She stayed silent for a moment before she spoke again. “The night they died, I could have killed the men that killed my baby. Kevin was a bastard and a terrible husband, but I would have gladly avenged him too.” She looked at him with glistening eyes. “You asked why I was in the gun range every day?” Prosper nodded but otherwise stayed silent. He hung on to her every word. “It’s because I fired an entire clip and still missed the men who broke into my home and killed my daughter and husband. An entire clip . . .” She scoffed. “The gun range was my therapy. It was a comfort to know if anything like that ever happened again, I would be able to protect myself and the people I care about.”
Prosper thought about how she hadn’t hesitated at the gun range and dropped the nigga who pointed a gun at him without a thought. And then she did it again for him. He had been so in awe of her. He still was, but now, with that awe came a bit ofsadness. She’d clearly programmed herself to be a machine, and he didn’t want that for her. If any woman deserved to be in her soft girl era, it was Teonny.
“I know this don’t mean much, but I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I know surviving that shit has to hurt, but you survived for a reason. You a real one, Teonny. And you know I only call you that shit when I’m being serious.
“You a real one. Realest woman I ever met, for real. And I’m thankful for you. I’m thankful you survived. I’m thankful you were there to save me earlier. If you weren’t . . .” He let his sentence trail off when he felt her shiver against his hand that still moved in small circles around her back, and something clicked for him. “That’s why you can’t sleep, huh?” She glanced up at him before avoiding his eyes completely. “Look at me,” he uttered. She did, and he saw a world of pain in her wide brown eyes. He sighed as he pieced together how he was going to make things better for her. “I’m about to make you the best grilled cheese you ever had, and then we gonna go up to bed, okay? I don’t need you missin’ out on no beauty rest. Not over this shit. Was today your first body?”
She nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered.
Prosper shook his head. He hated that his dealings had to taint her in that way. He used his finger to lift her chin so she looked into his eyes again. “It’ll be yo’ last, okay? I promise.”
She nodded with tears in her eyes. She looked so beautiful to him. He couldn’t help himself. The pull he felt with her had finally drawn him in to the point of no return. Gently, he kissed her lips as if to test the waters. When she leaned into him, that gave him the green light to deepen the kiss. His hands wrapped around her waist as her arms circled his neck. Their tongues danced together, and the only reason Prosper had to pull away was because his dick fought hard to get out of his basketball shorts and land right into her pussy. She’d just opened up to himin a serious way. He was smart enough to know he couldn’t rush things. Not only that, but he didn’t want to. That kiss would hold him over for a while.
She stared up at him wide-eyed, as if she was shocked. He chuckled.
“That was . . .” Her words trailed off, but that was okay. He knew exactly what she felt.
“Amazing,” he finished.
“Yeah,” she whispered as she watched him.
Prosper no longer even wanted his midnight snack, but he promised Teonny a grilled cheese, so he would deliver. For her, he wanted to be a man of his word, and if that meant making her a damn grilled cheese when all he really wanted to do was feel her pussy wrapped around his dick, then that was what the fuck he was going to do.
The fact that the first thing on Teonny’s mind when she got up that morning was the grilled cheese Prosper made the night before almost made her want to giggle. That was until the second thought came to her mind.
Prosper has a big ass dick, gah damn!
She only knew that because it was pressed right against her ass. That morning wood was something serious as hell. She took a moment to clamp her legs together tightly and relish in the feel of his arm around her. They were both clothed, but he still felt so good next to her. She couldn’t believe she had slept so well after the eventful day she had yesterday, but with Prosper there, she slept like a baby.
Finally, she slowly got out of bed, careful not to disturb him. She took a moment to look down at him while he slept. His squared jaw seemed to clench tight while he slept. Teonny grew envious of his thick long lashes, and he had thick brows. Theywere the kind of features women hoped for but never got. Niggas always got the good brows and lashes.
As soon as she got out of bed, she made a beeline toward the bathroom that connected to the bedroom. Teonny took her time showering, brushing her teeth, washing her face, and dressing. Thoughts of the conversation she had with Prosper the day before swirled around her mind. He turned her on in the worst ways. She never thought sharing about her daughter would be a turning point for her in any relationship, mostly because she normally refused to talk about Angel. But last night had been such a turning point for her.
It felt so good to talk about Angel, even if it was the most horrific night of her short life. Her mom never liked talking about her. The pain was too great. And Teonny honestly couldn’t blame her mother. The shit hurt like hell.
But the way Prosper handled her with such care made her feel like it was okay to feel. It was okay to talk about the things that hurt her. He didn’t say much, but it was in the way his aura welcomed all her trauma without judgment. She felt like she owed him a great deal for his kindness.
Breakfast would be a good start. It was the least she could do for introducing her to the best grilled cheese known to man.
She tiptoed out of the bathroom and then out of the bedroom. When she made it down to the kitchen, she smelled fresh coffee. The corners of Teonny’s lips turned up. She turned the corner and saw her mom sitting at the center island with a mug of piping hot coffee.
“Can’t go one day without your coffee, huh?”
“You know better,” Tameka said, turning to look at her daughter with a smirk.
Teonny giggled. “Did you at least make enough for me?”
Teonny walked toward the coffeepot as Tameka responded. “Of course I did. Enough for that fine ass man you got tucked upstairs too.”
Teonny blushed as she fixed herself a cup of coffee. She knew the moment her mother had a second alone with her, she would have questions.
A hummed response from Teonny was all she could muster before she tried to change the subject. “How did you sleep?”
“Uh-uh. Come sit.” Tameka patted the spot next to her, and Teonny reluctantly plopped onto it. “Now spill.”
The corners of Teonny’s lips involuntarily turned up at the thought of Prosper. “I don’t know, Mommy. We met like three years ago.”
“Three years?” Tameka screeched.
