Chapter 24
Layla
It was almost nine when we got home. I bathed Jasmine and changed her into pajamas before leaving my old house. My mom cried when I packed a suitcase to bring here. She promised to bring some more of my things tomorrow, but I know she’s only doing that to check out where I live and to make sure I’m okay.
I’ve never lived away from her before. I didn’t go away to college. I worked and took courses at night or online. It’s expected that she would be sad about me leaving. With Grandma not likely to return home, she will be living with only June Bug from now on.
I eye the suitcases that I dragged into the closet and decide I’m not going to unpack them until tomorrow. Seth comes into the bedroom after putting Jasmine in her crib. He lifts his shirt over his head as if it’s normal for us to be sharing a bedroom. His chest is completely hairless. Just the way I like it. He might be on the thin side, but his body is hard and taut. Also the way I like it. He runs his hands over his head, sighs, and drops himself on the bed.
“My dad wants to meet you,” he says. He now has both hands covering his face. “If you can get some time off, I’d like to go for a couple of days next week.” From the tone of his voice, I’m sure that’s the last thing he wants to do ever.
I first got the impression he had issues with his dad on the day of the christening. He sounded annoyed, and he was about two seconds away from going off on him, but he reined himself in.
“Are you two close?” I ask. “And will your dad have an issue with me?”
“Why would my dad have an issue with you?” he stands and pulls off his pants, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.
“With me being black,” I add, but my eyes don’t leave those boxer briefs.
“My dad has enough issues. Trust me, that’s the last thing on his mind.” He pulls off the boxers. “He would never care about something like that, and if he did, I’d tell him to piss off.”
“What does that mean?”
He walks to me and puts both hands on my shoulders. He looks down at me and says, “You’ll find out soon enough, but I promise, he will be so excited to meet you. Why don’t you come get in the shower with me?” He lifts the hem of my dress over my head and drops it to the floor.
While I remove my bra, he slowly rolls down my panties. His hand travels back to the apex of my thighs. He strokes the tip of my clit, and I shiver with need. His other hand covers my ass.
“You have a fat booty for a skinny girl,” he says.
My eyes widen and I slap his chest.
He grins. “That’s how I like them.” He cups both cheeks with his big hands, leans down, and gives me a passionate kiss. The kiss is slow, and I open my mouth to him. He lifts me off my feet, and I wrap my legs around him.
He takes me directly into the bathroom and into the shower that’s big enough to fit half a dozen people. The showerheads come on before I have time to put on a shower cap. He never stops kissing me, so I can’t protest. Besides, I’m way too lost in his kiss to speak.
He pins me against the wall with my feet still not touching the floor. He spreads my legs apart and slides into me without warning.
“Seth,” I moan. “Slow. I’m sore.”
His thrusts slow down until I get used to having him inside of me. I’ve wanted him again since last night, but I was sore and needed the break. Now I hold on to him for dear life while he slowly fucks me against the shower.
I never realized how strong he is before this moment. He holds me with one arm while he squeezes a breast with his other. He leaves my mouth and sucks on the skin on my collarbone.
Then he suddenly drops me to my feet and spins me around. “Bend over and let me see that juicy ass,” he says. If this was any other scenario, I’d tell him to stop ordering me around, but right now, my pussy needs relief, so I obey.
I put my palms to the wall and stick my ass out. He grips my hips and slides in.
“Aah,” I say. “Yes.”
He’s no longer gentle, and I find that I like it like this too. He gives me deep strokes, but they’re fast, and soon, I’m flying over the edge and calling out his name like a shameless slut.
He pulls out while I’m still flying high, and I feel a warm, thick liquid on my butt cheeks. He slaps a hand on my ass and rubs his cum into my skin.
I stand on shaky legs and face my husband. He looks down at me.
“Mrs. Whorekowski,” he says, and I giggle.
I stare out the wall of windows overlooking Central Park and wonder how the hell I got here. While Seth checks on Jasmine, I make us a snack, but he only keeps fresh and healthy food.
I make a fruit cocktail of berries and whipped cream in these fancy glasses that he has. He comes out in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, and I feel myself blush at the sight of his body.
“I got us a snack.” That seems to surprise him. I hold the glass out to him and he walks slowly to me.
“For me?” he asks as if he’s not the only other person here. I nod at him, but he stands there for a few more seconds before taking it from me. “Thanks.”
“So, um, I don’t think I can afford any of the bills here.”
He takes a big spoonful and stares at me furrowing his brows.
“You don’t have to pay for anything. The most important thing is that you help me with Jasmine.” He takes another spoonful, grins, and says, “And that you fuck me. That’s it.”
I throw a blueberry at his forehead. It bounces and lands on the floor.
“Okay,” I say with relief. “I guess that means I can still help my mom then.”
“I’ll get you access to my accounts, but don’t spend like a million dollars. I told you that you can make some improvements to your mom’s house. Do you think you can take some time off work?” he asks. When I nod, he continues, “After we visit my dad, I need to go to California for a commercial. I’d like you to come.”
My jaw almost drops. I’ve never been to California, and it’s been on my list of places to visit.
“Okay. Sounds good.” I try to sound calm, but I’m already imagining what I’m going to pack and all the things we’re going to do. In fact, a little shopping spree is in order.