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“My bad, I guess Donte didn’t count, huh? Or Sean? Or Amir? Or Q? You know what, girl? You might be a bit of a hoe,” Braelyn laughed, flipping her napkin at Roxy.
“Reason number TWO why I’m not fuckin’ with you.” Roxy crossed her arms and feigned an angry pout.
“ANYWAY, what’s the deal with this dude? And why the hell you boo-hooin’ ova Robb’s lame ass if you boo’d up with someone else?” Braelyn side-eyed Roxy.
“Because girl, when I dead shit with Robb, I want it to be on my terms, not because some THOT is knocked up,” Roxy whined, unwilling to tell her friend that the real reason was her pride, and that pride wouldn’t let her just walk away knowing someone else was having the baby she’d been cheated of the opportunity to give Robb.
“All I know is if the dude is off makin’ families with other chicks, he ain’t worth your time; shit, he BEEN ran outta ‘get outta jail free’ cards, so just cut his ass loose,” Braelyn clapped back, taking a long sip of her glass of wine. “So anyway, this new boo, when do I get to meet him?”
“Umm, I’m not sure,” Roxy choked on her drink, caught off-guard, “I told you girl, I don’t wanna jinx it. Besides, the REAL question is what’s going on with you and dread head,” Roxy again successfully shifted the heat from herself.
“Don’t play, you know her name, and nothing’s going on; we’re just chillin’.”
“Chillin’ is something you do that you don’t have to hide from your fiancé,” Roxy reminded her, “So you’re doin’ a lot more than chillin’ because I know damn well Kai isn’t the reason you been bouncin’ around the office on cloud nine…uh huh, I heard all about it,” Roxy gave her friend a side eye.
“Imma snatch Emery’s tongue out so he can’t run his damn mouth anymore,” Braelyn sighed. “He is so damn extra, ain’t nobody bouncin’ around nowhere. Look, we’re cool, that’s it. We just kick it from time to time, nothing serious.”
“Okay, well tell me this. Is the head game tight? Because she does have some bedroom lips,” Roxy chuckled.
“What the hell are bedroom lips? And what makes you think—”
“Brae, come on. You ain’t gotta to bullshit me. I know damn well she’s tongued you down from head to toe, so is it good?”
Braelyn shifted in the booth, crossing her legs to calm the tingle that had awoken in her clit at the mere mention of Sevaughn’s tongue. “I plead the fifth,” Braelyn beamed, taking another sip of wine.
“Damn, it’s like that? Well shit, I can’t even be mad at you cuz you’d be a fool to pass on some good head…but I will say this: if you’re not feelin’ Kai anymore, you need to just be straight up; don’t drag shit on.”
“Ain’t you the slick black pot callin’ the kettle black?” Braelyn shot back.
“All I’m sayin’ is you’re not a heartbreaker…just think about what you’re doin,” Roxy cautioned.
“Point taken MOM, now can we stop all this heavy talk and have some damn fun?”
Roxy decided to drop the subject and enjoy their much-needed girl time. Half distracted by thoughts of Plan B, Roxy was just happy the thought of her abortion seemed a distant memory for the moment.
Chapter Eleven
Sevaughn burned rubber to make it to the meeting spot in time. Leaving Brooklyn in a freshly fucked slumber, she’d had to rush out the door to make sure she wasn’t late for report. Although they were allowed a lot of leeway when on assignment, Sevaughn’s lead detective was anal about sticking to a routine as much as possible; so twice a week, she and the rest of the team met up to share notes and discuss any developments of interest in the case.
Next in line to replace the lead, Sevaughn’s tenure with the department afforded her a certain measure of privilege, meaning she was free to move about the city of Seattle with no oversight. Her lax schedule gave her a prime opportunity to court Braelyn to her heart’s content, and her access to department resources also ensured she always had a spot to crash at with Braelyn.
Generally a rule-abiding detective, Sevaughn was usually motivated, focused, and ‘by the book’ while undercover, so she quickly found herself regretting the decision to help Brooklyn find her family. Still unsure of how she’d tripped up and fell into a relationship with her, Sevaughn felt torn between helping the girl she cared about and pursuing the girl she dreamt about, but her hero mentality wouldn’t let her hurt Brooklyn to pursue the latter. From what she’d been able to dig up on Brooklyn, she’d had a rough life, one that would have driven any normal person to suicide, so she couldn’t help but admire the fight in Brooklyn. Deep down, however, she knew that their relationship had run its course, and it had gotten harder and harder to make sure Brooklyn’s antics were never traced back to or associated with her in anyway.
