Determining Possession (Connecticut Kings, #3)

by Christina C. Jones

If I watched her cry over that dude again, I was going to rock his skull the very next time I saw him.

Y’all can have these seven and eight foot tall men – that extra height usually comes directly from their dicks, and I don’t have the time.”

“Wil, I hope you don’t think you’re slick. I see you easing those cold ass feet over here.” He said, not even looking away from the TV.

forgot to put my realtor voice on, my bad. Gotta talk to you like I talk to these white folks – why on earth would that young man ruin what he had with a beautiful, successful woman like Wil in the pursuit of a shallow affair? Perish the thought.”

Not perish the thought lmao

“So you feel me then! Hell, you see Wil damn near every day, and I don’t see how you do it.” My eyebrow lifted. “How I do what?” “Go day to day without putting your face in her pussy, that’s what.”

“Hell nah,” I shook my head. “You aren’t going to be handling a goddamn thing. Not with that one. No sir.” Clayton put a hand to his chest like he was offended. “Damn, it’s like that? Blocking ain’t even your position.”

I mean, I’d always thought she was a beautiful woman, but… damn. That dress was… damn.

Something about liquor not creating urges, only amplifying existing ones, kept coming to mind.

“I… Ramsey, stop playing, I didn’t… did I really…?” “Show me the money shot? Yeah, you did.”

“Absolutely not. Trust me – I consider having you in my corner a privilege.”

“I’m so not a sweetheart though.” “Oh please, you’re so damn warm and fuzzy I could package and sell your personality as teddy-bears,”

he muttered, “Goddamn. Jordan… nigga I gotta go.”

“Be patient. We’ll get to that soon enough.”

“You’re not a quitter, right?” I shook my head. “No.” “Well then…” he lowered his head to mine, gently nibbling my bottom lip before he grinned. “Take this dick like the champ you are.”

Ramsey, do you seriously think it’s only going to be this one night? After the way we…” she closed her eyes, and shook her head. “There’s just no way.” “Too good for just once, huh?”

“It sounds to me like we just got closer. I’ve touched you everywhere, tasted you everywhere, been inside you… nah, we can’t just call each other friends anymore. We’re goddamn besties now.”

I brushed away the stray tears that had welled in her eyes. “You’re really about to make me go roll up on this nigga on principle, Champ,” I told her, and she laughed, shaking her head.

I clapped a hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t scream as I drove into her. She whimpered and moaned against my palm as I stroked her as deep as I could get before I put my mouth to her ear.

This is a man that my friend deserves, a man that is worthy of her. Not that chicken-legged man, no.”

He’d been calling me “Champ” since before we were friends, and it was a nickname I’d grown to love. Now though, ever since he’d implored me to take his dick like a champ, and taken to calling me that while he did very dirty things

“Nothing,” he grinned. “But after that… I’m giving you enough dick to pay for my half of this trip to Bali.”

my head, I backed away from her. “I need a refund.” She frowned. “On what?” “On you,” I told her. “Item not as described. You’re supposed to be sweet. Warm and fuzzy. Not a damn… seductress, with your banana stickers, talking me into risking my life.”

shook my head. “I don’t know why the hell you thought that! I like the ground. The water. Shit I can’t fall off of and get crushed by gravity. You have something like that on your itinerary?”

“Because… I don’t want a damn thing on this table more than I want you right now.”

In fact, what felt strange was thinking about us ever having a different dynamic than this. Being “just friends” felt completely foreign, and her almost marrying somebody else? That was a distant bad dream.

He wasn’t listing out his own problems so mine didn’t seem so bad - he was relating to me.

I missed two terms of a Black president, only to come out to a fucking orange one.”

“I’m just saying, the two of you looked like you were trying to make a baby. Your goddamn foot was on his shoulder! Like, you may as well have hung an “insert sperm here” sign off your clit,

“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.

man can say anything, but his actions tell the real story.” Yeah. So far, Ramsey’s actions had painted a narrative so enthralling it made my teeth hurt just thinking about it.

I locked myself inside, and then pulled my emergency spoon from my purse to dig into my ice cream early.

“Hopefully you’re sleeping peacefully right now, but it’s just past eleven here, and you just popped in my mind. Naked. You’re fine as hell, girl. – R. Bishop.”

“Nah, I ate a pint of ice cream on the way home. That’s all that is,” I laughed. For a moment, he laughed too, and then… “Wait a minute… you aren’t wearing any panties in this picture.” “Oh, would you look at the time? Gotta go,” I sang,

He quieted me with a hand caressing my face, his thumb resting against my lips as he closed his mouth over one of my nipples. A gentle, perfect suck, and then a long, lazy drag of his tongue that was so good it made my stomach contract,

“So if you think about it, that means this baby is… a physical manifestation of her dreams for you. These movements, on today of all days… her and God working together

He didn’t see it coming yet, but there was no way she was going to leave him with his pride.

“Thinking about how ugly our fight was going to be when I came home with a bin full of hairbows if this baby is a girl. You were gonna let my baby be fashionable, goddamnit.”

“Well,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist, “… I was on the way to the hospital, and then I realized… you probably need the pregnant woman, fool.”