Page 81 of Lyric Squared

“Yeah. It can wait. Needed to get out of dodge to clear your head, huh?”

“Had to change the weather, my nigga. Channing cold as that fucking cell right now.” I chuckled, running my hand down my beard while watching Lyric as she watched me silently.

“I feel you. I’m trying to get out of here before Ever drops my little nigga. She needs the break.”

“So do you.”

“So do I,” he agreed, “but she definitely needs it.”

We’ll get the girls, I wanted to offer, but I held back. When the time came, hopefully we’d be able to. I loved those three little ones as if they were my own.

“I’m going to let you go, homie. Hit me when you touch down.”

“Bet.”

I ended the call with a sigh. Simultaneously, Lyric released a long stream of air. She’d been holding her breath the entire time I was on the phone. With a shake of the head, she smiled.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning,” I replied while stretching my arms straight above my head.

“Sorry.”

“One month, Lyric. That’s all you have. One month.”

“One m–” she started but was cut off by her ringing cell.

She held it in the air and showed me the name on the screen before answering.

“Luca, what did I do to deserve this call?”

I couldn’t hear what he was saying on the other line, neither was I interested. I used the time to get out of bed. When I stood and my morning wood tented my boxers, I immediately felt Lyric’s eyes on me – on it. Those pouty lips of hers stuck out a bit more as desire filled her orbs.

I quickly reminded her of our pact with a shake of my hand. Then, I stuck it deep into my briefs and readjusted my hard. The sliminess on my fingers when I removed it turned Lyric’s lips upward until she formed a smile.

I’d need to clean that up, and I’d need to lock the door while doing so because otherwise, the rest of it was going inher pussy for sure. There was no doubting it. If she came into the bathroom behind me, she wouldn’t be leaving the same. A waddle, throbbing, and cum-filled pussy was the only way she’d emerge.

ELEVEN

I didn’t wantit to come to an end, but I knew that it soon would. My body felt like putty as it was kneaded, poked, rubbed, and caressed. I wasn’t sure how much longer we had in our sixty-minute couples massage but I knew that it wasn’t a lot. The masseuse had worked her way to my feet and then back up my body a second time. I was oiled to perfection and Keanu was… asleep.

“Thank you,” the masseuses both said simultaneously.

“Thank you,” I responded, immediately wishing we’d book at least one more massage before our flight was scheduled the next night.

I’d gotten countless massages in the States and countries I’d visited in my lifetime, but nothing compared to the one I’d justbeen given. It had put my baby right to sleep. He was dead to the world.

Before waking him, I sat across from him with my feet dangling from the bed simply admiring his dark, smooth skin. It was perfect, not a blemish in sight. Peacefully, he slept like a baby. The thought of disturbing him didn’t sit well with me, but I knew that we had to get a move on it. We’d already slept the entire morning and almost all the evening. I imagined we both needed to catch up on our rest. Or maybe it was the fact that we were at peace in one another’s presence, inducing disapproving amounts of sleep.

“Keanu,” I called out to him as I slid back into the floor-length dress that I’d brought on the trip. He didn’t budge.

“Baby,” I whispered in his ear, nudging him as I did so. “We have to get out of here. Wake up, baby.”

“I don’t want to.” He yawned, rolling over and pulling me closer to him. ”Come ‘er.”

“Babe,” I chuckled, “come on. Get up.”

“I’m up. You’re already dressed?”