Page 9 of Aug

EIGHT

Get up, Ti . August’s voice forced me awake.

Rehearsal had beaten me down to the bone, and rest was nearly the only thing on my mind.

However, I’d made plans to be with the Childers, and I wouldn’t miss them for the world.

Not only because they were currently my only social circle, but also because I didn’t want to miss this moment or the memories it would create.

I slid my phone from underneath the covers. Three rounds of vibration had pulled my eyelids apart four minutes prior. But I had yet to adjust my eyes to the bright screen. The blackout curtains had it pitch black in my place.

August’s name on the screen was no surprise. Four days had passed since our date and I was anxious for the next one. With Rome’s sister’s wedding approaching, there would hardly be any time in between events for Aug and I to get free time. But, once it was all over, I was promised a weekend away.

Get up, baby .

I’m awake.

Get up, Ti.

Chuckling, I tossed the covers off my body.

I planted my feet on the floor and steadied my phone to snap a photo.

I knew him well by now. Before reading his text, I knew exactly what it said.

He had become my personal alarm clock. He knew my schedule by heart.

There wasn’t a time I didn’t receive a wake-up text or call when I needed to be up and preparing for what was next.

I’m up, baby. Promise .

I miss you.

Then, come get me.

Don’t tempt me, because you know I will.

I’m kidding, babe. I’m going to shower and get dressed.

Don’t tease me.

Aroused, I gnawed on my bottom lip, wondering what to text next.

It’s yours, Aug. You can have it whenever you’re ready.

Say less.

I pressed my back against my bed and my cell to my chest. My legs swung wildly in the air.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! I think I’m in loooooooooove.”

Rome crossed my mind as the yelling concluded. Revealing I was falling head over heels for her security was on my list of things to do today. She’d manifested the connection and I was honored to tell her that it wasn’t a fluke.

August was the real deal. He was as good as it got. Everything I needed is everything he is. Everything I’ve ever needed . Even as a work in progress, he was a safer space than any man I’d experienced.

Up from the bed and on the tips of my toes, I spun in full circles until I reached the bathroom. Excitement cruised through my veins. I spent months in a coma after being poisoned by someone I considered a friend. I didn’t think I’d ever be in ballet positions again.

Yet, I was preparing to perform in the largest production the Huff Theater of Clarke had experienced and I was alongside the girl who’d made sure what happened to me never happened to another person.

She’d figured Aliza out. And, in return, Aliza committed herself to hell, where she belonged all along.

“Oh how God works.”

I started the shower and emptied my bladder. It was time to get the day started. Dinner with the Childers was in two hours. Tardiness was a sign of disrespect, and I had no intention of disrespecting The Madam today. She’d never let me hear the end of it.

The home was crawling with red. Roses coated the outside and spilled into the interior.

“Champagne, ma’am?”

“Yes, of course.”

My hands rounded the flute as I rounded the staircase.

“There she is!” Rome’s voice was the first I noticed.

“Pretty, pretty.” Royce followed.

“You look stunning,” Roaman complimented.

“Thank you.”

My body heated from the flames his irises ignited. I hadn’t laid eyes on him yet, but I knew that his were stuck to me like glue. The cool flute rested against my lips as I followed the girls to the dinner table that stretched the length of the enormous great room.

Crimson.

Scarlett.

Coral.

Carmine.

Chili.

Persian.

Cherry.

Candied apple.

Those were just a few of the shades of red surrounding me. Everyone’s fabrics were a different hue, but they all combined to make Roulette’s heart happy.

The handwritten place cards helped me find my place at the table without hassle.

I took my seat along with the others. Rehearsal for everyone had already ended.

Though I wasn’t in the wedding party, I was part of all the festivities.

Roulette wouldn’t allow me to sit anything out.

In fact, she forbid it. They’d welcomed me into their family and made sure that it wasn’t a time I felt like anything other than a member.

My eyes darted around the table, landing on long limbs and perfectly sculpted features. I inhaled deeply, trying to catch the breath that the man just a few chairs away from me had stolen.

Chemistry Childers .

His presence was magnetic. Monumental. Gravitational. Pivotal. Swaying. Enamoring. Disruptive.

God that man is special.

I pulled my gaze from his frame, hoping to regain control of my nervous system. I failed completely as I met August’s eyes.

God, please save me.

I was surrounded by men of every caliber except the useless ones. Except the penniless ones. Except the pointless ones. Except the grimy ones.

