Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 4: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) Read Free

head underwater and pushed me in between her legs, gave me air and shove me back in again.

    She was not a speaker – she was the speaker for the night. She was the organizer of the event, giving out awards to beaming small business men and women, along with significant checks or products, (one elderly guy almost breaking down when she awarded him a new walk-in freezer for his butcher shop), all earned by the money collected from gatherings like these,( which I learned later started at $1000/plate. Yikes).

    When the awards were given out it was time for schmoozing. Lia was adept at breaking the ice between some of the wide-eyed recipients and their more famous attendees. She weaved in and out the circles, bringing people who needed contacts together.

    It was an amazing skill and I shook my head in wonder.  

    “She’s something, isn’t she?”

    “Brenda!”  

    She smiled, looking stunning in a flowing patterned dress, her skin glowing with vibrancy.

    Her polished finger brushed the sleeve of my blue dress. “I see Lia got you out of those 80’s pant suits.”  

    I flushed, shaking my head. “I wore that one time and still, I’m getting shit about it.”

    Brenda laughed. “As you should.”

    “So, what are you doing here?”

    She raised her brows, “I have been known to give back to my community from time to time.”

    “Oh, yeah… sorry.”

    “Don’t be.” She tilted her head. “How are you?”

    My smile must’ve been shakier than I thought because she moved closer, touching my arm. “Stings a bit, huh?”

    “What does?”

    “Sharing her.”

    I looked away. It's not a fucking picnic, no.

    “Meghan, you are not the first. You will not be the last.” She touched my arm again. “Now, I’m not saying there’s malice in her. She won’t dump you or tire of you, or otherwise mistreat you.”

    I fingered a glass in my hand. “Then, what?”

    “It will be you who leaves. You will be a woman on a raft in the ocean, thinking the sun shines only for you. And though you’ll know it isn’t true, you will try to convince yourself it is.”

    “She said that perhaps…”, I sighed, taking a glass of water from a server passing by, “that she may love me.”

    Brenda looked at me, almost pityingly. “Did she say she would love only you? Did she say she would stop dating others?”

    She leaned closer. “Do you think you could stand the intensity she invests in you for more than, say, a few weeks, a month?”

    I thought of all the various escapades I had with Lia, in less than a week. More orgasms with another person than I’ve had in a year. Maybe five years if I’m totally honest.

    “Sunburn.” I murmured wryly, taking a sip.

    “Exactly.” Brenda said approvingly, “I’m not saying you can’t handle the occasional tan or two, but don’t scorch yourself girl. The sun will always be there.”

    “She said I could hurt her.”

    Brenda looked at me, surprised. “Well, what do you think I’ve been saying, Meghan? She cares for you and I care for her. I want you to know exactly who you’re dealing with before you go frolicking in the land of La-La love, thinking there’s marriage and picket fences and cute little bi-racial babies in the future.”

    I turned around, finding Lia in a crowd of laughing people, all eyes drawn to her presence, her vibrancy a warm glow to bask in.  

    “What about Azina? They’re together.”

    Brenda sighed, taking her own glass. “Azina and I have our…issues. But, Lia and Zi are together the way packs of Lionesses are together. They are hunters. You dear, are a baby gazelle.”

    I raised my eyebrows, laughing a bit at the image. “A baby gazelle, though? Not even one of those somewhat clumsy but still spry juvenile ones?”

    “Sweetheart, I took one look at you and I practically saw the cord still attached. Don’t tell me, but I bet the first, ahem … tryst happened within one day of meeting Lia.”

    Twenty fucking minutes.