“I’m not kidding. I thought… I thought I saw him—”
“Syd.” Nate shifts, presses to my back, and his cock sinks deeper inside my ass. I moan brokenly, my train of thought derailed. “It wasn’t him.”
“You… don’t know that.” I press back, and that changes the angle of West’s cock in my pussy and we both groan. “Shit.”
“Kash… isn’t here.” West’s hips jack up, his cock stretching me, sliding in and out of me, burning me so good. “Fuck…”
We’re rocking together now, the three of us, faster, desperate for release. Nate puts one arm around me, over my stomach, bending over me, West writhes on the bed, caught under us, his cock swelling more and jerking, leaking heat so deep inside me I hiss and squirm.
“Oh my…” I can’t breathe. My core clenches so hard I cry out, my pussy pulsing around West’s thickness, Nate’s dick twitching in response. “Oh God… Please.”
“Give it to me, girl.” West slips a hand between my legs, finding my swollen clit and flicking at it, massaging it. ?
??Come with me.”
Nate growls at my back, his cock impossibly big, touching me in places that spark and crackle, making my pussy contract so hard I think I’ll break in two.
It’s like a dam breaks inside me, the pleasure flooding me until I can’t contain it. I flail and convulse and thrash, and West curses and lets go, spilling and spilling until my pussy overflows.
“Ah fuck…” Nate pulls me back, against his chest, bites into the juncture between my neck and shoulder and comes, cock jerking and shooting hot cum. I feel all of it, and aftershocks of pleasure roll through me, getting my pussy to clench again around West’s still half-hard cock.
He moans and shudders and grabs my hips again, this time to still them. “You trying to kill me, girl?” I swear he’s hardening again inside me. “Holy shit.”
Laughing breathlessly, I lean back against Nate. His arm around me is the only thing holding me upright. “We still have to talk.”
“About Kash appearing to you like Jesus?”
“No.” I slap at his chest. “About you.”
But we don’t.
Know why? Because my mom is back in town.
And how do I know that? Because she frigging calls me after years of being away, years of not replying to my calls or sending a text back to let me know she’s alive.
It’s ironic how the one person I’d given up on, the one I was sure had ended up in a ditch somewhere is here—and the one person I can’t give up on, the one I keep seeing in front of me even if he’s not here, hasn’t returned.
“Where are you, Mom?” I ask, turning away from my colleagues in the university admin office, my voice trembling. “Are you all right?
“Where I am? Where are you? I went home, and you weren’t there. Someone else lives in our apartment! How could you?”
“Me?” I’m too shaken to muster up any anger, but still. “I had to go, Mom. I had no money to pay the rent, and I didn’t want to be alone. You left me alone.”
She sighs as if I’m being difficult. “Oh, baby.”
My eyes feel hot. I may be already crying. I swallow hard. “Are you in town?”
“Yes, but I’m leaving tomorrow. No reason to stay.”
“No reason? I am here!” My voice breaks. I cover my mouth, shoot out of my seat and run out of the office, letting the door slam behind me. I pace the hallway outside. “You don’t even want to see me after all these years?”
“Oh, honey. You moved on with your life, like I did with mine.”
“You left three years ago, Mom. Three years! Of course I moved on. I had to. But please…” I struggle for composure. “Please, Mom, don’t go.”
The pause that follows seems to drag for centuries.
“Let’s meet, then,” she says. “Tonight. Where shall we go?”