Taeja

39. Chapter 39

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She was leaving her room with Liyah by her side when they saw Ebony. Liyah tensed, causing Taeja to remember Liyah mentioning Ebony’s behavior in their classes. Scowling, Taeja said, “Liyah, ignore the campus mattress. Her front and batty fuck out like fiwi.”

“ Unlike fiwi,” Liyah corrected.

Taeja’s eyes widened. “Yes! Dat mi mean!” Filled with embarrassment, she grabbed Liyah’s hand and took brisk steps out of the university loft. After she settled in the passenger seat of her car, she said to Liyah, “Yafi go start pay me ino. I’m your personal waxer at this point.”

Liyah scoffed as she drove off toward Mason’s house. “I’ve been driving you around since you got back your car. Saving both of our lives from another one of your accidents is more than enough payment.”

Taeja chuckled before they had an idle chat until they arrived at Mason’s house. After they got prepped, Taeja pulled up a chair close to the bed and twirled the wax onto a stick while Liyah made herself comfortable on the bed. “Did you get the ring?”

“Not yet. I have a doctor’s appointment scheduled soon,” Liyah answered. “Me never know seh a so living with man means frequent sex. Girl, last night him put mi pon waa position deh. Mek mi show yu—” Butt-naked save for a bra, Liyah got up and grabbed a pillow. “He was over me like this, and both my feet were behind my ear like this. I could see his dick going in and out of me and girl ! ”

Taeja laughed while Liyah humped the pillow. “Nice, don’t?”

“Nicer than nice!” Liyah lay down and opened her legs.

Taeja applied the first layer. “I hope this birth control doesn’t make you sick like the rest of them do.”

Liyah sighed. “I wish I was lucky like you. I know you must be having some good sex.”

Taeja blushed as she remembered the intimate moments between her and her guys over the past two weeks. “Yes,” she admitted. “With them, every time is better than the last.”

“As it should be! Tell me more. You must be tired of my sex life now,” Liyah joked, and Taeja chuckled.

“Damon talks me through it. The other day we had slow sex to some of Kirone’s songs, and I could barely remember my name after Damon got done with me. It was magical. Since then, I want to live in his skin.”

“Watch babymaking! Hurry and done wax mi, so me can go buy things for the baby shower.”

Taeja burst out laughing. “Gweh nuh! No sperm nuh badder than my implant and Miss Charm prayers!”

“And how about the madman?”

“He doesn’t really talk during it, but before that? Mi wet right up! Zain says the sexiest things and he always backs up his words.”

“You know what they say about dreadheads…” Liyah teased, and Taeja blushed.

“Can I tell you something, though? And please don’t judge me?”

“Tae, why would I judge you? My pussy is literally in your face right now, and I’ve cleaned your drunk vomit several times.”

Taeja winced at the memory. “Why did you have to remind me? Anyways, with Zain, he’s rough when we have sex. And you know how when the dick hits your cervix it hurts? For some reason, I like the pain he makes me feel. Especially when him tie me up, choke me, and box mi.”

“He slaps you?”

Taeja stopped waxing to gauge Liyah’s expression while nodding slowly. “Sometimes… Is something wrong with me? ”

Liyah shook her head. “Lots of people are into that stuff. As long as you’re both enjoying it, I don’t see anything wrong.”

Taeja exhaled a quiet breath. “He told me not to be ashamed of what we do, but sometimes when that high wears off and I look back at what we did, I feel dirty. Well, I’m not sure if dirty is the right word to use, but I feel a way that I actually enjoy those things being done to me.”

“I get what you’re saying, and maybe it’s because you’re used to always demanding what you want, so what you’re feeling is your way of adapting to completely submitting to a pers—” Liyah paused as the room door opened.

Mason’s mouth dropped. “What the hell?”

Liyah winked. “She’s prepping your meal.”

“I’m going to… go downstairs and pretend I didn’t see this.”

“Mason, wait!” Taeja exclaimed, and Mason paused shutting the door to look over his shoulder. “Did you tell the basketball team and all your friends to tell their friends about playing the beta version of Damon’s game?”

Mason nodded. “I told everyone, and I love it.”

Liyah rolled her eyes. “That’s all he does when he’s not at practice or in me.”

Mason’s eyes drifted to where Taeja’s hands were. “I’ll be downstairs…” He hurried out of the room.

The door closed and Liyah looked at Taeja while laughing. “I think we traumatized my fiancé.”

