Chapter 8

Either Anya had driven through a construction site on the way to work or she had the worst luck in the world. The fact that she had been at Bishop’s for the past eleven hours meant that no one had access to her car other than the staff here. Somehow, though, she had two flat tires. I found nails in both tires.

She was dead to the world after our session, so I cleaned her up and laid her down in one of Bishop’s bedrooms. Since she was knocked out in the house when I noticed that her tires were flat, I took it upon myself to run out and get her some new tires. I didn’t want her to have to worry about getting her tires changed when she woke up.

I already knew she would want to do everything for herself and would refuse my help if I offered it. The woman had just allowed me to plunge into the warmest pussy on the planet. The least I could do was change her tires.

As I drove down the long driveway, I shook my head as I watched her standing out beside the car with her phone. So much for her not having to worry. Pulling up beside her, I hopped out and went to the trunk of my car.

“Psalm, what happened to my tires?” she asked.

“They were flat.”

“Both of them?”

“Would I have gotten two tires if you didn’t need them?”

“Why didn’t you come inside and get me?”

“You were asleep.”

“Psalm, you could have woke me up.”

“Obviously, I didn’t want to do that, Ny.”

“You should have! I needed to take care of this.”

“I got it! Can you sit your ass on the porch or go back in the house so I can change these damn tires.”

“I don’t know who you’re yelling at,” she mumbled.

“I’m sorry, OK. I’m trying to help you, but you’re annoying the hell out of me.”

Why the hell did a devilish grin spread across her face? Did she enjoy getting on my damn nerves? I shook my head and chuckled.

“Apology accepted.”

“I thought you were mad with me anyway. Why are you over here being annoying?”

“Did you forget that we made up?”

“Is that what we did? My growling stomach says otherwise.” I lifted my eyebrows.

“You’re the one that didn’t check the microwave.” She smirked before turning on her heels and walking inside.

See what I meant? I knew this woman was going to be trouble for me.

For the first time in probably five years, I set an alarm to wake me up before six in the morning. Since Anya had been sweet enough to cook for me while she was working, I wanted to return the favor. The night nurse usually left before Anya came in, so that gave me the privacy to set everything up. I made bacon and eggs. Once they were ready, I used Bishop’s waffle maker to make strawberry waffles and topped them with homemade whipped cream.

I wanted to give Anya something special. So, I went to the yard and picked a dozen of the pretty ass pink roses that were growing in his yard. I could have gotten some from a store, but I had seen the way she looked at them while I was sitting on the porch. Bishop would kill me when he woke up.

As I finished up, my phone chimed, alerting me that someone from the security team was at the door to let Anya in. That tightening in my chest came back with a vengeance as I moved toward the door to let them in. All I had to do was hit a button on my phone to unlock the door, but I wanted to meet her at the door. They both wore the same look of confusion when I swung the door open.

“Thank you,” I said, directing my words to Tommy.

He nodded before turning and backing off the porch. I stepped outside so that I was toe to toe with Anya.

“What are you doing up so early? Came out to finally let me go?”

“Now why would I do that?” I asked, sweeping her hair over her shoulder and exposing her neck. Instead of leaning in and tasting her skin like I wanted to, I waited for her answer.

“Because you act like you can’t stand my presence.”

“On the contrary, I love having you here. In fact, I have something for you.”

“Something like what?”

“First, I need you to give me that donut.”

“I’m hungry though.” She pouted.

“How long is it going to hold you?”

“It’s better than nothing. I don’t have time to cook breakfast, so I just grab a donut and coffee on the way here.”

“It’s OK if you like donuts, Ny. I just have something better for you today.”

“OK, I’ll humor you,” she said, finally giving in and passing me the bag that held her daily donut.

Anya followed me to the kitchen. When I turned to look back at her, the smile that lit up her face made up for every minute of sleep I had lost. The realization that I had taken her hand put a smile on my own face. I didn’t know what was going on with me right now, but I kind of liked it.

Since Kecia, I didn’t date or try to woo or impress women. Not that I didn’t find myself interested in the opposite sex. I just didn’t waste time waiting for some woman with an ulterior motive to fuck me over. Kecia was so in love with me until she met my brothers and discovered that there were two more of me in different flavors.

She couldn’t stop talking about how handsome we all were and how she wanted them to meet her friends. I was secure with my shit, so it didn’t bother me that she thought my brothers were attractive.

It didn’t take long for Syre to start accusing her of being a sack chaser. I didn’t want to believe it. Yes, my family had money, but she never asked me for anything. Everything I did for her was of my own volition.

It wasn’t until she fucked my cousin Deacon that I discovered that the sweet girl I thought I was falling in love with was just as much of a snake as I always knew my cousin was. Hell, we called him the back door king. He didn’t mind picking up our leftovers. Up until Kecia, he had never touched any of the girls that we took seriously. Granted we didn’t take many of them seriously.

He could have chosen any of the others that he wanted to. Not a woman that I had been bragging to my aunt about for months before I started bringing her home. It had probably been ten years, and I still didn’t really rock with him like that. What he did was unforgivable.

I do give them both credit for proving that I was on the right path when I made the decision to never take a relationship more seriously than I took my work. I did one better and removed commitment from the table all together. The best a woman could expect from me was acknowledgement, maybe some dick, and permission to get the hell out of my face. I was never going to be the one left looking stupid again.

