Got the Life (A Nicki Sosebee Novel) by Jade C. Jamison Read Free Book Online Page B

so why bother to get to know them?
    The complex was noisy tonight.  It sounded like several of the tenants were playing in the pool on the other side of the building Nicki was in, and they were being loud.  Nicki knew some of the older tenants would be calling the cops later if the rowdy bunch didn’t settle down.  The noise distracted her, though, so she didn’t hear Carlos walking behind her.  As she inserted the key into the lock in her ground floor apartment, she felt hands slide around her waist, making her gasp with fear at first .  But then she realized who it must be, and his lips on her bare neck confirmed it.   She unlocked the door, turned the knob, and it creaked open, but she felt paralyzed.  She couldn’t even turn around.  She just bent her neck to give Carlos better exposure as a tiny groan escaped her lips.
    His left hand moved from her waist and cupped her right breast, and even through the heavy fabric of her shirt, she felt her nipple harden at his attention.  His other hand moved to her waistband, where he began unbuttoning her pants.  What was he doing?   She didn’t want him to get into her pants in front of her apartment, but she couldn’t ask him to stop.  It felt too good.   And her outside light was off, so there was no spotlight on the activity.   So when his fingers found their way under the snug confines of her panties, she felt her breathing grow heavier, and she just let herself go.  Carlos’s lips and tongue still ravished her neck.  “Come for me, mi dulzura. ”  Her right arm dropped the purse in her hands and she lifted it up, winding her fingers through his hair.
    “Mmmm,” she purred, getting closer.
    “That’s right.”  His other hand had unbuttoned the top one on her shirt and had made its way inside, and it was working the same magic on her nipple that the other was doing to her clit.  She felt herself coming and grabbed on to the doorjamb, stuffing her mouth onto her forearm to stop herself from waking any neighbors who might be asleep .
    She felt a fine sheen of perspiration cross her brow as she caught her breath.  Carlos extricated his hand from her pants and picked up her purse.  Her legs felt like jelly.  “So, this is home?”
    Nicki managed a smile and pulled the key out of the lock, reaching inside the doorway and turning on the light.  “Yep.  Mi casa es su casa , right?”
    He followed her inside.  “ Muy bien …very good.”
    She took a deep breath and zipped the pants up, not bothering with the button.  She didn’t plan on wearing the uniform for too long.  “So, can I get you something to drink?”
    He declined and sat on a beige chair in her living room .  So after Nicki drank a tall glass of water, she returned the favor and gave Carlos a long, drawn-out blow job where he sat , her uniform still on.  Then she insisted on a shower.  He joined her and shampooed her hair, and then they made love one more time, in her bed of all places.  As Nicki drifted off to sleep, she heard the sounds of the pool party dying down at last.
    * * *
    She awoke the next morning as the sun was starting to fill her room.  Carlos was getting out of bed.  “Leaving so soon?”
    He nodded.  “It’s after seven.  I need to return the truck to my friends, and I promised to spend breakfast with them.  And then I need to call your friend after eight and see how much more time he thinks he’ll need to fix my bike.”
    Nicki stretched and sat up, the sheet falling to her waist .  “Did he say what the problem is?”
    “Mmm…you shouldn’t do that,” he said, looking at her breasts.  “It makes it hard to leave.”
    Nicki grinned , locking her hands together behind her head, making her breasts more prominent .  “Don’t you want to say goodbye first?”  And so he did…in the language of love.  Luckily for Nicki, he was fluent in that tongue.
    After he left, she showered and dressed.  She planned today to interview Jason Edwards