22. Noree Marcell
The kids were asleep.
After swimming all afternoon, everybody was dog-tired, including me. So much had happened over the past couple of days, and the lack of sleep was definitely catching up with me.
Once I got Summer and King settled into bed, one of the security guards drove Oaklynn and me over to the guesthouse on the golf cart. My baby was knocked out in my arms the entire ride.
She somehow slept through her bath and me dressing her. I was surprised to see a crib waiting in the room, so I smiled and placed her inside.
I was grateful she stayed asleep because Oaklynn could be a little fussy whenever somebody woke her up too soon.
After making sure she was comfortable, I took a long shower and washed the entire day off of me. I was exhausted, but for some reason, I was also feeling confident and sexy.
Once I dried off, I carefully replaced the bandages around my damaged nails. They were still sore as hell, but at least the throbbing wasn’t as bad as it had been the day before.
I slipped into a short black lace nightgown and put on a matching floor-length robe. It had fluffy black feathers around the collar and wrists, and I couldn’t lie, I looked good as hell in it.
I oiled my body, sprayed on some smell-good, and picked up my phone to check the cameras. One of the security guards was stationed in the hallway between King’s bedroom and the guest room across from his.
I checked King’s camera first and found him knocked out in bed, then switched to the guest room and saw Summer sleeping just as peacefully. I smiled, closed my phone, tossed it onto the bed, and headed toward the kitchen because I was starving.
There wasn’t much food in the guesthouse, but I found strawberries and Cool Whip in the refrigerator. I rinsed the strawberries, grabbed a plate, and went to town dipping them into the Cool Whip.
Then I had the bright idea to add a little bubbly to the mix.
I walked over to the minibar, picked out one of the best bottles of champagne they had, and poured myself a glass before returning to the kitchen.
Once I got back to the island, I closed my eyes and slowly twisted my neck from side to side. It was still sore from fighting Ginger. I hadn’t been joking when I said I thought I pulled something.
I had managed to put on a front all day, but my back was on fire.
I leaned forward against the island, attempting to stretch it out.
“Damn.”
My eyes flew open.
I gasped and jumped in the middle of chewing, banging my knee against the island.
“Ow! Shit!”
Ozy laughed as he walked closer.
“My bad, love. I didn’t mean to scare you. I texted, but you never responded.”
I rubbed my knee while smiling a little. “Sorry. My phone is in the bedroom. I only came out here to get a snack.”
“No biggie. I was just trying to let you know I was on my way back.”
“Oh, okay.”
His eyes moved over me before returning to my face.
“How were King and Summer?”
“They were good. They’re both really good kids. Summer is smart as hell too. They had a good time at the pool.”
“That’s good.”
Silence fell between us again.
I watched him for a moment. “Your uncle... how is he?”
The amusement left his face. He slid both hands into the pockets of his sweatpants and lowered his head.
“He’s doing better. I’m a little pissed at him for not telling me he hadn’t been feeling well for the past couple of days. All this probably could’ve been avoided.” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck. “But seeing him laid out on that floor like that did something to me.”
I walked over and placed my hand on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry. That had to be really scary.”
He released a humorless chuckle. “Beyond scary, love.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen. “I hit PB up as soon as we got to the hospital, but he never called back.”
“Have you tried him again?”
“A few times.” He slid his phone back into his pocket, his eyebrows pulling together. “That’s weird as fuck. Lil’ bruh usually calls me right back.”
“Hopefully, he’s just been getting some rest.” I gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You want a drink?”
He nodded slowly. “I could definitely use one.”
“I got you. Something brown on the rocks?”
“That’ll work.”
I returned to the minibar and searched through the different bottles of liquor, champagne, and wine until I found the Hennessy. I poured some into a glass, added ice, and carried it over to him.
As soon as I handed him the glass, his eyes traveled down my body again.
“Why you got that on?”
I glanced down at myself. “What do you mean?”
I pulled the sides of my robe together and tied the belt around my waist.
He took a sip of his drink without removing his eyes from me. “Don’t get me wrong, you look good as hell. I’m just tryna figure out who you’re trying to look good for.”
“Well, excuse me. Maybe I wanted to look good for myself. I don’t have to look a mess just because I’m going to bed, do I?”
“Nah, you don’t.”
He took another sip while staring directly into my eyes.
I returned to the island and leaned against it. The movement sent another sharp pain through my back, making me wince. I twisted my bottom half from side to side, trying to stretch the soreness away.
Ozy set his glass down. I was surprised when his large hands landed on my lower back.
“This still bothering you?”
“It’s been throbbing a little. Every once in a while, I keep feeling sharp pains.”
“Here. Let me help you with that.”
“No, it’s cool. You don’t have to.”
“I got you, love.”
His hands began moving in slow circles against my lower back. He applied a little pressure at first, but the higher he moved, the deeper the massage became.
Small circles. Bigger circles. Then his knuckles pressed into the tight muscles, working through every knot he found.
When I tell you that shit felt like heaven on earth.
I looked at him over my shoulder, and our eyes locked.
“Damn, that feels good.”
“I know.”
I laughed softly. “You don’t know shit, genius.”
“I know what it’s doing to you. It’s making you relax, which is exactly what you need to do.”
His hands traveled up to my shoulders.
“Let all that tension go.”
I inhaled deeply before slowly exhaling. My shoulders dropped as his fingers continued working into them.
It felt amazing.
He repeated the process, moving from my shoulders back down to my lower back. By the time he finished, my entire body felt loose.
“Thank you.”
I turned around and leaned my back against the island before crossing my arms.
“I didn’t know you had magic fingers.”
