Page 10 of Loving a Libra (BLP Signs of Love #7)

By the time we made it to my unit, I’d decided that Devyn was indeed drunk and made a mental note to revisit the conversation we’d just had.

She began babbling about things she wanted me to do to her body, and while they all made my dick hard, if I did any of the things she mentioned, I wanted her to be sober.

I thought it would be easier for us to shower together, but it was more challenging than I thought. Devyn kept grabbing my dick, which didn’t help the erection I already had, but eventually, I got us both clean. Once I finally had her tucked, she was asleep within minutes.

I wasn’t tired, so I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a tall glass of milk and found some old Black sitcom episodes to watch. A few hours later, my sandwich and glass of milk long gone, a knock at the door woke me up.

After stretching and yawning, I looked at the time on my phone and wondered who was at my door at midnight. Before going to see who it was, I remembered Devyn was asleep in my bed and hoped it wasn’t Maurice. Just in case, I closed the door to my bedroom.

“Wassup?” I asked when I saw Maurice.

“You heard from or seen Devyn today?”

“Nah. Wassup?”

“She’s not here, and I was wondering if she mentioned picking up a shift tonight.”

“Why don’t you call or text her to be sure?”

“She never answers her phone or responds to texts while on the clock.”

Maybe not from you, but I don’t get that kind of treatment.

“Really? Well, I’m sure she’s at work. Where else would she be at this time of night?”

He nodded in agreement. “True. She probably told me, and I wasn’t listening. That happens a lot.”

“You should try paying more attention to your woman. It’ll keep you from coming to me trying to find out where she is at midnight.”

“Oh, you got jokes.” He nodded with a smug look on his face. “It’s cool, though. I’ll send her a text, and maybe she’ll hit me up on her break. I’m pissed because I passed up hooking up with a shorty tonight to come home, and her ass ain’t even here.”

“Communication is key, bruh. You should work on that. We can connect tomorrow. I’m about to knock out.”

“Later,” he said before turning to go into his unit.

I closed the door as I shook my head. Some niggas never learned, and Maurice was undoubtedly one of them. He proved to me repeatedly why he didn’t deserve Devyn. I had no regrets about my relationship with her, but Maurice’s behavior made me wish I’d made my move sooner.

Early the next morning, I felt something moist around my semi-hard dick.

I was groggy, but it only took half a second for my mind and dick to be on one accord.

I looked down, and with the light seeping in around the shades, I saw Devyn’s head bobbing up and down.

The sight of her mouth gliding up and down my dick had me hard as a brick immediately.

“Suck that shit, baby.”

I slid my fingers through Devyn’s hair and palmed her head. When she began to go too fast, I slowed her down, fucking her mouth.

“Mmm,” she moaned over and over.

The vibrations in her throat caused my nut to make an early appearance. I barely had time to warn her.

“Dev—shit! I’m about to—there it go, baby. Swallow that shit.”

She continued to suck after my nut filled her mouth, and my dick was too sensitive for her to be playing with me like that. I twisted my body, and luckily, my dick popped out of her mouth before I screamed like a bitch.

When she looked up, she wore a sexy smile. She thought shit was sweet until I grabbed her, flipped her over, and slipped my still hard dick into her juicy pussy. As soon as her walls tightened around me, I was catapulted to heaven.

“Damn!” I said through clenched teeth.

Whoever said all pussy was the same was a damn lie. I believed that shit up until I experienced the gold mine between Devyn’s legs. Maurice had to be crazy for cheating on someone whose pussy felt this good.

My strokes went from fast and hard to slow and gentle. Each time I felt my nut creeping its way up, I willed it away. Devyn went from pleading with me to slow down to begging me to speed up. One second, she wanted it rough, and the next, she wanted it soft.

Her pussy already had my dick in a vice grip, and when it began to contract, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

My growls clashed with her screams as we climaxed together.

I couldn’t wait to start every morning like this.

I rolled onto the bed before I collapsed on top of her.

Our breathing was heavy and in sync, and neither of us spoke for a few minutes.

“Should I expect this kind of treatment every morning?”

She giggled. “That depends on a few things, but we can discuss that later.”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I have in months . . . Hell, maybe even years.”

“That’s good to hear. You asked me to do all kinds of freaky things to your body, but fell asleep seconds after your head hit the pillow.”

“I have no idea what I said, but I meant that shit. I want you to do it all, and don’t leave a thing out.”