Sevaughn’s status as an undercover detective required that she keep a low profile, even when she wasn’t on assignment. She needed to remain a face that could blend in with the crowd. Holding her career as the most valuable thing she had, Sevaughn took care to cover her tracks as she accessed the information and records that Brooklyn needed, stuff that was way out of the scope of her assignment. Still, she couldn’t help but to wonder if the IAB snitches were two steps ahead of everyone. Much to her own surprise, Sevaughn’s regret quickly faded the night she laid eyes on Braelyn’s pretty face in person for the first time.
Having been shuttled from one family member to another as a child, Sevaughn was especially sympathetic to Brooklyn’s pleas for help in finding her family. Deep down, she hoped that finding them would be the glue that Brooklyn needed to put herself back together for good, so she happily agreed to do a bit of recon for Brooklyn, getting close enough to Braelyn to feel her out and see if she might accept or reject Brooklyn reaching out. Sevaughn quickly realized she was in over her head that first night she stood next to Braelyn at the bar; the wetness in her American Eagle briefs was a sure signal that the recon would involve more than she expected.
“Hey, you okay?” Sevaughn’s partner Tony nudged her shoulder.
“Uhh, yeah. I’m good. Sorry, was thinking about something,” Sevaughn replied, snapping out of her daze.
“Well, we need you on point. We’re too close to this bust for any fuck ups,” Tony reminded.
“I got it, I’m good. So what’s the plan for today?” Sevaughn inquired.
“Repeat of last week. Watch, don’t touch, and just lay low...and don’t disappear. It’s been taking you forever to hit me back lately. Stay on point.”
“Got it. Look, I’m gonna roll, want to get in position early. Hit me if you need me,” Sevaughn called behind her, anxious to get to the loft and set things up for Braelyn. She hadn’t seen her in nearly two weeks, so she planned to go all out and blow Braelyn’s mind that day.
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Anxious to get lost in all things Sevaughn, Braelyn watched the clock all afternoon. She packed up and headed for the garage the minute she thought she could reasonably call it an early day. All afternoon, she’d been so engrossed in texting Sevaughn that she estimated she’d completed less than 45 minutes of solid and productive work.
SEVAUGHN: u, me, sand, ocean, skin, wzup?
BRAELYN: sounds dope babe…
SEVAUGHN: then mk it hppn
Braelyn paused, once again put on the spot as Sevaughn demanded more and more of her time—time that she was uneasy about giving up since her feelings for Sevaughn scared her to death.
BRAELYN: soon babe
SEVAUGHN: not soon enuff
BRAELYN: soon, promise
SEVAUGHN: k, rainchk, cn we improvise?
BRAELYN: wat u got in mind?
SEVAUGHN: loft…2nite…all nite…
Braelyn paused for a second before responding. Kai was out of town for work through the end of the week, so she had no problem getting out. She just feared one more night spent with Sevaughn would push her over the edge, and officially into the hot ass mess of being in love with two women at the same time.
BRAELYN: k, cnt wait
SEVAUGHN: u know ur mine, rite?
BRAELYN: lol, urs huh? says who?
SEVAUGHN: u…you’ll b beggin’ 2 b mine when I’m done wit u lol
BRAELYN: xoxoxo
Braelyn sighed and fell back in her chair. Her internet radio stream played Trey Songz’ ‘Disrespectful,’ the perfect soundtrack to what had become her chaotic life. She’d done a pretty good job of juggling her two women thus far, but Kai was starting to question her moves more and more, which meant she knew something was up. An excellent actress, Braelyn had been able to save face thus far and convince Kai to abandon her subtle line of questioning each time, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to fake the funk. Just the other night before Kai left for her trip, she’d almost slipped up and called her Sevaughn mid-orgasm, but again, she’d played it off flawlessly.
