen, Wheels,” he said, voice thick with teasing.
“It’s alright. You got wet. So what?”
“Wheels? Why do you always call me that?
He grinned. “Yeah. You always the third wheel with my brother and your cousin. Everywhere we go, it’s Jace, Tuesday, and you. Backseat. At the table. Holding the camera while they tongue each other down. So boom—Wheels.”
I stared at him, stunned. “That is… incredibly rude.”
“But it fits,” he said, eyes on me. “And you cute when you mad, so I win either way.”
I glared at him, but the toy under me wasn’t letting me hold onto any dignity. The damn thing buzzed again, loud. Kase leaned in, head tilted like he was putting two and two together.
“Wheels…” he said slowly, voice low and playful.
“You sure that ain't your seat… or your toy acting up?”
“I—uh—I don’t know what you mean,” I stammered.
“Mmhmm,” he nodded, licking his bottom lip . “You out here sitting on a secret, huh? Let me find out you in here ridin’ a vibe like it’s training wheels.”
Before I could even defend myself, the toy slipped. Right from under the pillow, and hit the hardwood. I wanted to pass out seeing it buzzinglike a damn Harley. I dove to grab it, but it was too late. Kase leaned over, laughing loudly and sounhelpful.
“Aww nah. Not the deluxe edition with the turbo engine.”
“Stop!” I hissed, yanking it off the floor and ripping the battery out like I was disabling a bomb.
He wiped a tear from his eye. “Yo, I didn’t even know they made ‘em that loud! That joint sound like it need gas.”
“You are so immature.”
“Nah, you just make it too easy,” he said, still grinning.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed on the table. We both glanced down. The screen lit up with a message:
Key Key: You left your boxers in my car. Want me to drop them off later?
My smile snapped into place like a trap. “Well, Turbo Engine , huh?” I said sweetly, folding my arms. “Guess I’m not the only one with battery-powered problems. What was it—five pumps and a grunt? Y’all was in the car, so it had to be quick.”
His smirk dropped. “Man, that ain’t even?—”
Tuesday peeked her head in from the hallway. “Oop.”
I leaned back, still holding my now-silent toy like a trophy. “You were saying, Kase?”
“Naw, baby,” he said, flashing that slow-ass grin. “I got a thick one, and I know how to use it. I don’t do pumps, I give strokes. Deep ones. Left the boxers behind on purpose… figured she needed a lil’ reminder since the dick hit like that. Besides, I’m the full package. No assembly required.”
“Please,” I scoffed, wrinkling my nose. “That’s nasty.”
He smirked, unfazed. “Says the shawty with the plastic to play with the pussy,” he winked.
My mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”
Jace finally stepped back in the living room, shaking his head. “Leave her alone, man. You too old to be out here being an asshole.”
Kase leaned back on the couch. “Ain’t nobody being an asshole. I’m just sayin’—if she need help exploring, she ain’t gotta rely on batteries.”
“Boy, shut up!” Tuesday yelled from the hall. “You talkin’ too damn much. That vibrator probably gonna do her better than you think you can.”
I covered my face and groaned. “I hate all of you.”
Kase chuckled, low and shameless. “Nah, you love us. Just not as much as that little pink toy you was ridin’ like it owed you money.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. With my heart racing, I stood up, grabbed my little dignity and what was left of my pride, and stormed off.
No words. Just the sound of my flats slapping against the hardwood and the buzzing in my ears, real or imagined.
Yet again, I was embarrassed and humiliated by Kase, the ultimate bad boy.
I slammed my bedroom door shut and collapsed onto my bed, burying my face in my comforter like I could scream into the thread count.
Why did I even think I could be that girl?
Bold and unbothered. I was none of the above.
Just as I was contemplating moving to another state under a fake name, there was a knock on my door.
I didn’t move. I didn’t answer. I already knew who it was.
“Blyssss,” Tuesday’s voice called, sing-songy.
I didn’t respond.
She cracked the door open and peeked in, one hand over her mouth, doing her very best to hold in a laugh.
“I’m not talking to you,” I muttered, face still in the blanket.
She snorted. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad.”
“You threw me to the wolves.”
“He’s not a wolf,” she said, walking in. “He’s more like a… horny hyena with a gym membership.”
I groaned louder. “That’s not helping.”
“Okay, okay.” She sat on the edge of my bed, her voice softening. “I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t know he was coming over, and I definitely didn’t think your little love rocket was gonna make a break for it in front of company.”
