Page 12 of The Aries Alliance (BLP Signs of Love #14)

Settling In

War’s proposal made sense. For once, someone wasn’t afraid to address the problem with EFU. His plan was unorthodox yet more sound than anything else I’d heard. He gave me the peace I needed to carry my heavy justice mantle without being crushed under its weight.

“War.” His after-hours name rolled off my tongue like slick oil as I stood in the mirror in the spacious bathroom at the cottage and examined my body.

Within hours, Warrick Redmond transformed from an adversary to a confidante. Since one of the perpetrators in my report also violated Warrick’s mother, he was as much a victim of workplace abuse as I was.

But he wasn’t weak and broken. His strength and steeliness placed him in the realm of an earthbound god.

As I lifted my thin dress over my head, I smelled remnants of War’s cologne on the silky fabric. I carefully brushed the material over my arms as if War’s essence would transfer to me.

With the soft lights above the vanity casting a surprisingly sultry glow on my skin, I smiled, pleased at the shapeliness of my medium-sized breasts and wide hips.

As I slowly unfastened the countless clasps on the front of my vintage corset, I teased my baby-soft skin with my fingertips, imagining that War was undressing me.

When I sampled his touch for the first time, I wanted to moan. That touch was gentle, curious, and inviting, drawing me to him like the strongest of magnets. Even his teasing lips on my earlobe and lips were respectful, despite my unraveling as he lingered too close for my comfort.

I placed the corset on the vanity, allowing my breasts to settle into their natural position. I lifted them and rubbed them with my index fingers, paying extra attention to my nipples, which pebbled as I massaged them.

All I had to do was walk naked into the den and offer these to War. Would he be gentle or rough when he sucked my titties? I sensed male arousal like a lioness hunted its prey. War would devour me and care for every inch of my body the way it needed to be cared for.

I released my breasts and turned to the side, lowering my eyes to the faint red marks where the corset’s wire dug into my back.

I rubbed each of the sore spots that War touched.

When he rested his hands there and offered the sweetest look of concern, I wanted to kiss his shiny lips, then straddle him and demand that he undress me.

I bit my lip, turned all the way on by a man whose bourgeois ways would normally turn me off.

But War was finer than a mother with his too-tight pants and shirt.

Underneath his high-class exterior, hard body, and low-key nerdiness was a temptation that had me in a chokehold.

More than his physical appearance, War’s empathy sealed the deal for me when it came to desiring him.

But I couldn’t have him.

I shook myself from my musings and dropped my dress to the floor before folding it and placing it back in my overnight bag. As was my habit when I was nervous, I bit the tip of my pink tipped acrylic nails.

I needed a physical release, something that would quench my thirst for a man who was an undeniable tease.

After rummaging through my clothes, I lifted a tight black dress that was clingier than the one I just took off.

I dropped it on the bed and moved to the Bluetooth device next to my bed.

When I turned on a sultry R&B mix, I swayed from side to side in my panties, eventually losing myself in the rhythm of the music floating across the room.

I put my phone on the bed, noticing it was 10:23. Although I rarely contacted people after nine o’clock, I needed a good pounding from my boo thang.

Maybe he’d take my mind off War and being so close to his body and smell. Lil’David also understood the law of supply and demand. When my coochie demanded a fix, he had to be ready to supply it with the nourishment it needed.

As I waited for his reply, I pulled out my vanilla fig body wash to freshen up before my rendezvous.

I ran water under the faucet and washed my private parts, preparing myself to be serviced intimately.

As I cleaned my armpits, I squinted at myself, silently convincing myself that what I was about to do was part of a bigger mission.

It wasn’t my fault that social justice drove me to hoedom. I would bet anything that Harriett Tubman was getting sexed by her man in every position under the sun after she freed folks.

I hung the wet washcloth on the rack and checked myself out from every angle, turning and shaking my bountiful butt until it clapped. I moisturized every crevice, making sure my body was smooth and ready for Lil’David to dig in my guts and lick me like a lollipop.

I closed my eyes and placed my hands together.

Thank you, God, for men who like cooch juice. I promise to give him as much as he can handle.

I gave the sign of the cross, although I wasn’t Catholic and hadn’t stepped foot in anybody’s church since Christmas.

I hoped that God answered sinners’ prayers, even the raunchy ones.

God knew my heart. I needed a sexual fix.

If He had a problem with it, He needed to take it up with Himself, since He made me a freak.

My watch buzzed.

LilDavid:

She ready for daddy?

I pulled out my camera, opened my lips, and gasped.

Lil’David sent me a photo of his fully erect pole standing at attention with whipped cream on the tip.

What he lacked in gumption, he made up for with creativity.

My honey pot tingled in anticipation of the fun time my lover and I would have tonight.

I saved the picture and took one of my naked breasts, texting it before I could overthink.

Me:

What you think? Meet me at our place.

LilDavid:

Gone slip this fat dick in them pretty titties

Me:

Let me lick that cream off first

I texted a tongue emoji. Within seconds, Lil’David sent a wink emoji back.

We could have flirted all night, but I needed to get ready for loving that would take my mind off the man I had no business thinking about.