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29: Tiesha And The Make Up III

Tiesha went straight to sleep the second her head hit the pillow. She didn’t even remember closing her eyes.

Somewhere between exhaustion and afterglow, her body had gone heavy, sinking into the mattress like it was swallowing her whole.

She had no idea when Ky’Mon pulled out of her, no idea when the warmth between her legs faded and the sheets cooled.

She didn’t hear him leave for the trap. She didn’t hear the front door click shut.

The next thing she knew, the room was still dark, shadows of the blinds slicing across the wall, and she was still in the same position she’d been in when she passed out.

The scent of him—clean sweat, cologne, a faint trace of weed—clung to the bed like he’d never left.

“Lil mama, wake up. You gotta eat somethin’,” he murmured, voice low and scratchy from the night air.

His fingers tapped her ass lightly, not hard, just enough to make her shift.

She groaned into the pillow, dragging the duvet over her head like she could block him out.

“Nah, get yo’ ass up,” he said, voice sharpening. “You been sleepin’ all day.”

The duvet vanished in one pull. Cold air rushed over her bare skin, and goosebumps chased up her arms. She curled into herself, refusing to open her eyes.

“Dick a girl this good, she gon’ be knocked out ‘til tomorrow,” he teased, and she could hear the smirk in his voice.

That made her eyes snap open.

He was grinning down at her, but she wasn’t in the mood. She pushed herself up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, irritation burning through the haze of sleep. She made it one step before her knees buckled.

Her body hit the carpet, the jolt waking her up fully.

“You good?” he asked, crouching beside her instantly.

“You broke my back,” she groaned, rubbing at her lower spine. The ache there throbbed deep, reminding her exactly why she’d slept so long.

He grinned, shameless. “Damn, I did you bad.”

She shot him a glare. He didn’t even look guilty—didn’t even bother putting on a shirt, just crouched there, muscles flexing with every small movement.

Ky’Mon helped her back into bed like she weighed nothing, then disappeared into the bathroom. She heard water running, a drawer sliding open, the faint scrape of a toothbrush.

When he came back out, he sat on the edge of the mattress, leaning over to look at her.

“Ion think you gon’ make it to work Monday,” he said, smirking again. “That pussy gon’ be hurtin’ for a while.”

She sighed and tucked her legs up under the blanket. “I gotta go to Lowe’s house tomorrow. You can drop me there?”

He nodded. “But I’mma pick you up by nine.”

He didn’t wait for her to argue. Instead, he slid his arms under her and scooped her up, carrying her into the bathroom.

Warm steam from earlier still clung to the tiles. He set her down gently in the tub, then sat on the edge, his hand brushing her knee.

“You need to meet my sisters,” he said out of nowhere.

She looked up at him. “Why?”

“’Cause wifey always meets family.”