Making her way through traffic with almost no delays, Braelyn was pulling into the underground lot just as her phone buzzed with Sevaughn’s usual text to make sure she’d made it across the midtown bridge with no problem. Snatching up her overnight bag disguised as a gym bag, Braelyn stepped onto the elevator, keyed in the code, and leaned against the wall in deep thought as it whizzed her to the top floor. Before she slipped too far into deep thought, the car came to a stop, doors parted, and her eyes came to rest on Sevaughn’s dimpled million-dollar smile.
Leading Braelyn off the elevator by the hand, Sevaughn wrapped her up into a tight hug, grazing Braelyn’s right ear with her warm lips.
“Mmmm, my brown sugar,” Sevaughn breathed into her ear between soft suckles.
“Mmmm, you smell so fuckin’ good, babe.” Braelyn melted in Sevaughn’s arms.
“Not better than you taste,” Sevaughn teased as she scooped Braelyn up and showered her with kisses as autopilot kicked in. Her feet instinctively led her to the bedroom where she laid Braelyn across the satin duvet, pushed her skirt up, snatched her thong off, and buried her face into the best meal she’d had since their last rendezvous.
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Spraying a few puffs of her Miss Dior perfume, Roxy snatched up her keys, desperate to get out the door before Robb made it back to the house. She’d been extra careful not to get caught slippin’ since Robb damn near laid her ass out that night a few months back. Since the nightmares of her abortion had returned, she could barely stand to look at him, so she avoided him as much as possible. He’d been putting in extra hours to stack extra money for the baby his side chick was expecting, so Roxy rarely saw him anyway.
Heading across the city, Roxy welcomed the distraction that thoughts of Plan B gave her. Never had she been with anyone like Plan B, and Plan B took full advantage of that, taking her body to new heights each time they laid down. Roxy felt a chill race up her spine just thinking of Plan B 's lips and touch. As much as she relished this new flame with Plan B, Roxy knew she was descending into a deep abyss of trouble, one that was bound to erupt and burn everyone involved, but she didn’t care.
Fuck it, you only live once and Imma get mine, she thought to herself. Just as she began to bob her head to “Often” by the Weeknd, Plan B’s picture flashed across her in-dash monitor, signaling an incoming call.
“Baby, you can make this pussy rain, often,” Roxy playfully sang the song lyrics to Plan B.
“Damn right, I’ll make that shit rain e’ry day,” Plan B coolly replied.
“I’m tryin’ to let ALL the damn neighbors know ya name!”
“Believe me, they already know from the last time, with yo wild ass,” Plan B giggled.
“Well, they gonna know even LOUDER tonight!”
“But uhh, I got some news for ya,” Plan B whispered teasingly.
“Hmm, lemme think…you got that sex swing!” Roxy exclaimed.
“Even better. I got all week to suck and fuck that pussy till it can’t rain no more – I’m yours ‘till the weekend.”
“What?! Are you serious?! Oh my gosh, really?! Damn, I’m ‘bout to ride yo face till you look like a Krispy Kreme donut,” Roxy squealed excitedly.
“Well hurry up, ma. How long till you get here? I’m thirsty.”
“Five minutes away bae, and Imma drown that ass ‘till you ain’t thirsty no more,” Roxy boasted. Roxy disconnected the call, beaming with excitement for the session that Plan B was about to unleash on her body – she didn’t know if she was more excited about feeling Plan B or having Plan B for the whole week.
Chapter Twelve
Intended to serve as a safe house for the undercover operation, Sevaughn’s loft was located in a warehouse district on the city’s east side. Normally a vice detective, the undercover tasking couldn’t have come along at a better time since Sevaughn had met Braelyn 6 months into her assignment. Sevaughn served her own personal agenda as she repurposed the loft to serve as a temporary love nest to court Braelyn. Tucked away from the busy surface roads and devoid of any significant foot traffic, the loft allowed Sevaughn and Braelyn to lay up tucked away from the deep reality of their day-to-day lives, an oasis of sorts that was nearly invisible in the surrounding urban landscape. Sevaughn was nearly stress-free anytime she was at the loft, content to be tucked away from prying eyes…or so she thought.
