Yearn by A. Ellis (story books for 5 year olds .txt) 📗

Keeping with the hard, deep thrusting rhythm we’d set, I continued pounding into him until Khi’s movements tensed and he groaned his release. Taking advantage of the way he collapsed to the mattress, I leaned down, covering his back and whispering dirty words in his ear as I increased the speed of my thrusts.

“Fuck, Dre, give it to me. Let me feel you come,” Khi begged as he clenched his ass around my thick cock.

His words drove me over the edge and I growled as my dick unloaded into the latex, pulsing in his ass.

When I had the strength to pull out, I moved away with a wince and collapsed next to him on the bed. “You okay?”

“Mmhm,” Khi muttered. “So good.”

He eventually stood and reached for his towel. “We’ll shower and then go see Bev, yeah?”

I pushed away a twinge of disappointment. Khi was right. We needed to get ready and go see Bev.

Would he have wanted to cuddle and spend time with you after you fucked his brains out if Bev wasn’t the top priority?

That was a question I didn’t have an answer to and one I really wasn’t feeling strong enough to analyze very closely.

I grabbed my own towel and headed toward the bathroom.

We’d agreed to sex and the possibility of growing the tiny sprout our friendship had formed, nothing more. If I’d stupidly gone and let myself catch feelings over someone I knew looked at me as only a sex buddy, that was my own dumb move.

Once we were ready, we piled into Khi’s car and headed toward the hospital.

Throughout the day, Bev had several visitors and the whole Remington Place crew hung out in the visitors lounge as they were able with shifts, jobs, and responsibilities.

Her doctor had been to see her and spoken to all of us about her diagnosis of diabetes. The doctor in charge of her care at the hospital assured us that, while Bev did have a slight concussion, he didn’t expect any long-term issues. He predicted she’d be able to go home the next day, provided she was able to check her own blood sugar and administer insulin as needed. The dietician would be in contact over the next few weeks as Bev adjusted to a new eating plan that would allow her to keep her sugars in check.

Overall, Bev’s situation had been scary and potentially very dangerous, but it had forced her hand and allowed her family to be aware of her condition so we could support her through it.

When visiting hours ended, those of us who hadn’t had to return to work headed home and spent the next few hours cleaning the house and ridding the pantry and cupboards of foods on Bev’s new list of no-no’s.

“Soooo,” Cooper drawled about a week later as he, Bev, and I sat at the kitchen table drinking tea and eating cookies. Our tea was sweetened with stevia and the cookies were sugar-free and low-carb—but leave it to Bev to have already mastered making any type of cookie absolutely delicious. She’d come out of the hospital with a newfound determination to face this health challenge head-on. Every now and then, she asked Rai, Khi, and I for assistance, and she was still figuring out food exchanges and whatnot, but my aunt was a damn fighter and I was so proud of her.

“Sooooo, what?” I narrowed my eyes at Cooper as he bounced his leg and tapped his fingers on the table. I knew what he was getting at, but I wasn’t just going to spill the tea without making him work for it.

He didn’t even try to hide his damn smile. “You and Khi seem…less at each other’s throats? Maybe more down each other’s throats?”

I nearly choked on the cookie I was chewing.

Bev snorted and whacked Cooper on the back of the head. “Damn, boy, maybe leave a bit to the imagination?”

“What?” Cooper feigned innocence. “It’s not my problem that you’re one of the only elderly people I know who would even get what I was referring to.”

“We’re old, not dumb,” Bev answered drily before turning her attention to me. “Although, I can’t say he’s wrong.” She cocked a brow. “You and Khi do seem to be getting along a lot better.”

I shrugged, not sure if I was ready to divulge everything—but knowing if any two people could get it out of me it would be Cooper and Bev…and Gabby, but thank goodness she wasn’t part of this particular inquisition—and opted for vague. “We’ve been forced to work together. Kinda inevitable we’d get along a bit better.”

“Fact,” Cooper smirked and held up a finger, “I’ve gotten reports, from very reliable sources, that the noises coming from your room are a lot more than getting along better noises.”

I squirmed in my seat and threw a help me glance my aunt’s way, but she just sipped her tea and smirked before quipping, “I’m blessed with a first-floor room, don’t look at me.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Fact,” Cooper continued, adding another finger as if he was working me open like a damn ass being stretched—prepping me to spill all my secrets. “Don’t think I didn’t notice both of you doing the whole I had a cock in my ass last night shuffle and shifting on those terrible waiting room chairs. You all see me as a mild-mannered preschool director,” he paused as Bev and I both snorted, “but there’s more to me than meets the eye. I know what it looks like when a fabulous dicking has been had and both of you exhibit every single sign.”

Just the thought of how good that dick had been—and continued to be, almost daily—had my cheeks flaming hot. “Fine,” I said on a sigh. “You win. You’re right. Khi and I are hooking up. But it’s just sex, nothing more.”

“Oh, for the love of Pete,” Bev said with an exasperated huff. “As much as I love all you children, I sometimes think I’m