I lifted my head just enough to glare at her. “You named it?”
“I had to. It’s part of the family now.”
“Let’s watch movies or something,” I mumbled into the pillow. “I don’t want to be a third wheel.”
Tuesday looked over at me. “Why you say that?”
I sighed. “Well… apparently Kase calls me that. Because I’m always around blocking y’all.”
Tuesday rolled her eyes hard. “Girl, forget him. That man got the emotional intelligence of a boxer brief. Get your stuff, we’re having a movie day. At Kase and Jace’s mansion.”
I groaned. “Do we have to?”
“Yes,” she said, already standing. “Because I’m your cousin and your emotional support agent, and you need to get out of your head. Besides, their place has a theater room, heated floors, and that dumb-ass popcorn machine Jace just bought. So come on.”
I didn’t really want to go, but sitting in my room, stewing over a man-child with abs wasn’t exactly healing either.
So, I got up, grabbed my overnight bag, and tried to convince myself it was just a harmless chill day, not another round of awkward tension and humiliation.
And besides, the brothers’ mansion was ridiculous, big, modern, and probably too expensive for two grown men who still argued over game controllers.
Their father, a retired big-time baseball player, had bought it for them when they outgrew the condo.
Or maybe just to throw money at them so they’d stop calling him out for being a trash dad.
Either way, I packed light and followed Tuesday out.
But when we got back to the living room, Kase was gone.
“Where’d he go?” I asked casually, trying not to sound too curious.
Jace glanced up from his phone. “Said he had to run an errand. Didn’t say where.”
My heart dropped for no reason, and I didn't want to admit it.
Tuesday bumped my arm. “Good. One less ego in the room. Now, come on. You got dibs on the reclining chair with the massage button.”
We eventually went over to their place for a movie night. Kase walked in halfway through with a girl wearing booty shorts that left nothing to the imagination. My eyes widened at what she had on; she looked downright trashy.
“What’s good, people? Oh yeah, what’s up… Vibrating Wheels ,” Kase said all loud, and with a smirk.
“Oh Lord,” I whispered, sinking into the couch.
“You called her what?” the girl laughed.
“She knows why I said it,” he winked.
“Please, don’t go there,” I begged, cheeks burning.
“If you need help, just drop the plastic and get the hard one I got,” he said, lips curving up.
Even though he was being a cocky jerk, my lower core reacted anyway.
My clit pulsed like it had no loyalty. I offered a stiff smile as they joined us for the movie.
My heart broke a little every time I would see him with a woman, because it was the hard truth that I would never be his type.
I used it as my chance to bow out, too, let Jace and Tuesday have their peace.
I loved being around them. I really did.
Jace and Tuesday had this natural rhythm, like they were their own little universe.
Most of the time, I didn’t mind orbiting nearby.
But tonight? Tonight, I felt like a satellite drifting way too far.
I slipped down the hallway to the guest room I always used when I stayed over.
Then I changed into my favorite pair of pajama shorts and an oversized tee with faded lettering that read, “Read More, Worry Less.” After brushing my teeth and tying up my hair, I crawled under the covers.
For once, I was actually starting to relax.
Then I heard a loud woman’s moan. The walls were too damn thin.
I laid there stiff in the dark, curled under the blanket, trying to breathe normal, trying not to hear it. But I did. I heard everything.
Her moans. His voice. The bed knocking.
And his mouth. God, that mouth, it was reckless.
“Yeah, take that dick. Look at you, beggin’ like you don’t know what to do with it.”
My stomach clenched, and I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help. The sound of her whimpering made my chest tighten. The way he talked to her, low, nasty, confident, it played with something deep inside me that I didn’t want to name.
“ Stop running from this dick and take it.”
I swallowed hard. He was cocky, and I hated that I was listening.
Hated that my thighs were clenching on their own.
My breath was shaky. That I wanted him, even now, even while he was in the other room, breaking someone else down, I wanted it to be me.
And I hated myself for that. I rolled onto my side, yanking the pillow over my ears, but it was no use.
“You feel that? That’s mine now. Tell me who it belongs to.”
Her voice cracked something like “Kase,” and I felt my heart drop.
I wasn’t supposed to care.
I wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
My chest felt tight, but my thighs were worse, clenched like they were mad at me for not being enough.
Every moan I heard from that room made my stomach twist, made my heart drop a little lower.
He was in there giving her the kind of pleasure I dreamed about, and I hated how jealous that made me.
Hated how my body still wanted him, even while my pride was begging me to move on.