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Kemara rolled her neck in my direction, and I humped my shoulders. We were busted, and I didn’t care.
“I didn’t expect to see that this morning,” Kemara said and turned away from me to look at Tameka. “So you guys are hooking up?” she asked.
A cool draft blew through the hallway and landed directly on my balls. That’s when I looked down and realized I was butt-ass naked.
“Oh shit,” I mumbled, closing the room door. I could hear their muffled voices as I dressed. I hated that I’d just flashed Kemara with my goods, but I was glad me and Tameka’s secret was out the bag.
Kemara’s laughter penetrated the door, and I breathed a sigh of relief that they weren’t arguing about me and Tameka being together. When I reopened the door, I was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. I stepped out into the hallway, and Kemara quickly t
urned her head away from me as if she was still embarrassed by what she saw earlier.
“Sorry about that, Kemara. I didn’t mean for—”
She held up her finger. “As long as you treat my sister right, you’re good.”
“You have my word.” I raised my hand over my heart and swore on it. I had no intention of mistreating Tameka. In fact, I had no intention of letting anyone mistreat her from this day forward, so it was time to put Rodney on notice.
Kemara headed down the hallway, and I waited for Tameka’s response to her sister finding out about us. When she started laughing, I relaxed.
“Since the cat’s out the bag, it looks like we have a little more time,” she said, pushing me into the bedroom and closing the door behind us.
***
An accommodating passenger switched seats with me, and I rode back to the United States beside Tameka with her soft hand in mine. When we arrived at the airport in Atlanta, we exited the plane and met up with Channing and Kemara on the way to get our luggage.
“Do we have to put up with you two being lovey-dovey from now on?” Channing asked as he picked up his luggage bag with a look of surprise on his face.
Tameka’s warm smile made me wrap my arm around her and pull her closer. “We want to be as close as you two. Can you handle that?” I asked as I waited on our bags to surface on the baggage conveyer.
Channing chuckled. “I guess I can live with that,” he said, wrapping an arm around Kemara’s waist.
“Good answer, babe,” she said, giggling.
“See you guys later,” Channing said as he took his wife’s free hand and whisked her out of the airport.
“See you later, sis,” Tameka said, waving goodbye as Kemara blew her a kiss.
“Can I take you home?” I asked once I gathered Tameka’s luggage and mine.
“I would like that. I rode here with Channing and Tameka, and they’re obviously leaving without me.” She laughed.
“That’s because they know you’re in good hands.” I wrapped my arm around her and led her to my car.
“You know. Since my divorce, when I’m dating a man, it feels off, but this feels right,” she said after I finished putting our bags into the trunk.
I cupped her chin in my palm and stared into her deep-set brown eyes. I wanted to kiss every bad memory away until nothing was left but pleasant thoughts. As I drank from her succulence, Tameka’s moan reminded me we were standing in the airport’s parking lot. I opened the passenger door to let her in and willed my erection down as I walked to the driver’s side. The drive home was full of sexual tension. I wanted her, and there was no doubt about it.
When we arrived at her house, the look in her eyes weakened me as a man. I lightly brushed a kiss on my favorite part of her body, her lips. Tameka grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house. As the door closed, I dropped her luggage onto the carpeted floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and we exchanged souls in her foyer. Her arms flung around me, my hands gripped her buttocks, and two sets of eager lips greedily pulled the other in. I pulled her into the living room where we fell onto the couch, and Tameka rested her head on my lap.
“Are you tired from the flight? Or have I knocked you off your feet?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Both,” she said as I trailed my fingers through her kinky hair. She stared up at me and asked, “You know what I miss most about being with a man?”
“What do you miss, baby?”
“Being able to just be with that person. Like what we’re doing now, just sitting here on the couch being…”
“I like being with you,” I admitted.
