Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
“These are mine now. What is the apartment number?” Raven asks as Angela’s huge eyes move from my hand to Raven.
“Ummm, yes…sorry. Excuse me, I have a little…throat tickle here. Yes, we are going to 404.” Angela turns and walks toward the building, and we follow, hand in hand.
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My first impression of the apartment is pretty Indifferent. Raven only requires more than one room, while I don’t care about the space as long as it is structurally sound to accommodate us,
“This unit here is a one bedroom, but as you can see, all the rooms are decent-sized. Angela talks as we both walk around the rooms, looking everything over. Raven opens random cupboards and closets as I knock on the walls and check the water pressure.
“This complex is fairly new. I don’t think you will find any issues with the walls. Angela gestures to all the new fixtures in the kitchen, like Raven and I would care about that.
“Drywall isn’t holding up very well to our activities,” I inform Angela, who scrunches her brows at me in confusion.
“What activities are those? If I know it will help me narrow down your search. You may need brick.” Angela asks as Raven exits the would-be bedroom.
“He is trying to tell you that when we sex it up, things usually break,” Raven answers for me.
“True that. I don’t like the vibes here either. We should go to the next one.” I motioned toward the door for Raven to follow me.
“The vibes are incorrect?” Angela says from somewhere behind us.
“Well, they aren’t correct. Let’s roll Fireball.”
The next apartment Angela leads us to is larger than the first, but again, it has drywall. We may need to look at cabins at this point.
“Two bedroom with a large master bath. It also has new carpet and a back deck.” Angela gestures around as Raven starts her perusal.
“Again, drywall. We may need to look at a cabin.” I suggest.
“I’m not sure if we have any available.” Angela pulls out her computer and climbs up on a rather tall stool to start looking for a cabin, I suppose.
“Fireball, come here.” Raven enters the kitchen area again, and my suspicions are right.
“This counter is too tall. Abnormally so. Look how tall the stool is that you are on. It would be fine for me, but even Raven isn’t tall enough, and she’s perfect.” I walk behind Raven and bend her over the counter. Of course, I pull her hair back so she can get a good look at Angela.
My all-day teasing just amped up times a thousand now that Fireball feels she needs to be territorial around Angela. My antics will only drive her into more lust, and she will go along with it to spite this woman.
Which means I will not die teasing her all day.
See, this counter is way too high. It is fine for me, but my girl is tall and she can barely touch the ground on her tippy toes in this position. I need her more stable or the whole damn thing will collapse. RIP futon.”
“Piss on that futon,” Raven replies.
I’m firmly pressed against my mate, thinking terrible things before I remember my plans. “New place, Angela. No drywall.”
“No drywall.” She repeats, hopping off the stool and hurrying out of the apartment.
“How many more apartments do you have in/you today?” I ask Fireball, undecided if I want to know for sexy reasons or if I want to know if I can really torture her for that long..
“None if you keep me over the counter.”
“Awwww, is my Fireball trying to play/tough?” I backed up from the counter, taking her with me. I place her down on the floor and then bend down, throwing he over my shoulder. I smack her ass and carry her out of the apartment.
Raven
“You rotten motherfu…” I could strangle Cyrus right now. He pulled me off the bike and started rubbing his big ass thughs over my tits through my shirt then just quit. QUIT.
“No, no Fireball. Bad girls who rub crotches on motorcycle rides don’t get their nip nips played with. The smug bastard is wearing a proud smile as he stands before me, waiting for death.
“Then you shouldn’t have started.” Eyes, throat, groin. All are easily accessible. Amateur.
“Baby, I started with you before we left the house.” That does it. I bring my knee up into his groin and drop him to the ground below. That should serve as a reminder for the next time he thinks teasing me all day would be a good idea.
“Ay Papi.. Cyrus yelps as his knees hit the ground, holding his crotch monster.
“Did you just yell for your daddy?” I shake my head as he brings one knee up and plants his boot on the ground, attempting to breathe through the pain.
“Sure as shit not yelling for my mommy.” Yeah, Cyrus got a shitty hand on that front.
I bend down, getting face to face with Cyrus. “I’m your mommy now, so be a good boy and get up so we can look at this cabin.”
“You’re so damn nasty Fireball. I’m going to do obscene things to you that are probably illegal in 38.5 packs when we get our first home.” Cyrus smiles as we hear a throat clearing.
“Yes, still here. This is the only cabin I have open aside from building your own.” Angela informs us as I take my mate’s hand and help him to his feet.
Again, she misses the mark. This cabin looks like a tiny shit hole and the overgrown weeds surrounding it doesn’t help. Maybe the inside will be spectacular or some shit.
I was wrong.
“Why does this place look familiar?” Cyrus asks as I scrunch my nose up in disgust as we enter.
“It was Billy’s,” Angela says. Billy lived like a slob.
“Who was Billy?” I ask as I shove my nose down into my shirt.
“Bloated Billy. Lived as a hermit. He died. Took a while to find him in here.” Cyrus wanders around looking the place over.
“That’s why it stinks,” I swear, if he shoves me over anything in here, I will slap the hell out of him. Every surface is covered with moldy food, garbage, and newspapers.
“He also died here.” Angela interrupts as if she is providing me with new information,
“I’m aware of how rotting bodies smell, Angela.”
“Raven, do not give Angela nightmares.” Cyrus enters the small living space again from somewhere.
“Stop saying her name,” I growl. I do not like hearing it on the tongue that belongs to me.
“Awww, love you too, Fireball.”
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
On her wedding anniversary, Alicia is drugged and stumbles into the wrong room—straight into the arms of the powerful Caden Ward, a man rumored never to touch women. Their night of passion shocks even him, especially when he discovers she’s still a virgin after two years of marriage to Joshua Yates.