I’d been looking at the ceiling and turned my head to look at her.

“You sure about that? Whips, chains, rope, and handcuffs were among some of the items you mentioned.”

“Damn! I need to find out from Ginae what kind of wine that was and make sure I keep it in stock.”

She rolled over and grabbed her purse from the nightstand. After digging around for a few seconds, she retrieved her phone and returned her purse to the nightstand. She entered a passcode and focused on the screen.

“Maurice thought I worked last night.”

“I know. He knocked on my door around midnight, asking if I’d seen or talked to you.”

She smacked her lips. “I gather you didn’t tell him I was in your bed.”

“Nah, but I was tempted to. Every day, he proves he doesn’t deserve you.”

“I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to catch on, but I’m hip to his ass now. He sent Ginae a message looking for me, too. He’s never been that pressed to know my whereabouts.”

“He probably senses something is off between you, and it has him on high alert.”

“If he magically turned into the perfect man, it wouldn’t move me one way or the other.

The thought of him disgusts me. I can’t wait until the realtor calls me back to let me know what the current owners decided and give me a closing date.

I’ll fuck around and leave everything and buy all new shit. ”

Our offer on the house was accepted fairly quickly. Once the mortgage was secured, a few issues arose during the inspection. We were waiting to see if the current owners would agree to reduce the asking price by five grand or have the issues fixed.

“That’s a little extreme, but if you want to start from scratch, I got you.”

She looked at me with a questioning gaze. “Really?”

“Without a doubt. We can go shopping for clothes and furniture today if you want.”

“I don’t want either of us to have to spend unnecessary money. I have to work the next three days anyway. Going shopping is out of the question.”

“That’s right. It slipped my mind. Don’t worry about how I spend my money. Whenever you’re ready, just let me know, and I’ll clear my schedule for an all-day shopping spree. We can’t wait too long, because we should have a closing date soon.”

She gasped. “The realtor just texted me. The owners agreed to the terms, and the closing is tomorrow at ten. I can’t believe it’s about to happen.”

“Congratulations, baby.”

“Thank you, but I didn’t do this alone. Thank you for everything you did to make this happen.”

“This is all you.”

“Well, if you don’t have anywhere you need to be, let’s celebrate.”

“I know just how I want to start our celebration. Open your legs so I can have my breakfast.”

“It’s good to see you again. Come in,” my mother greeted Devyn as I stood behind her.

We entered my parents’ home and followed my mother into the living room, where my father was waiting in his recliner. Devyn and I sat on the couch, and my mother sat on the love seat.

“Let me start by saying this,” Ma began. “We’ve been around you enough to know you’re a good person. However, since my son has informed us that you two are in love, we want to hear your side of the story. How is it that you fell in love with our son when you’re in a relationship with Maurice?”

“You just cut right to the chase,” Devyn said, followed by a nervous laugh.

“There’s no reason to beat around the bush. Dinner is ready, baby girl, and we’re hungry,” Pops said with a smile, which helped Devyn to relax.

“In that case, it won’t be a long story.

Tariq and I were cool, then he became a good friend and confidant.

When I didn’t want to bother my best friend about my problems with Maurice, Tariq was my go-to.

Ginae can’t stand Maurice, so her advice was always to let him go.

Tariq listened without being judgmental, and I appreciated that.

When Maurice was out doing his thing, we spent a lot of time together, and naturally, we became close.

It was all innocent, and no lines were ever crossed.

I started to look forward to our game nights, cooking nights, and movie nights.

Everything I should’ve done with Maurice, outside of sex, I did with Tariq, and . . .”

“You fell in love,” Ma finished for her.

“Yes. At some point, I preferred being with Tariq more than I did with Maurice. I should’ve realized it then, but I was probably in denial. Mama Kia, Mr. Vince, this ain’t just about revenge. I would never use Tariq like that. I want a future with him, and I hope we have your blessing.”

“You got my vote. Let’s go eat,” Pops said, standing and heading toward the kitchen.

“Will I get some grandbabies out of this?” Ma asked.

“If God sees fit.”

“Amen to that. Welcome to the family.”

My mother stood, welcoming Devyn into her arms. Devyn almost ran to her, and they exchanged a warm embrace. We eventually followed my father into the kitchen, and while she washed her hands at the kitchen sink, I slipped my arms around her from behind and kissed her neck.

“I told you not to worry.”