Taeja chuckled and continued. “He knows I wax you. I don’t know why he’s being so extra just because it’s his first time seeing it.”

“True,” Liyah agreed. “Anyways, back to daddy and zaddy.”

“I’m not crazy for liking to be called baby this minute and slut the next?” Taeja asked. This was what she’d always wanted. Now that she did, her feelings were in a twist.

“They give you different things you crave, and you cater to them by doing the same. Stop overthinking. You’re not crazy.”

“Okay… Thanks, Liyah.”

“Always here for you.” Liyah smiled. “Do you know what we should do one day? A double date! ”

“Zain won’t be up for it, but Damon will.”

“Tell him!” Liyah urged, and Taeja promised she would.

After she was done, she spent a few hours studying and chilling before returning to her loft. It was nice to live alone, but Taeja would be lying if she said she didn’t miss having her men around.

She missed playing video games with Damon on his day off, and hearing the click of his keyboard whenever he was at his second job…

She missed smelling Zain cooking up a storm in the kitchen, and being by his side while he worked on his bike…

It was a good thing she’d be seeing them tomorrow.

Twirling her key in her hand, she raised a brow at a huge box before her door. “What is this?” Taeja wondered, eyeing the label addressed to her. “After me nuh order nun.” She opened the door and, after struggling to bring it inside, she unboxed it.

Taeja gasped, her face brightening at a brown life-size teddy bear. A note was tucked behind its ear: ‘Sweet dreams, Taeja.’

“ Aww ,” Taeja swooned, her cheeks stinging from her smile. “Me love him!”

Smiling, she grabbed her phone that was beside her on the floor. She video-called Zain, and his sweaty face filled the screen seconds later. “Sor—” She cleared her throat. “Are you still at work?” she asked, and Zain nodded. “I’ll call you lat—”

“I’m never too busy for you.”

Taeja smiled. Shuffling about, she laid on the plush bear. “Look what I got.”

The corner of his mouth quirked upward. “What’s that?”

“A gift from one of the world’s best boyfriends!” Taeja exclaimed, and Zain chuckled, making her smile widen. “Thank you so much! I love it!”

“You’re welcome, Taeja.”

“Okay! Get back to work. I’m going to bed because I have to be up early. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Zain nodded and hung up.

Taeja squealed before standing. She dragged the stuffed animal to her lavender-painted bedroom. “I’m going to call you… KT,” Taeja said while lifting it onto the bed. Pulling back with a huff, she grinned at her handiwork.

KT occupied most of the space on the queen-sized bed, but Taeja didn’t let it bother her. She was too exhilarated at how thoughtful her guys were.

She was sure she’d sleep like a baby tonight…

And that , she did.

She had left work a few minutes ago and was heading to Damon’s house. Damon left the office earlier than she did today, so she was happy to be going home to him for a change. Kirone Tyke’s latest release blared through the car’s speakers, pausing as a call came in.

“Evening, my child. Where are you?” Miss Charm asked.

“I’m on my way home. A wahm?” Taeja asked.

“Sum nuh sit right with my spirit. Can you pull over so I can pray for you?”

Taeja glanced in the rearview mirror. Traffic stretched as far as the eyes could see on both sides of her. She was in one of the fast lanes. She couldn’t pull over onto the soft shoulder. “I’m in traffic. I think there’s an accident up ahead because I haven’t moved in fifteen minutes.” Taeja squinted at the rows of vehicles in front of her.

“Alright. Power off the car and let me pray for you.”

Taeja smiled, having gone through this several times before. She followed suit and closed her eyes, listening as Miss Charm prayed over her.

“Father God in heaven I come to you on bending knees asking you to cover my daughter under your blood, dear Lord. Whatever evil that is lurking that we might not see, I ask you to bind it and cast it away, oh God. She is a far way from home, and I beg you to shine your light and guide her home safely now and forevermore. These and other mercies we ask of you, in Jesus’ name we pray…”

“Amen.” Taeja wiped below her eyes. “I love you, Miss Charm.”

“I love you too, my child,” Miss Charm said, and Taeja smiled. “How have your first three weeks of college been?” Miss Charm asked.

“Good,” Taeja answered, trying to forget that one of her old flings worked at the school now. Taeja had started taking the long way to class so she wouldn’t accidentally bump into him again.

“That’s good,” Miss Charm said. “And how are you juggling it with work and church?”

