Page 84 of Serenity
Lips parted, head tipped back, and eyes closed, my bumble bee buzzed and moaned.
“Yes… yess.”
Grasping the front of her neck with my hand, I palmed her breasts with the other, pummeling her insides without mercy. Lengthy, manicured nails sunk into my back. Teeth sank into my shoulder. My hips rolled, and unbidden, I groaned.
A sign outside the window loomed as Serenity came and crooned. Paramour Luxury Autos.
Reed had arrived at the luxury automotive lot and pulled into a discreet parking area while I got lost inside Serenity.
“Where are we?” She asked, finally locating her breath once we’d finished.
“Car lot,” I floated, stuffing my dick back into my pants and zipping them.
“Why are we—Duke, no.”
For the last week, Serenity had been using Reed to get her to and fro, and when he was indisposed, she used a rideshare service. Since the accident, she’d refused to even attempt to fix her car. I couldn’t comprehend it.
“I’m going to get the guy’s insurance to fix the car. I just haven’t gotten around to it,” she explained. “I’ve been busy.”
“In the meantime, let’s get you something new to ride in.”
“I can get a rental, Duke. I don’t need another car,” she fussed at my back as I slid from the backseat, landing my feet on the pavement.
“You want a new car?”
“Baby.”
“Answer me.” As I stepped closer, Serenity’s back hit the side of the SUV.
“You just found out I’ve been lying to my family about us, and you decide to buy a new car for me? What type of math is that?”
Tipping her chin upward, I kissed her pouting lips.
“Rich nigga math. Does the middle of your legs not ache from my presence?”
“It does.”
“That was your punishment. I was buying a new car for you regardless. Is my tie straight?”
“It is.”
“Good.” Grabbing her hand, we walked toward the entry to Paramour Luxury Autos.
FRIENDSGIVING
The smell of unused leather, plastic, and textiles in the silver AMG Coupe was fucking delightful. After spending an hour at Paramour Luxury Autos, I decided to switch vehicle manufacturers, and I couldn’t be happier with the selection. Without question, my BMW i8 didn’t hold a candle to the new Benz. After a week of driving in the new vehicle, the conclusion was impervious to debate.
Slowly and undeniably, winter was worming its way into the season. Dressed in an ivory wool trench paired with an ivory sleeveless cropped sweater and wide-legged pinstripe pants of the same color, I stepped appropriately.
This year, Friendsgiving was held at Robyn’s place. The small condo rarely saw my friend’s presence due to her busy schedule as a flight attendant. This year, she had time off, so she was hosting our girlfriend gathering.
As I approached the garage entry, only then did I recall that my visitor’s pass was still inside of the i8. Currently in repair, I had no immediate access to Robyn’s condo’s garage. Pulling off to the visitor’s side, away from waiting traffic, I dialed Robyn’s code to be buzzed in.
“Why don’t you have your pass, heaux?”
“I have a new car,” shrugging out of my coat, I revealed the news as I entered her home.
“A new car? Bitch where? You didn’t tell anyone anything,” Barbie fussed.