Page 38 of Right Side of Paradise

Too Good

“You need to get that?” Rico asked the second time I ignored my ringing phone.

Securing the guard on my clippers, I shook my head. “Nah, I’m good.”

“You sure? I can wait.” He looked up at me expectantly, his eyes trying to connect with mine.

But I didn’t feel like telling him I was dodging calls about my condo inspections. My place was ready to occupy. All I had to do was sign some paperwork and start moving my shit.

But that meant walking away from this . And this was something I didn’t even know I wanted before. Now I couldn’t let it go. Couldn’t let them go.

Rico was sitting on a chair in my bathroom, waiting for me to finish touching up his taper. He came looking for me when Harlow and Soul said he couldn’t be in the kitchen with them. And since I took the week of our birthdays off, I had nothing but time for him.

It’d been four days since I kissed him, and I still couldn’t find a reason to regret it.

Right now, the only thing I regretted was having a home on the other side of the island with my name on it.

He angled his head to look up at me just as I was turning on the clippers, but the intensity in his stare made me turn them off just as fast.

“Wish you’d talk to me instead of thinking so loud.” He was eye level with my waist and rested his hand there while I tried to find something to say.

I never found the words.

But Rico did. “What do you want for your birthday?”

“I already got it,” I told him honestly.

“What was it? Harlow?” He snickered, still looking up at me through his lashes.

“No.” But I couldn’t deny her part in it. Without her list, I don’t think we would’ve gotten here so fast. Or at all. I told him as much and he hummed his agreement.

My skin prickled the longer his stare lingered. I didn’t understand how Harlow and Soul dealt with his undivided attention so casually. He’d been looking at me for less than five minutes and I wanted to give him whatever he asked me for.

Between him, Harlow and Soul, I was never going to have a normal heart rate again.

“You can kiss me, Chris.”

His voice, teasing and promising, pulled me out of my head and back to the magnetic hold he had on me, “Didn’t say I wanted to kiss you, Rico.”

“Nah,” he conceded coolly. “But you been staring at my lips since I got in here.”

I blinked and he was standing now, crowding me near the counter because the chair in the center of the bathroom didn’t leave much room.

Without speaking, he freed the clippers from my grasp and let his chest brush mine as he set it aside.

“Look at me.”

My dick stiffened at the command, and I did what I was told.

He lightly tapped my temple.

“You don’t have to overanalyze everything before you do it, Chris. You can just do it because it feels good.”

Something hard twitched against my thigh and I didn’t know if it was his dick or mine. I was too swept up in him to try and tell us apart.

“I’m in love with Harlow,” I blurted.

Rico didn’t back up, he nodded and kissed my jaw like he knew there was more to that confession.

“And I think I’m falling for you and Soul too. I don’t know how it happened.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he assured me, speaking directly into my ear.

Chills danced over my skin. It was the confidence in his tone and the way his breath fanned against my heated skin.

Then his tongue was licking over my Adam’s apple, and I lost my fucking mind. I reached up and held his mouth against my neck, swearing with every lap of his tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“You know how hard it’s been to take your lead on this, Chris?”

His voice vibrated against my throat as he pressed in, his dick lined up so enticingly against mine. I needed friction. I wanted him to hold my hips against this vanity and give me that. I’d come in my pants. I didn’t care. I just needed some relief.

“I got you, Chris. Just trust me.” He stopped kissing my throat and looked at me. “This ain’t about Harlow. Or Soul. This is about me and you. We the only two people in this bathroom right now.”

I knew that and it didn’t change anything. I still wanted his lips on mine and his dick right where it was?—

“Kiss me.”

His wish. My command.

I took his mouth in a kiss so hard our teeth clashed before we smiled against each other’s lips and tried again.

Rico held my face on either side.

His tongue. Fuck , his tongue. It was everywhere. In my mouth. On my neck. Making a wet trail down the skin visible above the collar of my shirt before he claimed my mouth again.

He put his whole body into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and caging me in a hug that felt like home as our tongues got reacquainted.

I didn’t realize how much I needed his arms around me until then. I hugged him back, my arms tight around his waist.

I pushed into him.

He pushed back.

We stood there, wrapped up in each other, our mouths saying what we couldn’t for what felt like hours. I didn’t come up for air until he did, taking his lead and craving him deeper. It felt like I needed him under my skin.

“You feel good,” Rico said breathily. “I knew you would.”

Through my shorts, my dick nudged against his on my thigh. He kissed me until I was on that precipice then pulled away and started the climb all over again.

It was a torture I craved and hungrily accepted.

When I rocked my hips against his, he moaned into my mouth and matched my rhythm.

“Rico, I wanna come.”

“I know.” His touch never wavered. “Just let me take care of you.”

Everything else on my mind took a backseat when he held tight to my waist and rolled his hips into mine.

“You feel what you do to me?”

I did . I just couldn’t use my words to say it right now.

“I love it when you use me, Chris.” His teeth raked over the hollow of my throat. “But I wanna come with you this time.”

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.

“Can I?”

My answer was a reflex. The easiest thing I’d said all day. “Yes.”

His bear hug morphed into his fingers sinking past the back waistband of my shorts so he could grip my ass while he fucked me through our clothes.

I’d never experienced anything like this before, but I wanted him with a ferocity I couldn’t resist.

It was sloppy. And desperate. And so damn addicting.

I didn’t want to stop, but my orgasm consumed me, and I was finally falling off the edge after endless teasing.

Rico stilled when my hips adopted a jerky cadence. He held me close, kneading my flesh and kissing me until I whimpered with my release.

“Thank you.” His voice was hoarse, taut with satisfaction.

He thanked me.

And now I couldn’t stop coming for him. My release was relentless. I came in spurts against my boxers, a guttural sound blanketing the bathroom.

“Damn, you sound good,” Rico praised.

For the first time tonight, he followed my lead, letting go and coming against me with a sexy shudder.

He bit down on my shoulder through my shirt and worked his hips until we were both spent, sticky with our own cum and speechless.

He’d reduced me to this with a few kisses and the winding of his hips.

“I’m so fucked,” I groaned when I caught my breath.

His laugh was a deep rumble I felt in my soul. “Nah, you’re perfect.”

He kissed me quiet, so I swallowed my words. I needed to tell him my news. That my condo was ready and I was leaving them. That whatever we’d just started might be over before it began.

And I would. I’d tell him as soon as I was done kissing him.

The problem was I didn’t think I’d ever be done kissing him.