Taeja powered on her car as traffic inched forward. “I haven’t been…”

“Remember, we spoke about you managing your time more wisely?”

“How can I forget how you and Cassedi ganged up on me?”

“We want what’s best for you, but I understand that your schedule is packed. I hope you can visit me while you’re here this weekend. Owen gave me ingredients to make some banana puddings for Dee because she’s craving them. I know she can’t eat all of them, so I want you to have one.”

Taeja smiled at the mention of Dijonae. She was elated that everything worked out for them in the end, especially for herself and Zain. She was unsure how she’d live with herself if he went away and didn’t return to her and Damon.

“I’ll see if I can come by after work tomorrow,” Taeja promised.

“Alright. Bye, my child. Focus on driving. Let me know when you’re home.”

Taeja smiled as she ended the call. Kirone’s deep, sultry voice filled the silence until Taeja was home.

Damon sat in the living room, watching television while chewing chips. He rested the bag aside and called her over. He pulled her onto him, showering her face and neck with kisses. “How was work today?”

“Good. You?”

“Tiring.”

Taeja frowned. “Do you want a massage to help you sleep?”

He shook his head. “I want to bring you out to dinner.”

“But you’re tired—”

He motioned his head toward the mug on the table. “Nothing coffee can’t fix. Go get ready.”

“Okay.” She went upstairs to their bedroom, smiling when she saw a new dress on the bed with heels and jewelry. “One thing with Damon? Him ago dress me up when we a go out.” Laughing, she went into the shower and had a quick one. While getting dressed, Damon entered the room .

“You don’t have to wear underwear,” Damon said before walking into the closet.

Taeja rolled her eyes. “I’m wearing them. You have no behavior, and mi doh waa yu grab up mi front ina the people dem restaurant.”

He laughed. “I haven’t touched you in a week. Suppose I want easy access?”

“Mi naa listen to yu.”

“I won’t be listening to you either when you need help to study.” He peeked his head out and smirked.

Taeja gasped and slipped it off. “I hate you, Damon,” she hissed, and he grinned. She rolled her eyes, knowing she needed his help to finish the semester. Why did she even take all honors classes? The workload was intense. But surely, with Damon’s help, she’d pass with flying colors — just like her last test.

Entering the bedroom with his tie thrown over his shoulder, he smirked. “You love me like cooked food.”

She chuckled as he stopped before her. Fixing his tie, she said, “You think you’re Jamaican, huh?”

“I am by association.”

Finished with his tie, she laughed and walked away. “Where’s Zain?”

“He’s with our mom. You’ll most likely see him tomorrow,” Damon said before leaving the room.

Taeja finished getting dressed, then joined Damon downstairs. They hopped in one of his cars, and he drove them to the semi-circle-shaped hotel.

Taeja’s mouth dropped. “No way!”

He chuckled. “Surprise!”

“How did you know I want to come here?” she asked, teary-eyed as she looked at him.

“I saw how you were looking at it that day in my office. I made reservations as soon as they started accepting them,” he said, and she couldn’t resist the urge to reach over and kiss him.

“I love this, Damon! Thanks, I appreciate it.”

He smiled. “I want you to feel appreciated. I’ll get the door for you.”

Taeja nodded and watched with a smile as he jogged around the car, then opened her door. They went inside and were led to the restaurant. It was beautiful and elegant. Dinner was delectable, and they enjoyed it over chat.

Looking down at her glass of water, Taeja sighed. “My birthday needs to hurry and come so I can drink publicly with you guys.”

Damon snickered. “Do you wish you were at the other restaurant so they could sneak you a drink?”

Taeja nodded. “Yes.”

“Let’s go then,” Damon said, calling over their server to pay for their meal.

Afterward, he drove them to Andrew’s friend’s restaurant, and they got the same table as last time. They chatted and laughed over two bottles of wine; it was a miracle they weren’t too drunk to drive home.

Especially because the alcohol went straight to their hormones.

They stumbled into the house, tripping over each other as they fought to take each other’s clothes off.

Taeja broke the kiss to pant, “Upstairs is too far.”

“Who said anything about upstairs?” Damon bent her over the couch.

She giggled. “New couch?”

“New couch,” he answered as he slid inside her.

“Mm, faster, daddy,” she moaned, meeting Damon’s long strokes. The piercing rubbed against her walls at such a fast pace that she was sure she’d come soon.

