Page 83 of Love At Close Range

“Busy, but good.” I nodded.

“That’s wassup. You need me to do anything?” He offered.

I glanced around the kitchen before handing him the pan I was about to move. “Put that on the table, then grab the drinks.”

“Aight,” he agreed.

He took the pan from me and carried it to the table before grabbing the drinks. By the time Rhyse came back downstairs, everything was ready. Dinner started with Rhyse filling me in on his afternoon with Lennox. He told me about the ride from camp, the conversations they had and, of course, the new shoes and clothes he was still excited about.

Rhyse talked through most of dinner, jumping from one thing to the next while Lennox ate and let him have the floor. I didn’t need a full recap to know he had enjoyed himself. It was written all over him. At one point, I caught Lennox watching him with a small smile before he looked back down at his plate. I didn’t say anything, but I noticed it.

After dinner, Rhyse carried his plate into the kitchen before heading upstairs to shower. Lennox came in behind me with the rest of the dishes and started loading the dishwasher while I put the leftovers away.

While I packed the leftovers away, Lennox loaded the dishwasher beside me.

“Rhyse wear you out today?” I asked.

“Did he?” He laughed. “That little nigga’s battery never dies,” he stated.

“Sounds about right.” I laughed.

“I’on mind the shit, though.” Lennox smiled.

I put the last container in the refrigerator and looked over at him. I could tell he meant it. Having that time with Rhyse mattered to him, even if he didn’t always say much about it.

Once the kitchen was clean, we went into the living room. Rhyse came back downstairs in his pajamas and picked a movie, then stretched out on the sectional with a blanket. He made it almost to the end before falling asleep. Lennox noticed before I did and stood without saying much, lifting him from the couch while I turned off the television and followed them upstairs.

Rhyse barely moved when Lennox laid him in bed. I pulled the covers over him while Lennox put his phone on the charger, and after I kissed his forehead, we left the room and headed to mine.

Once we made it to my room, I grabbed what I needed for the shower and went into the bathroom, but before I could close the door, Lennox came in behind me.

I looked at him through the mirror while I pulled my hair up. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“About to kill two birds with one stone.” He shrugged. “I need a shower, and I need that pussy… so come on,” he ordered as he slapped my butt in the process.

There wasn’t any need or reason or argue because I needed that dick too. Once the shower warmed up, I stepped inside and Lennox followed. As soon as my feet got wet, Lennox was backing me into the shower wall.

“Damn, I missed you,” he confessed through his kisses.

All I could do was moan into his mouth as a response because between the kiss and the way he was stroking me with his fingers, I was about to become undone.

I felt my orgasm start to crash through my body as Lennox quickened his pace, causing me to cum all over his fingers.

“Gah damn,” he groaned as he examined the mess he made. Before I could come down off of that high, Lennox was picking me up and slamming me down on his dick.

“Ooh… shit,” I hissed as he drilled me into the shower tiles.

“Fuck, baby. I feel how wet this pussy is through the water. Fuck,” he groaned as he bit the crook of my neck.

I didn’t know when the water went cold, but by the time Lennox had made me cum for the fourth time, and he finally finished, it was freezing. Laughing, we hurried and cleaned up and got of the cold ass water. We dried off and got into bed without bothering with getting dressed. Once we were in bed, Lennox leaned over me and pushed inside of me at the same time causing my center to quake.

“I hope you ain’t think I was finished with you,” he said as he eased in out of me at a slow pace.

No words could form as he provided a pleasure that I prayed I never had to go without again. After making love to me, Lennox fucked me so good, I had to bite his shoulder to keep Rhyse from hearing me. Now we were laid up, basking in the afterglow.

“I want you and Rhyse in Cannon Hills with me,” Lennox said after a while.

I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him. He had brought it up before, but I still hadn’t given him an answer. “You’re really sure about that?” I asked.