She reached up to pull my head down and before I could process it I was in Yvette Black's mouth. Our tongues coiled and wrestled and her mouth was thi...k with the dissolving cinnamon cream. She was right. It tasted good. Her soft moans urged me as I ran my hand up her back. Her hand gripping my hair scratched and caressed, and then, after an eternity but far too soon, gently pulled to tell me to stop. A thick strand of saliva and cinnamon connected our parting mouths, breaking to fall onto her. “Oh my gosh,” she said, “where are my manners! Aunt Delia would you like something, coffee, tea?”“Coffee if you have it made,” she said. “It’s the one addiction I still can plead guilty to.” Stacey smiled, and headed into the kitchen. She put together a new pot of coffee and came back to sit across from the older woman while it brewed.“So anyway, what brings you here today? How are you doing? I mean...” said Stacey.“I’m better. I take my meds regularly and follow doctor’s orders and I’m doing. " Don't Allison Ann me," Allison said, cutting her off. "I'm Charlie now, Charlotte if you're pissed at me, and he knew damn well I wasn't going to go along with this. He's just trying to drag you into the middle because he knows that you'll back him up. Go ahead, ask him." James?" my mom had said, cocking her head and adding a silent question mark after the name.I resisted the urge to give 'Charlie' a dirty look. "That is not the only reason I came in person, Mom. Charlotte and I talked about. And, God help him, now that he’d woken up with her in his arms, all he could think about was having her in his bed, naked and wanting him with a desperation that matched his own. He never should have touched her. A sardonic smile settled on his mouth, he acted like he had a choice in the matter when it came to wanting Rainey. The truth was that he had practically no free will when she was around. Everything in him drew him to her with a sometimes frightening urgency. So why have you been.