Determining Possession (Connecticut Kings, #3)

by Christina C. Jones

“You can’t make a person be faithful by doing things for them, and not doing things for them isn’t gonna make them step out. There’s one reason – because they wanted to. And that’s about them. Not you.”

“Do I look okay?” she asked, smoothing the fabric over her hips, and I’m pretty sure I looked at her like she was crazy. “You look amazing,” I told her, which immediately eased the tension between her eyebrows, and a little smile spread over her face. “So do you. But I mean, we already knew that would be the case,” she teased as she walked toward me, coming in for a quick hug before she turned to her parents to say goodbye. Thank God for quick hugs. Because looking like that, and smelling like that… damn. This was going to be a long night.

As I watched his dick bounce hard enough against the front of his shorts to let me know it had to be heavy, my answer to that question was a firm “maybe”. But still. “Why would I be scared, when I don’t plan to sleep with him? Why are y’all doing this?” I laughed. “It’s been a whole what, five or six weeks since I got my heart ripped out of my chest? Had to uproot myself from my home. Just got fired without technically getting fired. I have enough upheaval going on right now – I really don’t need to add screwing my friend to that mix. I appreciate your encouragement of hoe-tivities though.”

“Ramsey,” I managed to sound out, in a breathless whimper that made him groan. “Yeah, Champ?” He stopped moving to give me his attention, and I lifted my hands to cup his face. “You can’t keep saying these kinds of things… doing me like this… unless you’re prepared for me to never leave you alone. Waiting in your bushes and shit.” “I don’t have any bushes, baby,” he grinned. I lifted my shoulders. “Then… in your shower. In your cabinets.”

Naima’s lips parted a little, and then she narrowed her eyes. “See?” she said, wagging a finger in my direction. “This is the kind of thing – you – are the kind of man that makes it make sense that women even like men at all,” she laughed. “Many of your brethren are wild garbage, but you, my brother… You’re alright.”