Page 29 of Meet Me at the Altar

“I don’t think that’s true. I mean, if you would have, then you would have sent for me long before the ten years were up.”

“I have a confession to make.”

“What’s that?”

“I knew that you were involved with Remy all those years.”

“How?”

“I kept tabs on you through the years. Always knew what was going on in your life. You were doing damn good, and I didn’t want to disturb that. You went to college, worked a part-time job, kept your grades up, graduated and got an apartment anda new car, and you were hired on with your dream firm. You grew and obtained a position that you always wanted to, and you seemed happy with your man.

“Everywhere you went, family functions, and even to the mall, he was there. When you moved into that apartment with that nigga, I was devastated, but it wasn’t shit that I could do, because I wasn’t here. You seemed truly happy in your life, and I didn’t have the right to disturb it. It didn’t matter, though. Because if you weren’t married by year ten, I was coming in and turning that whole little tea party upside down. You were gonna be my woman regardless. The only thing that could stop that is if he’d put a ring on it.”

“How did you know all this?”

I chuckled. “In the beginning, I found out from KJ. Your brother and my boy, Archie, both worked at the hospital together.”

“I forgot about that.”

“Whenever Lan came to town, she would have lunch with Kelsey. Your sister would update her on everything that was going on in your family.”

My sister, Kalandra, whom we affectionately called “Lan,” and her sister Kelsey had both been on the same cheerleading team in high school, so they knew each other. Whenever Lan returned to town, she and Kelsey and some of her other friends would hook up for lunch, dinner, or drinks.

“Wow. I forgot how small this world really is.”

What I didn’t tell her was after those family-friend updates ended, I hired a guy to keep a close eye on her to make sure that she was safe and wasn’t lacking for shit. It had been hard not to step in and offer her a job or create something for her when she was laid off. Wealth, power, and connections could bring a lot in this life, but it could also bring many problems and much grief, if you didn’t know how to wield them properly.

“Yeah, it is,” I replied.

“I’m just so thankful that you came back,” she whispered, smiling at me. Kalli lifted our hands and kissed my knuckles.

The stars twinkled brightly overhead, and there was subtle chatter on the rooftop terrace as other patrons enjoyed the view too. I turned my head back to Kalli, who had turned on her side. One of her breasts was squeezing out of the bikini top she wore, and the slit in her long wrap skirt had fallen open, exposing her thigh. I licked my lips but bided my time. I would have her soon enough, and I couldn’t wait. I wasn’t gonna let up off her little ass.

Chapter 10

Kalliope

“Ohh, damn! Mm. Drè. Fuck, Drè.” I gripped the sheets and crawled up the bed toward the window, but he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back. I swore that man’s tongue had extended several feet because as much crawling as I had done, it didn’t feel like he moved an inch, yet his tongue never disconnected from my core.

I reached my hand between my thighs and stroked my clit as he ate my pussy from behind. Every stroke of his tongue and kiss from his lips was like the sweetest reward, bringing me closer to the edge.

Today was our third day in Santa Fe. We had gone to the Santa Fe Botanical Garden this morning on Museum Hill, stopped for lunch at Geronimo’s, and eaten on the patio because the weather was perfect. We walked around and checked out a few more spots on the hill before we drove downtown to visit the New Mexico Museum of Art.

A heated kissing session of me thanking him for this day out had turned even more heated when we stepped out of the car and back into our suite. Rose petals were strewn across the floorand around a candlelit path that led from the living room into the bedroom.

A bottle of champagne rested in a bucket of ice along with two champagne glasses. A charcuterie board of cheese, strawberries, crackers, grapes, and nuts awaited us on the tray.

When I asked him what it was all about, he replied, “We’ve been gone all day. You did a lot of walking and were out in the sun for a while. Let me take care of you, girl.”

He had fed me from the charcuterie board and plied me with champagne before he gave me a massage that rivaled the professional one I received the day after our arrival. Andrès’s massaging hands and fingers on my body easily transitioned to teasing my nipples, caressing my ass, and stroking the inner creases of my thighs and pubic area.

That relaxation technique caused my legs to fall open for him without me telling them to move a muscle. He gently bowed his head, and he found his place between my thighs. After two swipes of his tongue through my flesh, Andrès flipped me onto my belly, pulled my ass in the air, and went to town eating my pussy.

“Drè!” I screamed as he wrapped his arms around my legs and lifted my ass into the air.

My face, shoulders, and breasts were plastered against the mattress. The lower half of my body was lifted in the air, and Drè’s mouth covered my pussy, eagerly eating at it. He managed to insert two fingers in my ass and doubled the pleasure.

I had never had anal sex. Remy and I had decent sex. Although I gave him my virginity, and he was the only man I’d ever been with, I still knew the sex was just okay. It wasn’t boring, but it also wasn’t great. He didn’t like having oral sex, and he didn’t do anal sex—at least not with me.