They reeked of wealth. And, they were all sporting bands that tied them to the women who didn’t stray too far from their waistlines. All except August. And, Koen.

It won’t be very long.

My heart said so. August was ready for what he was surrounded by. It was in a man’s nature. I’d been in the right place at the perfect time. Marriage for August was inevitable. My presence only sped up his timeline and made his search for love nonexistent.

I tucked my bottom lip into my mouth. The floodgates had opened. Witnessing his beauty broke the levees. I wouldn’t last very long in the panties held up by the crack of my behind.

“Well, I’ll start by thanking everyone for taking the time to join us for this joyous occasion. I doubt any of us thought we’d ever see this day,” Roulette chuckled, “But with dick like Israel’s, anything is possi–”

“Roulette–” Chemistry interrupted.

“Not today, Teddy. This is my shit.”

Sighing, Chemistry shook his head and tilted his glass in her direction.

He wasn’t alone. There were groans from everyone around the table.

“If y’all don’t want to be here, just say that,” Roulette fussed.

“Just spare us the details,” Range suggested.

“Mom is here–” Roaman reminded Roulette.

“She has seven children. Obviously Richie had some decent d–”

“Princess,” Israel chuckled, taking the drink in her hand. “I think we’ve had enough for the evening.”

“Baby, I’m serious.”

“Oh, I know,” he assured her.

The room roared in laughter. No one was ever prepared for what was to come out of Roulette’s mouth. I used the opportunity to stand and escort myself to the guest bathroom. My panties were drenched, and I would soon ruin the fabric of my dress. Ovulation was not on my side this evening.

My dampened thighs were kissed by the chill of the home. I followed the small signs with directions until I found the nearest bathroom. I reached the cozy nook underneath another staircase.

There were red hand towels, soap dispensers, mints, and toothpicks. The attention to detail was dreamy. It made me wonder how much thought and money had truly gone into the three-week-long event.

The handle of the door shook, startling me. I watched, hoping I’d secured the lock. It wasn’t long before I discovered I had, but it hardly mattered.

August pushed into the small space. Words failed him. Thoughts failed me. My body was hoisted into the air and planted on the counter.

“Au–”

“Shhhhh.”

He pressed a hand to my lips. Simultaneously, he pushed my dress upward and my panties to the side. He slid me closer to him as he fumbled with his pants. It wasn’t long before I felt his shaft against my center and his mouth on mine.

He penetrated me. Twice.

His tongue.

His pole.

“Auuuuggggg—”

“Shhhhhhh.”

He had far too much faith in me. I couldn’t keep quiet. It was impossible.

His lips left mine. They drew closer to my ear. His breathing was sporadic. They didn’t match his even, deep strokes.

“I’ve missed you, Ti,” he whimpered. “And my pussy.”

“Augussssst–”

“Everyone is going to know you’re getting fucked in this restroom if you don’t quiet down.”

“Auggg–”

“Ti–”

He pressed his arm against my mouth, encouraging me to release through a different outlet. I sank my teeth into his arm. His strokes intensified.

“Mmmmm.”

His eyes never left me. Mine never left him. The sound of our connection was so profound. It was impeccable. It was the greatest melody ever created.

“Fuck,” he grunted, lowly.

“Mmmmm.”

“I missed this shit.”

My body slid to the end of the counter, giving him unrestricted access to all of me. The back of my thighs and cheeks slapped against his skin. I closed my eyes as I felt the waves begin to pile in.

He removed his arm from my mouth and replaced it with his lips. One hand kept me steady as he plummeted into me. The other gripped the back of my neck, bringing me closer to him.

“August. August. Augggg?—”

“Fuck, Ti. Shit leaking.”

He loosened his grip around my neck and pushed my chest until my body was nearly flat against the counter. His thumb pressed into my clit, moving from side to side while sending me into oblivion.

I was pinned between him and the mirror behind me, giving me no room for movement. No room for escaping. I was trapped, but my orgasm gave me a sense of freedom. Liberation accompanied the wild ride his strokes were responsible for.

“August, please.”

“Please what, Ti?”

“Pleas– I’m cum– Auggg.”

The contractions began. My lids slammed together.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

I obliged. His features were so perfect. His strokes were so perfect.

“Shit,” he growled.

My secretion was generous. My thighs and his groin area were ruined. The contractions managed to extract August’s semen from the head of his missile.

His body stiffened but continued plunging into my soaking wet slit. His head fell onto my chest. His hands tightened around my waist. And, just like that, we both lost ourselves in each other.