“Ride me,” Damon said, pulling out and laying on the floor.

Taeja stumbled over her feet, wishing she’d taken her heels off, but she couldn’t bother with doing it now. Straddling him, she rubbed her pussy along his length.

“Baby,” Damon groaned.

Giggling, she stopped rubbing herself on him and turned around. Gripping his dick, she found her entrance and eased the tip inside her. “ Oh .”

He rubbed her ass as she gripped his ankles and rode him. “You look so good from the back, baby. You’re going to make me come quick.”

“You’re gonna make me come quick,” Taeja countered, rolling her hips and enjoying how his piercing grazed her.

Something tapped against the floor. Taeja was in such a sex-induced haze that she brushed it off .

Until she saw Zain step into her field of vision.

“Zain—” She gasped, tightening her grip around Damon’s ankles when his dick hit her cervix.

“Don’t mind me.” Zain smirked as he took a seat. “Continue. Fuck him.”

Damon’s hands gripped her waist, thrusting into her from beneath.

“Za… D-Damon!” she exclaimed, throwing her head back as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. This orgasm took her by surprise, but she’d be damned if she didn’t say she loved it.

How her legs shook.

How her hairs pricked her skin.

How Damon kept her in place.

How Zain watched her.

She didn’t know if this was heaven or hell, but she never wanted to leave.

She released a short breath as she came down from her high. Her eyes opened to meet Zain’s. “I want you.”

Zain licked his lips and stood. “I’ll be back.”

She nodded, watching as he walked out of the room.

Damon tapped her ass. “Turn around.”

She obeyed him.

Damon pulled her forward. Her breasts pressed against his chest as his lips found hers. She wasn’t sure how long they kissed while his dick throbbed inside her, but it was long enough for Zain to settle behind her.

“Spread her ass,” Zain said.

Not breaking the kiss, Damon grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide. Blushing, Taeja broke the kiss and buried her face in the crook of Damon’s neck. She had never taken the two of them like this before. She was excited and scared of what would happen.

Zain inserted two lubed fingers inside her ass, slowly scissoring and thrusting them in and out.

“Are you okay, baby?” Damon asked, his fingers gently stroking her lower back.

Taeja nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

“Look at me. ”

Taeja pulled back to look into his eyes. His eyes were hooded and shining with compassion while his brother played in her ass.

“Kiss me,” Damon said, and Taeja pressed her lips on his.

She could never deny him.

Them.

In this life or the next.

Not that she ever wanted to. She loved being perfect for them.

Zain removed his fingers, replacing it with his dick against her asshole. Damon slipped his tongue inside her mouth, kissing her and making her lips and entire body tingle. She was grateful for the distraction as Zain inched his dick inside her. The initial sting of pain was never something she’d get used to no matter how many times he fucked her in the ass.

Zain settled himself in Taeja’s ass. It wasn’t all of his length, but she still felt stuffed. Damon released her ass and broke the kiss.

“Don’t move,” Zain said. “We don’t want to hurt you.”

Taeja nodded as Damon’s hands settled on her waist.

Zain gently squeezed her ass. “Now relax and let us fuck you.”

Her clit throbbed, and she pulled her lip between her teeth. “Okay.”

Damon smirked and started thrusting into her pussy. Seconds later, Zain started moving, too.

She felt so full. More than she’d ever been before. “Oh, God,” she moaned.

Zain’s hand snaked around her neck, tightly squeezing it. “Zain and Damon.”

“Faster,” she begged.

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Damon answered, slowly thrusting up inside her.

The way his piercing was hitting her at just the right angle in this position was something else…

Her pussy had never dripped like this before. She could hear how wet she was as Damon took her. And how heavy breathing filled the air.

Their dicks moving in and out of her were sending her into a frenzy.

Her entire body was in overdrive, her second orgasm was already building inside her. “I’m gonna—”

“Come for us, baby,” Damon coaxed.

“I want to,” she said, feeling the tension snap and her pussy quiver as her climax took control. She screamed both their names, her body shaking and not daring to stop until that burst of pleasure passed.

Spent, she dropped flat onto Damon. She thought they would’ve pulled out, but they didn’t.

Fuck. They didn’t come yet.

“Make her lie down,” Zain said.

Damon nodded as Zain pulled out of her. Damon didn’t pull out, so his dick moved inside her as he set her on her side. The coldness of the tile was nothing compared to how hot she was. Zain put her leg over Damon’s thigh, opening her wider for them. Zain worked himself inside her ass again.

