Page 46 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Two

“You sure?” I ask, frowning. “Wedon’t have to.”

“I want you to, Naz.”

Searching her face, I nod andslowly lower her zipper. The sound is loud on the roof, and I glance up at thestars as if they might judge me, might stop me from taking something I desirethis much. When my fingers slip into her jeans, past the edge of her cottonpanties and to the slit of her pussy, she gasps, breath leaving her in awhoosh.

“Oh, my god,” she says, panting as I slide my finger overher clit, repeating the motion until her hips aremoving in time with my touch. She rolls onto her back and eases her jeans andpanties down, spreading her legs.

I shove her shirt up, squeezing her breast through the bra.Her nipples pebble beneath the fabric, and I bend down, nudging the satin cupaway and taking her nipple into my mouth.

“Naz,” she moans.

“You have great tits, Kira,” I manage to say. “You’rebeautiful.”

I cup her pussy and slip a finger inside. She’s so tight,and the slick walls clamp around my finger like a fist. I don’t want to assumeor hurt her.

“Are you a…” I press my lips closedover whatever awkward thing I was about to say. “Have you ever—”

“I’m not a virgin, Naz. It’s okay.”

I keep rubbing her clit. It’sswollen, and she’s so wet and tight. I ease in another finger, watching herexpression for clues that it feels good or if it hurts.

“Yes.” Her eyes roll back. “Naz.Don’t stop.”

“Kira,” I groan, taking her breast into my mouth, lickingthe darker halo of skin around her nipple. As my fingers move in and out of hertightness, I can’t help but imagine how it will feel when that’s me. When she’sspread under me and I can push into her. Wetness seeps into my briefs. I’mleaking at the thought. Her eyes squeeze shut, and shebites her lip. She grips my wrist, and her back arches, a cry trapped in herthroat as she soaks my hand.

“Did you just…” I falter, not sure. “Did you just come?”

She nods jerkily. “No one’s ever made me come before. Onlywhen I touched myself. That’s what they were talkingabout?”

Laughing, the sound rich and delighted and floating in thecrisp air, she turns on her side to face me. Her kiss-swollen lips pull into awide smile. Reaching between us, she grabs my dick through my jeans and says,“Your turn.”

“Takira!” Cliff’s voice climbs the stairs. “You up here?Mama’s looking for you.”

“Oh, shit!” she whisper-shouts, moving swiftly beneath theblanket to pull up her underwear and jeans. “He’ll kill you.”

“Fuck!”

We scramble to our feet, and she shoves the blanket into astorage bench. Her hair is all over the place, one of her braids halfwayunraveled. I can clearly see that one cup of her bra is still pulled downbeneath her shirt, and her hard nipple pushes against the thin fabric. Herjeans are pulled up and zipped, but unbuttoned. Cliff’s heavy footsteps echo upto us, and my heart triple times in my chest, but I take a second to pull hertoward me so I can fix her clothes.

“You’re a mess,” I mutter,buttoning her jeans and reaching beneath her shirt to pull her bra into place.I have no idea how to braid, but I’m trying to smooth her hair when our eyescatch.

Damn,she’s pretty.

There’s something luminescent about her skin, and her lipsare rosy, like all the blood has rushed to them. Her eyes—her eyes outshine thestars, and I’m gone. My heart melts in my chest looking at her. She grins up atme and laughs, shaking her head. It’s no use pretending, and I don’t care whather brother thinks.

“What the hell are you doing up here with my sister,Armstrong?” Cliff growls at the door leading to the rooftop. He looks at wheremy hand rests at her waist, at the smooth skin bared by her shirt. “I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“No, you’re not.” Takira steps in front of me. “Cliff,stop.”

“I got this,” I whisper in her ear.“Let me—”

“We’re just talking,” she says. “I stayed up here after theteam left. You know how I like it up here. Naz forgot his jacket, came back toget it, and we started talking.”

“Everyone else left two hours ago,” Cliff snaps, narrowedeyes sending me kill messages. “You been up here talking thatlong?”

“I know your conversations consist of grunts, half-formedthoughts, and plays from a handbook,” Takira says, her tone dry, “but somepeople do talk. Unlike most of your teammates, Naz can actuallyhold a conversation.”

Cliff looks at me suspiciously, and with good reason. Myjacket covers a monster erection that probably won’t go down for days.