Getting Schooled (The Wright Brothers #1)(28)

Okay… what now?

Contrary to my bold behavior, booty calls weren’t really my thing… I hadn’t thought to discuss with him how I was getting home. Was he driving me back to my car? Did I need to call a cab? Those thoughts were still running through my mind when I heard him come back into the room, and I turned around. He was standing there in the doorway to the hall, naked, and the sight made my breath hitch in my throat.

The shorts were gone now, so I could see all of him. Beautiful body, beautiful dick, even the complicated metal workings of his prosthetic were fascinating, and striking. New moisture built between my legs as my eyes raked over him.

Why does he have to be all sexy and friggin… bionic? Not fair.

Like he knew what I was thinking, a smirk spread over his face, and he held up the bath towel in his hands. He walked into the living room, spreading it over an armless chair, and then sat down.

Jason ran his tongue over his lips as he looked me over, then raised his arm, cocking a finger at me. “Get naked, and bring your ass here.”



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“And then what happened?” Devyn asked, her eyes wide as she leaned over the shelf at me. We were in Tones & Tomes, a local, black-owned bookstore that we both loved.

I lifted an eyebrow, then took a sip from my low-fat, low-sugar, low-fun latte. “What do you mean what happened?”

“I mean what did you do after he said that?!”

I sucked my teeth, wrinkling my face at my friend. “Girl what do you think I did? I got naked and took my ass over there! Did you forget I said that dick made me cry? Where the hell else would I go?”

Devyn erupted in giggles and I followed suit, laughing until my eyes watered. She grabbed me by the hand, pulling me down onto a bench in the quiet store, keeping her voice low.

“You know, I thought your ass had lost it when you texted me that you were going to that man’s house. But I’m starting to think it may have been your best decision this year. Like, have you seen yourself in a mirror? Forget glowing. Your ass is luminous.”

I giggled again, blushing as I hung my head. It was Sunday afternoon, a time I almost always spent with Devyn, and my Friday night with Jason was still very fresh news.

We were up most of the night, sexing each other until we passed out. I woke up in his bed, feeling amazing, but sore. After a quiet, awkward good morning exchange, he drove me back into the city for my car, and I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in these two days since then.

Which was fine. I’d already gotten exactly what I needed, and beyond.

I pushed my braids out of my face, and shook my head. “Girl, I’m still trying to understand how the best dick of my life came from a man with a prosthetic leg. How the hell does any other man compete with that? He was picking me up, tossing me around like it was nothing, insane stamina, and his body… whew. It’s really not fair.”

Devyn laughed. “So when are you doing it again?”

I scoffed. “Girl, bye. I’m not.”

“Are you crazy?!” Devyn asked, her voice rising as she took me by the shoulders. “Don’t you dare do this to me!”

“To you?!”

She nodded. “Yes, to me. Girl, that story is the most action I’ve gotten in a while working these long ass shifts, and studying for the extra certifications for this job. I need you to fuck him again, for me.”

“You are sooo stupid!” I laughed, shaking my head. “But nah, we don’t even like each other, you know? I think the sexual chemistry was probably kinda destined to boil over eventually, but… no. It was much needed distraction for me that night, but that’s all.”

Devyn pouted, then playfully bumped my shoulder. “You’re so mean. Won’t even fuck that man again for your friend. Guess I gotta do it myself.”

I started laughing again, but then Devyn’s expression changed, shifting into more serious. “Wait, it’s probably too soon for a joke like that.”

I sucked my teeth. “Please –I know you wouldn’t do any shit like that to me. Your name is not Olivia.” Devyn got really quiet, looking at her hands, and picking imaginary dirt from her nails. I pushed out a little sigh, and rolled my eyes. “Go ahead and say it, I know you want to.”

“Say what?” she asked, her eyes big with false innocence. “I don’t even have nothing to say about that whole situation. Other than that I told you that bitch wasn’t worth a damn. And neither was he. I mean, it’s right in their names – shady, grimy, shadowy gray ass Grayson, and sneaky, envious, snake green ass Olivia. Even their parents knew they weren’t gonna be shit, and named them accordingly.”

That time, my eyes went wide, and I covered my mouth to keep from laughing. Devyn was crazy, but she was right. I’d scrubbed my house free of any hints of Grayson, and I was glad I already had both feet out the door on that relationship before I found out about him and Olivia. That made it easy as hell not to spend any time crying because I was hurt– just pissed off at the betrayal, and glad to be done.

“Hey,” she said, and I looked up. The anger was gone from her expression, but the seriousness remained as she met my gaze. “Outside of all of that though… how are you feeling?”

I let out a little sigh and then sat back, planting my hands beside me on the bench. “I feel okay. Like, actually okay.”