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“I thought we were getting to know one another. Are you saying you want to be with me?”
Pushing through my nervousness and fears, I replied, “Yeah, I do. Otherwise, I’m going to jail because I can’t stand when another man looks at you like he can have you. I wanted to hurt MJ and he’s been my boy since high school. I still want to meet this neighbor you seem to trust.” I gazed into her beautiful face. “I don’t want to lose you again after finally finding you. Scared I’ll mess it up somehow. And it’s not about controlling my dick. My daughter cured me of fucking around on women the minute she told me she liked a boy. I have to be an example for her so that she won’t accept shitty men.”
She rubbed my cheek. “Where is your daughter?”
“She’s a social work major at Prairieview. We eat at least one meal together every week. She’s my pride and joy.” I beamed. “You and she will get along so well. Probably much better than she does with her own mama.”
“I can’t wait to meet her.” She rested her chin on my chest. “What’s her name?”
“Jalisah.”
She chuckled. “You came up with that name.”
“How do you know? Oh, never mind.”
We smiled and replied together, “Truth or Dare at Trinity’s sixteenth party.”
“I remember being so impressed that you had your children’s names already picked out.” She suddenly settled her naked body on top of mine, took my blunt out of my hand, and puffed. Her eyes widened. “Wait, am I going to get sick because there’s nothing on my stomach?”
“This is Durban Poison. It’s supposed to help with nausea. Provides energy, focus, and creativity. If it does affect you, then it just means we order room service.” I replied, observing the strait-laced woman I met a month ago, laying on top of me, her braids draped over her naked breasts. “I’m already corrupting you.”
“Why do you insist on having this perception of us as this bad boy/good girl dynamic? When we were children and teenagers, that fit. Now, it’s about choices we willingly make.” She kissed me. “Like right now, you’re being all philosophical, and what I want is for you to fuck me. I’ve waited almost twenty-five years for your dick, and I’m nowhere finished with it. Because you were supposed to get some on prom night.”
I placed the blunt on the side table. “Real talk. I was prepared to have blue balls on prom night. Figured you wouldn’t give it up until we’d been official for a few months.” I curved my hands to her face. “How did I get so lucky to move into the house next to you?”
Spirit gazed at me adoringly, and my heart quickened at the expression I’d seen so many times when we were young. Before I could second-guess myself, I confessed, “I love you, Spirit Angel Kimble.”
She inhaled deeply, and I traced her lower lip with my thumb.
“I’m not expecting a response. As a matter of fact, I want you to wait, even if you want to tell me you love me too. Wait until we’re back in Houston. When we’re back in the restaurant, and you’re pissed with me about something or another. Then I’ll receive it.”
Reaching down between us, she grasped my erection and slid me inside of her without a condom. She started rocking her hips. “Mmm...we can get a condom if you want. I had to feel you inside of me naturally.”
“I haven’t felt a woman’s pussy in years. Fuck. I’m not going to last long.” My hands grasped her waist, and my thumbs teased her nipples. “So if you don’t want me to bust a nut inside of you, you better let me put a condom on.”
Spirit only raised her arms in the air like the genie she’d been when I caught her dancing in the kitchen and continued riding me. Her breasts were mine for the taking and lifted enough to suckle one while roughly playing with the other one. She moved faster against me and closed her eyes tight. Her end was also already near. I gripped her hips and held her down as I thrust upward, over and over, faster and faster, the friction of her wetness and my hardness propelling me quickly into an urgent need to explode. She now held on to my chest as I pumped at a breakneck speed, and I crooned, “I’m about to....come...” as cum spurt up and inside of her. I wanted my seed inside of her, so I continued to thrust inside until I emptied myself. Hoping selfishly that we made a baby.
Chapter 8
Spirit
March 25
Jace held my hand as we met his daughter at a popular brunch spot. “Relax, she’ll love you.”
“Telling your mother that we’re dating was so much easier than this because she’s always known me. I know how important your daughter is to you, and if she doesn’t like me, then what?” I pulled down my sundress. Today couldn’t be a more perfect day for brunch. It was a cool, bright day before the sweltering humidity and heat of the approaching summer.
“Stop fidgeting.” He sounded irritated, and I glanced at him. I couldn’t see his eyes because he wore shades. His jaw clenched for a second. Jace was nervous, too, and suddenly I wasn’t anymore. How could you not love a man more who cared what his daughter thought about the woman in his life?
I kissed his cheek, and he looked down at me with a furrowed brow. “Just because.”
He grabbed my chin and smacked my lips loudly. “Just because.”
We gazed into each other’s eyes, and I marveled as I had during the past month, that maybe I hadn’t met my husband because Jace was always supposed to be him. We were apart to grow as individuals before coming back together years later. Although we still argued about the restaurant, it was more of a disagreement than the tension we’d had before when we differed. Now, when I rolled my eyes, if we were alone, he immediately stopped everything to fuck me. If we were around staff or construction workers, he would make excuses to get me alone to fuck.
My parents and Trinity couldn’t be happier when I told them that Jace and I had become a couple. Trinity bragged that she’d been right when I told her that my feelings for him had been reciprocated even back then. They would all be at the grand re-opening, though I hadn’t yet told my Baptist, three-days-a-week church-going parents about the cannabis-infused menu. I also hadn’t told Jace that my parents didn’t know about all the major changes, especially since I won the argument about keeping my name in the new restaurant.
“Oh my God, please don’t say you’re that couple,” A voice commented behind us.
