“Or you could just do more favors for me since I don’t see him buying you any super amazing gifts. It’s not his fault, though. We can’t all be as thoughtful as I am.”
Harlee clapped her hands in delight. She’d spent hours trying to decide what Jerome would like best and had sent Remi at least twenty pictures asking if he knew whether or not Jerome already owned what she was considering. “I’m so happy!” she said, her arms wrapped around him. “We should do this every week. Then you’ll always have something good to look forward to!”
“I wanted to give you something to thank you for a few weeks ago, when you took some of Remi’s appointments for him,” she said. She held out the box for him to take.
“I really needed a few days to, like, get my shit together and I just…couldn’t be alone. Having Remi with me made everything better and that was only possible because of you, hence the gift. So, thank you.”
“Shit. Better start doin’ him favors more often.” Jerome took the box from her and hurried to sit on a low brick wall nearby, putting it in his lap so he could open it. By the time he was done, Charlie had sat down next to him, and after calming his initial giddy surprise, he kissed her on the cheek and hugged her, smile still wide on his face.
“This’s the best thing that’s happened all week. Thank you.”
“Jerome!” Harlee called. She had asked Remi earlier where Jerome would be and had visited a few spots he’d given her before finding him. In her arms was a professionally wrapped package holding a thank you gift for him - a pair of designer sneakers with a matching leather jacket. “I have a little present for you!”
“Hey!” Jerome greeted Charlie with a smile, pleasantly surprised at seeing a friendly face in the middle of his work day.
“That’s for me?” His smile widened further as he eyed the gift box in her arms. “How come?”
“Surprisingly, that is not the first time someone has said that about me.”
I prefer cappuccinos, personally, but it was too hot today. My…friend Charlotte always gets some sort of iced concoction so I thought I might give it a try. Do you get it often?”
“‘Cause it’s true!” Jerome smiled wider, delighted that some stranger somewhere shared his impression.
“It’s all I get, man; I can’t drink hot coffee, ‘less there’s… somethin’ else in it.” He laughed, wondering if his accidental cup thief would understand.
Jerome chuckled quietly at Rosalie’s musings, watching her through lowered lashes as he lay flat on his back, exhausted. The air in the room grew tangy as Remi lit a cigarette that he’d probably fished out of his discarded jeans.
“I ain’t gettin’ up anytime soon,” he replied, contentedly closing his eyes, and the three of them lay there in silence, heads spinning from Remi’s pills, tired and sweaty from the act they’d just performed, but content. Happy.
Jerome heard Remi’s breath steadying just as he drifted off to sleep himself, Rosalie wedged between them with her dark hair fanning out on both their shoulders.
After accepting Rosalie’s phone, Remi squinted at the text chain, focusing hard to try and read it. When he was done, he gave it back to her, unable to hide his surprise. If he was honest, there was no way in hell that he’d ever thought Rosalie had it in her, but he was drunk and he was high, and he didn’t see why not.
“Fine,” he replied after a moment, looking over her slender body. “Fuck it. But I ain’t touchin’ his dick, and I ain’t kissin’ him. ‘Kay? Those’re the rules.” Remi smiled, his eyes searching her face as he leaned closer to her, his smile growing wider. “Kay?” He nodded, and she copied the movement, and then their lips met.
It was no innocent kiss. Immediately upon contact, Remi parted his lips and let his tongue slide against hers, his head still resting on the floor. Extending his arms, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, kissing her more greedily, shifting to kiss along her jaw and down her neck.
Rosalie raised a brow, “Fine. Y’all can focus on touching me. Sounds much funner.” She didn’t say much more, nodding to his terms, and instantly meeting his lips in a dirty kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pulled her closer, her hips rippling against his as his lips burned down her neck.
Her high made her feel everything so much more intensely, and her sighs and moans were uninhibited, her mouth inches from his ear as her hands wandered his body. She pulled away, using her small body to push him onto his back, straddling over his lap, her lust filled eyes watching his as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.
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When Jerome arrived at Rosalie’s apartment, he walked right in on Remi and Rosalie, having started without him. However, they quickly noticed his presence, and Rosalie even met his eyes as he walked through the door. He was given a couple of red pills and a glass of wine that he downed quickly, and then the three of them were off to the bedroom, discarding clothes along the way.
The high came on quickly, and before long they were all a tangle of naked limbs on the bed. Rosalie was beautiful as ever, moaning prettily as she sat between them, pleasuring both at the same time, her dark hair falling across her face. Jerome ran his hands through it, bunching it up in his fists, watching her, rosy-cheeked, eyes closed, pink lips wrapped around him, low moans sounding from her throat.
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