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Kept placed the video monitor on the dresser so that we could see and hear the girls if they needed us. We each gave them kisses on the cheek, then we headed to the primary bedroom.

“What could you see doing to this place?” he asked as he stripped off his color-blocked polo.

“On the exterior, I could see touching up the white paint, giving it a fresh coat and adding blue shutters. Like, a deep, rich blue. I could also see switching it and painting the exterior a deep, rich blue to match the lake. Then adding pristine, white shutters.”

“Okay.” He chuckled. “In the short time you’ve been here, you’ve really thought about this.”

“I have. I really like this house.” I paused. “But I definitely agree with your concerns about Destin and the proximity of the lake. Maybe fix it up and sell it? Keep it as a place for your family members to stay so they don’t have to stay with you.” I shrugged my shoulders.

His eyes lit up as he approached me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. “Say word. That would be the shit. Butit’s kinda far if they’re truly coming to see me.” He kissed my lips. “I’m about to take a shower. Don’t fall asleep.”

“I won’t,” I assured him. “I had a little cat nap with the girls. I’m wide awake. I’m about to play on my phone. When you get out,” I eyed him in what I hoped was a seductive manner, “I’mma help you reduce some stress.”

He bit his bottom lip as he regarded me. “Bet.”

I awoke to a very distinct sensory experience—the stimulation of my clit by a warm and wet tongue. I peeled my eyes open slowly, my gaze finding Kept’s.

He stopped long enough to utter, “Hey.” Then he grinned, and his smile was like the sunrise he loved to watch so much every morning, bright and beautiful.

I couldn’t help grinning back at him.

He dipped his head back down between my legs and gave my vagina a long, slow lick. His mouth was paradise, teasing my sensitive clit as he ate me thoroughly. He took his time with me, gently coaxing me to a fevered pitch. He kept changing the angle of his head to prevent me from getting where I was trying to go. So, my hands moved to his head to hold him steady.

“I’m so close.” The whimper was soft, but the room was quiet, so I knew he heard me. Finally, I got tired of his teasing and denial. I clamped my thighs on the side of his head, riding his mouth while I hummed and moaned. Before long, I released honey into his waiting mouth.

He climbed up my body, and I sighed in contentment when he pushed his dick into me.

I ground my hips. “Yes, boo. That feels so good.” My hands went to my own hair and started to pull. “Uh.”

I groaned at the satisfaction of him filling me up so completely, stretching me so thoroughly.

“This dick is so good.”

“Fuck!” he responded as he pounded into me. He leaned down and buried his face in my neck, nipping and kissing me there. “Your pussy’s too good, Xari. It’s too damn good.”

He adjusted my legs, my feet flat against the steel that was his chest, and he pumped me, delivering strokes so pleasurable that my mind was no longer my own. After about the fourth stroke, I was caught up in the tsunami. The sensations were almost unbearable. My head spun, and I wailed loudly while Kept signed his name in my vagina and made it his own. My orgasm hit fast and hard. I’d barely come down from my high before he tapped me lightly on the leg.

“Get on my face,” he instructed.

I climbed over him, face to face with his dick, (my new best friend), while my vagina hovered over his mouth. As he gently tongue kissed my clit, I covered the mushroomed head of his dick with my mouth. Softly, I swiped at the tip, catching drops of pre-cum before I swallowed him whole. Using a suck-lick-spit-slurp method, I had him fighting back groans as he fought to keep concentration on finishing his own meal.

Kept, the girls, and I made it back to the house on Jackson Island at a little after eleven the next morning.

The lower level of the house was quiet when we came in, and since all of the rental vehicles were still in the driveway, we knew everybody was still there.

“I’m starting a load of laundry. And I still need to address that stain on the bed swing,” I told him.

He snickered. “It’s been two days. I’ll just replace the mattress.”

“Go talk to your family.”

He sighed. “I’mma talk to Jayla. I feel like she’s trying to move in or something.”

Thirteen

Kept

I found Jayla in the loft. It was almost noon, and she was still in what looked like night clothes.