“Damn,” Damon hissed, his thrusts growing sloppy. “Keep doing that, baby.”

Taeja tightened her walls around him, drawing his orgasm nearer. “Come inside me, Damon,” she coaxed.

“You… minx,” Damon hissed, giving her hard, quick thrusts until he came deep inside her pussy.

Pulling out, Damon shuffled around and captured one of her breasts in his mouth while his fingers found her clit, slowly stimulating it. She shut her eyes and threw her head back, loud moans escaping her mouth.

Zain leaned forward and kissed her neck. “You like getting fucked in your ass?” he drawled into her ear.

Taeja’s body trembled. Did his voice always sound this deep?

“Yes, Zain,” she confessed. “I do.”

“Can I go faster?”

“You don’t need permission. Fuck me how you want to. I’m yours.”

Zain smirked against her skin and started fucking her faster. It hurt and felt great at the same time — that nasty little thing she loved.

Damon’s mouth around her nipples built another wave of pleasure inside her. She was still baffled that she could experience nipple orgasms just from this man’s talented mouth alone.

Zain’s thrusts slowed to hard, long pounds. Her anal walls throbbed as he came inside her with a long hiss .

Damon thrust a finger inside her pussy, working his cum further inside while she was pushed to her final orgasm. He released her nipple from his mouth at the same time Zain pulled out of her ass.

Taeja muttered something incoherent while rolling over onto her back. Cum dripped from both her holes.

Zain stood, quickly slipping his shorts on.

Damon leaned up on his elbow, brushing back her hair. He kissed her forehead. “You were amazing.”

“You were, too.” She smiled weakly. “The both of you.”

“Do you want us to clean you now?” Damon asked.

Taeja closed her eyes as Zain left the room. “I’ll do it…”

“Baby.”

“I’ll do it,” she stated firmly, reopening her eyes as footsteps came back into the room. She stared at Zain as he knelt on her other side, offering her a bottle of water. Licking her lips, Taeja allowed him to help her up and feed her. After Zain moved the bottle from Taeja’s mouth and set it aside, she looked at Damon as he slipped his boxers on.

“Is it okay if we bring you to the room?” Damon asked, and she nodded while Zain took her heels off.

She put her arms in the air, and Damon took her into his hold. Zain followed behind them into his bedroom.

Damon placed her on her feet inside the room. He took her hands in his, trailing his thumbs along her knuckles. “We’ll be on the other side of the door. We love you,” he said, kissing her before she could reply.

Taeja watched as Damon left the room, and Zain stared at her from the threshold he leaned against. His expression was unreadable. He walked forward and stopped before her. She sucked in a breath as he moved his hands. Zain freed his locs from the tie, and as it moved in Taeja’s line of sight, she realized it was lavender colored. He slipped it onto her wrist, gave her another unreadable expression, then left.

She limped toward the bathroom. Both her holes stung with every step she took, and cum crawled down her inner thighs. She prepped herself a bath .

As the warm water filled the tub, Taeja glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup was ruined, tear streaks ran down her cheeks, and her skin looked brighter.

She turned around and bent over.

Her eyes widened, and she straightened herself. “Never look at myself after getting fucked in the ass. Got it.”

She grabbed her bottle of lavender oil and poured a considerable amount into the bath. She slipped Zain’s hair tie off her wrist and used it to fix her hair into a messy high bun before lowering herself into the tub. “Whew…” she breathed, willing the warm water to relax her sore muscles.

Bringing her knees up to her chest, she tightly wrapped her arms around them. Her eyes struggled to remain open as she stared at a soap bubble.

Taeja’s throat tightened. “What’s wrong with me?” she asked herself, biting into her trembling lips as sobs rocked her body. She weakened as negative thoughts slammed into her over and over.

Disappointment.

Worthless.

Failure.

Maybe the twins knew this would happen. That was why they left her alone.

Like every other man did.

Of course, she wasn’t enough for them. She never was, and she never would be.

Angrily wiping the back of her hand across her eyes, Taeja hissed as soap got into her eye. It stung, but she didn’t care to reach for her towel that rested on the side of the bath.

Taeja didn’t have the energy to do anything that wasn’t loathing herself or indulging in self-pity. She couldn’t even save herself as fatigue made the burden too heavy, causing her to lose control over her limbs and allow her body to sink.