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I felt it.

Hot. Thick. Pumping.

He kept stroking through it, filling me up, moaning in my ear while I came on his dick.

By the time we finished, I was sitting on the edge of the bed catching my breath while Xay cleaned himself up.

I looked at him.

“What the fuck is going on with you and Heather?”

He stopped for half a second.

Then kept doing what he was doing.

“Girl, you still on that shit?”

“Yes, I’m still on that shit.”

“Avery.”

“You think I didn’t see y’all niggas talking at the baby shower?”

“We talked because Sam was bitching about me not congratulating her.”

“And Halloween?”

He sucked his teeth.

“No, answer me. When you was fucking me in your wife’s bathroom and Heather kept calling your phone, you thought I was just gonna forget that shit?”

“Ain’t shit going on with me and Heather.”

I watched his face.

“You fucking her?”

“No.”

That came quick.

Maybe too quick.

I narrowed my eyes.

Xay tossed what he had in his hand toward the trash.

“Man, fuck all that. I got some real shit I need to ask you.”

My mouth dropped open.

“Nigga, you really just dismissed my fucking feelings?”

“I’m not dismissing you.”

“You literally just did.”

“I’m in a bind right now, Ave.”