Dead set on letting her own eyes witness just how close Sevaughn and Braelyn were getting, Brooklyn was posted up in the black SUV, tucked away amidst a cluttering of shipping containers. Sevaughn had been more distant lately, and seemed to have almost no interest in sex, so Brooklyn wasn’t about to sit back and passively allow her to slip away. Where she first suspected Sevaughn was just caught up in fucking Braelyn, she had begun to fear that there was a real attraction beyond the physical, and she knew she had to take action like yesterday.
Positioned directly across the street from the entry of Sevaughn’s underground garage, Brooklyn had a clear view of Braelyn’s arrival. She’d followed Sevaughn a few times to the loft, although this was the first time she’d caught Braelyn there. Always aiming to stay two steps ahead, Brooklyn had used her own gumshoe surveillance to lift the code for the elevator. She’d made two visits to the loft when she was sure Sevaughn was away, both times becoming intimately familiar with the layout. She’d used the second visit to perfect her floor navigation in the dark, becoming proficient at dodging all furniture, artwork, and other obstacles. Brooklyn even learned the creaky spots on the stairs and was able to descend the spiral staircase without making a sound.
Tonight, however, was Brooklyn’s first visit while the loft was occupied. Spending the past few hours engrossed in a full on debate with herself aloud, she’d waited a few hours until after she’d observed the windows go black, signaling the love birds had likely turned in for the evening. Brooklyn had long ago crossed the threshold of obsession and fell full on into a fatal attraction with Braelyn; it was this attraction that piqued her desire to observe the climactic moments of the lustful encounters shared between Braelyn and Sevaughn. She wanted to, needed to see her face, hear her moans, witness it all just to see how similar they were to her own. She wanted to know if Sevaughn pleasured Braelyn in the same manner as her, or if she perhaps had a special kind of fuck reserved for Braelyn.
Stealthily making her way across the street and into the garage, Brooklyn slid into the elevator, punched in the code, and tensed all over as the car delivered her to the intended destination. She felt a nervous lump form in her throat as she noticed she was holding her breath. Charged with anticipation, her heart pounded with such force that she felt every beat in her ear canal. She exhaled, then sucked in a deep breath just as the doors of the elevator eased open.
Stepping off the elevator, Brooklyn stepped out of her shoes and aligned herself with the invisible path she’d marked during her last visit. She made her way through the living room area, taking notice of the two empty wine glasses standing on the sofa table. Taking in a cursory view of the room, she noticed several pieces of clothing resting on the floor in a jumbled pile. Damn, had to have it right then and there, huh? she thought to her
self. She continued her examination of the downstairs area, her calculated steps leading her through the dining area and into the kitchen.
She eventually reached the staircase and took a deep breath as she stepped up onto the first step. Closing her eyes to maintain focus, she successfully climbed the entire staircase in complete silence. Pleased that she hadn’t lost her touch, she stepped onto the landing and allowed her eyes to readjust to her surroundings before padding down the hall to the bedroom. The door had been left slightly ajar, allowing her a clear view of the bed before she entered the room. Just as she had hoped, she caught Sevaughn and Braelyn tangled in the sheets. Braelyn was positioned on her back, stretched spread eagle cross the bed. Brooklyn squinted her eyes for additional focus, and confirmed that Braelyn’s wrists were stretched over her head, each fastened to the columns that rested on each side of the bed. Sevaughn’s face was buried deep between Braelyn’s legs. Braelyn’s moans danced through the air, bounced off the walls, and seemed to float directly up to Brooklyn’s ears. Ankles fastened behind Sevaughn’s head, Braelyn’s hips rose and fell, obviously matching the darting tongue action being showered up and down her clit. Slipping through the crack in the door, Brooklyn silently stepped inside the room, wanting a closer view of the two lovers.
As Braelyn neared an orgasmic release, Sevaughn withdrew her face, leaned back on her knees, and pushed Braelyn’s legs higher as she traded her tongue stimulation for the flurried action of her fingers. Her right hand on Braelyn’s clit, Sevaughn slid her left index and middle fingers between Braelyn’s lips, her wetness now spilling over and running down the crack of her ass. Sevaughn read Braelyn’s body and sensed she was close to cumming, so she adjusted her entry, now firmly pressing and rubbing that magical spot strategically tucked inside Braelyn’s walls.