“It’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
He reached around me for his glass, took another sip, and kept his eyes on mine the entire time.
Then, with one hand, he tugged the belt of my robe loose.
I looked up at him. “What are you doing?”
“Nobody told you to close it. I wanna see all of you.”
“I bet you do.”
I turned around and reached for another strawberry.
“You ain’t gon’ share?” he asked.
“You need to get your own.” I smirked.
“Man, I’m the one who bought the damn strawberries.”
I laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. Here, greedy ass.”
I dipped a strawberry into the Cool Whip and held it to his lips. He bit into it without looking away from me.
A little Cool Whip remained on his bottom lip, and he slowly licked it away.
“Here.”
He reached around me, grabbed another strawberry, and dipped it into the Cool Whip before feeding it to me. Some of the cream got on my lips.
He stepped closer.
“Let me get that.”
I placed my hand against his chest. “Déjà vu, huh? You did the same thing on my birthday with that cake at your video shoot. You need to come up with some new moves, playa.”
He laughed. “I don’t need no new moves. These still work.”
Before I could respond, he leaned in and slowly licked the Cool Whip from my lips. His eyes remained on mine as his teeth caught my bottom lip and gently pulled it.
Then he released me, picked up his cognac, and took another sip like nothing had happened.
I wiped my mouth with my index and middle fingers.
“Wow. You’re funny. You’re really on one tonight.”
His expression turned serious.
“I’m just at a point where I feel like life is too short. I might as well go for what I want, and I already told you I want you.” He set his glass down. “I’m not about to keep telling you. From here on out, I’m just gon’ show you.”
His hand circled my throat, tightening just enough to pull an unexpected moan from me. He nudged my feet apart with one of his and leaned forward, kissing me without saying another word.
My hands gripped his white tank top as the kiss intensified.
He grabbed me beneath my ass and lifted me, making me yelp before setting me on top of the island.
His eyes were filled with lust.
Actually, scratch that.
There was something else in them too. Something deeper that I couldn’t quite read.
His hands moved slowly up my legs, passing my knees and traveling along my thighs until they reached my hips. His fingers caught the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs before tossing them across the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathing heavily.
He smirked.
“You already know what I’m about to do. I’m about to eat you until you cry.” He gripped my thighs. “Spread them legs.”
I slowly opened my thighs.
Ozy grabbed my hips and pulled me toward the edge of the island. He licked his lips as his eyes moved between my legs.
Then he leaned forward and kissed me there.
My head fell back as he kissed me several more times before his tongue began working against me. He moved slowly at first, taking his time and making my body tremble. When his tongue pushed inside me, my fingers immediately tightened around the edge of the counter.
“Ozy...”
He groaned against me before working his way back up to my clit. His tongue moved faster, applying more pressure as two fingers slowly slipped inside me.
I threw my head back and braced myself on one forearm while my other hand rested on his head.
My eyes closed as I moaned his name, biting down on my bottom lip to keep from waking Oaklynn.
What he was doing felt better than anything I remembered and everything I had spent our time apart dreaming about.
His fingers curled inside me, making a come-here motion while his tongue continued moving against my pearl.
Before I knew it, my stomach tightened.
My hips began bucking as I rode his face. Ozy held tightly to my thighs, refusing to let me pull away.
“Ozy! Oh my God!”
My orgasm tore through me long and hard.
My entire body shook as I cried out his name. He didn’t stop until I had given him everything and my body slowly relaxed beneath his hands.
When he finally stood, I could barely open my eyes. I felt like I was floating somewhere in La La Land.
His beard was soaking wet.
Ozy looked at me before leaning forward and kissing me. Tasting myself on his tongue was the icing on the cake.
“Come here,” he whispered.
He helped me down from the island, but my legs were so damn wobbly that he had to hold my hand while leading me toward the couch.
Ozy sat down and looked up at me. His dick was standing at attention beneath his sweatpants.
He pushed his sweatpants and boxers down until both rested around his ankles.
“Sit on this dick,” he commanded, his voice low.
I walked toward him, biting my bottom lip. The robe was getting in the way, so I slid it from my shoulders and tossed it aside.
I lifted my nightgown and straddled him.
Reaching between us, I positioned him at my entrance and slowly lowered myself.
“Ssss...” I moaned, pausing as my body adjusted to him.
Ozy watched me intensely. When I finally sat all the way down, we both gasped.
I began rocking back and forth. His hands went to my ass, guiding my movements as I gripped the back of the couch on either side of his head for support.
We found a smooth rhythm together. It wasn’t too fast or too slow. It was just right.
He reached up, pulled one of my breasts free from my nightgown, and wrapped his lips around my nipple.
“Shit.”
My fingers slid behind his head as the pleasure sent me into a frenzy. I was damn near ready to cry from how good everything felt.
You could hear how wet I was beneath us and the pressure building inside me made me feel like I had to pee.
Ozy pulled away from my nipple and pressed his thumb against my clit.
That completely sent me over the edge.
My body jerked as I began squirting, but I kept riding him, rocking my hips harder.
He wrapped both arms around me and pulled my upper body against his chest, holding me in something close to a bear hug. His hips thrust upward to meet every downward motion of mine.
The pleasure became so intense that the tears I had been fighting finally escaped.
“Noree... shit,” he groaned, his voice low and deep against my ear.
I threw my head back, my mouth falling open into an O, but no sound came out.
Several minutes later, another orgasm began building. My stomach tightened, and my thighs started trembling.
“Oh... my... God. Ozy, I’m about to...”
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked down at him as he thrust into me harder and faster.
He leaned forward and kissed me.
My body tightened around him, and within seconds, we both came together, clinging to each other as the pleasure rolled through us.