This whatever I was doing with Anya was so out of the ordinary that I really didn’t even know what I was doing. All I knew was that I wanted to show appreciation for the way she had been holding it down for my brother and even cooking for my ungrateful, inconsiderate ass. I might have been a lot of things but ungrateful and inconsiderate weren’t on the list.

“Psalm!” Anya shrieked when she saw the spread I laid out for us.

“Sit down. Let’s eat.”

“Together?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“Not at all. I just figured you would take your plate in front of the TV and act like I don’t exist.”

“Ny, give me some credit. I’m trying.”

“OK, OK, I’ll give you that.” She nodded as she sat down in front of her food.

“For the record, growing up in a house with five kids was chaotic. Twice a week my aunt made sure we sat down for a family dinner. I always hated it. There was always somebody talking and complaining about their day. On the days when she let us be feral, I took my plate to my room and ate in front of the computer. I preferred the quiet that came with not being surrounded by my wild ass cousins and brothers. I guess now I’m the same way. I always try to find the quickest path to solace. If I’ve been coming off as an inconsiderate asshole, I truly apologize. I never meant to hurt your feelings or make you feel unwelcome here. Like I told you, your presence here reflects my brother’s condition. Still, it’s not your fault. You didn’t shoot him. As a matter of fact, we don’t know who shot him. I’m stressed out and preoccupied. Hell, I’m probably even an asshole, but I have to draw the line at inconsiderate. My aunt didn’t raise me to be insensitive.”

“I heard about your aunt Delilah on the news. I wasn’t aware that she raised you.”

“Yeah, me and my brothers have been with her since we were little.”

“What about your mom? You don’t have to answer that. I just thought I would ask.”

“She passed away while she was giving birth to my youngest brother.”

“Oh my God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pried. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be!” I quickly shook my head. “I mean, you can be sorry, but I don’t even remember her. The most I know about my mom is what people tell me and what I see in pictures. I had just turned four when my brother was born.”

“The mean one?” she asked, stretching her eyes.

“Yeah, the mean one.” I chuckled.

“Well, I guess he has the right to be a little mean, huh?”

“A little.”

“Let me find out the gamer can cook,” Anya said, shoving a forkful of waffle into her mouth.

Was I fucking blushing? I know I was not sitting here blushing like an eight-year-old kid being complimented by a cute girl.

“I dabble.”

We ate in relative silence until Anya’s phone started to ring. I didn’t miss the way she rolled her eyes before turning her phone face down.

“Jilted ex?” Why did I care?

“I’m going through a divorce. Well, I wouldn’t be going through it if he would just sign the papers. He just found out that I no longer work at the hospital and has been demanding that I tell him where I work now.”

“I can understand why he’s having a hard time letting you go.”

Now it was Anya’s turn to blush. She was so cute when that coy smile flashed across her face that I was already thinking of a way to put it back. She stood from her seat and walked around the table. I turned to look up at her.

Anya was so fucking beautiful that I couldn’t stop smiling. When she dropped down to her knees, the shit eating grin covering my face was priceless. My breathing became shallow as she fumbled with the waistband of my joggers. Those sultry bedroom eyes never left mine. She had to know that would drive me crazy.

“What are you doing, Anya?”

“Thanking you properly.”

“What does that mean?”

Without a word, she freed my semi hard dick from my pants. I felt lightheaded as she inhaled my entire dick into her warm mouth. My ass lifted from the seat as she took me down her throat like it was nothing. Maybe if her eyes weren’t fixed on me, my ass wouldn’t have been sliding out of the chair. I felt like I was losing total control as I moaned and groaned uncontrollably.

Anya knew she had my nuts in a vice, but instead of letting up, she picked up the tempo. I moaned like I was in physical pain, fisting her hair to brace myself for the wave of pleasure that swept over me every time my dick slid down her throat.

“Come on, baby. Don’t do this,” I begged.

Her mouth was so warm and wet that I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I wanted to cry as this sweet, innocent looking woman stared me down and sucked my entire soul out of me with each bob of her head. My thighs trembled and my head fell forward as I emptied the contents of my nuts down her throat.

When I realized that she wasn’t letting up, I pushed her head back. My ass was out of the seat by the time she released her hold on me. She might have removed her mouth from me, but I was still at her complete mercy. The seat of my pants was soaked, and that was the least of my concern. I was already planning on what to do for Anya next. I loved happy Anya.

“If that’s the thanks I get, I’ll be cooking breakfast every damn morning.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, but that smile I was falling in love with returned. A knock at the door made her smile grow. This woman was the devil. That had to be it. She wiped the corners of her mouth as she stood to her feet.

“Someone’s at the door.” Anya grinned.

“Fuck, Anya! I don’t think I can stand up.”

That devious grin told me that Anya was proud of the way that she had just annihilated my dignity in a matter of minutes. As if nothing had happened, she stood and cleared the table. Picking up my phone, I looked at the monitor to see who was at the door at this hour.

I shook my head at Divine’s little ass standing on the porch with her hands on her hips. It wasn’t even eight in the morning. I knew she was on the way to her store. Hitting the button, I disengaged the locks to let her in.