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Vince and Jude are stand-up guys, it's easy to see,butthey're also taking a little too much time to face their feelings.
It's starting to piss me off.
I won't straight up forbid something from building between them… I'd like to see someone try to tell Love how it's going to go. ButI willcounsel her if I think they're fucking around too much.
Love and I are a team. I'vealwaysgot her best interests at heart. It's been four years, and shefinallyfucking trusts me the way she should.
I get that my profession can make things appear one way. To keep fans happy while being in a long-term relationship, you've got to dance a fine line between being fun and flirty with the ladies without giving them anyrealhope that they've got a chance.
Being raised by a single mother, I'd never fuck around and cheat on my woman. I might outweigh her by over a hundred pounds and have nearly a foot in height on her, but my mama would fuck my ass up if sheevercaught wind of me cheating.
And I'd let her.
I've got mad respect for my mom. She raised me on her own for ten years. Worked two jobs, one as a nurse's aide and another cleaning at night.
It's why I was always alone and running the streets as a kid.
My mom wasn't neglectful, she just got stuck in a shit situation when my dad dipped out.
I survived.
It's how I met Dexter. His mother was a junky who literally could not be bothered with taking care of her kid. That woman is a vile piece of shit.
The fucked-up garbage she exposed Dexter to? It's no wonder he's a mess.
My door pops open, and I realize I was zoning out.
"Are you coming? I need the restroom something fierce," Love says, tapping her foot.
I crack a smile and climb out. Riggs and Walker are still collecting the bags.
"Y'all have to take the next one," Love calls before the elevator doors close. "Sorry, it's an emergency."
Dexter snorts, turning around to head back to help with the bags. I pull her into my chest as the doors close.
"Love you, Baby Love," I murmur against her lips.
"If this elevator doesn't hurry the damn hell up, we'll be putting that to the test," Love grumbles. "I swear I'm about a minute away from standing in a puddle."
I laugh. She's my heart walking around in another body.
Love and I are cuddled up close on the couch. A particularly dirty scene plays on the TV.
Love slides her hand from my stomach down to caress my cock. I'm in basketball shorts and nothing else. She bites that plump lower lip of hers, causing me to groan. She leans up, brushing her cheek against mine.
"Wanna head to bed?" she whispers.
She's in one of those silky slip dresses, and the material brushes my bare chest as she gives me the look. The one thatsays she's feeling a little frisky and wants me to knock the bottom out for her.
My hand grips a big handful of her hair and I pull her mouth to mine for an open-mouthed kiss that has her whimpering.
I fuckinglovethat sound. I pull her over into my lap and she grinds down over my shaft. One hand slides up her side, following her curves to her heavy tits. I smirk as my thumb dances over her tight nipple.
"Are you going to carry me to bed?" Love moans as my throbbing cock bumps her bare pussy. She hates wearing panties lately, and I'm not complaining a bit.
My teeth rake over her neck as my tongue flicks over her skin.
"Nah, think I'm gonna fuck you right here," I murmur in her ear.
