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I have to stop myself from chuckling as she brings up Mama’s brass knuckles. “Moey,” I say, stepping around Wayne. “You can’t bully people and think they won’t fight back. You should consider us even.”
“I'm not letting this go!” she yells with spittle flying in the air.
"You better listen, or things will get uglier,” Wayne warns.
While Moey was clearly out of line for all of her verbal jabs tonight, I can’t help but feel a bit bad for her. She will need some ice and Tylenol soon to reduce the swelling and pain.
“Both of you will regret ever coming for me. Both of you!”Moey is at the brink of tears when she turns and storms toward the restaurant’s entrance.
Ambrosia gets up from her seat and follows Moey. There was no use in Moey bringing her because Ambrosia did not leave her seat to check on her friend after the bathroom confrontation. With friends like Ambrosia, who needs enemies?
Wayne turns to me and asks the million-dollar question I know is coming. “Jasmine attacked her with brass knuckles?”
My eyes flutter with embarrassment. “They were my mothers. She sent them with Jasmine in case we needed them tonight.”
Now, it’s Wayne who appears to be fighting back a chuckle. He takes my hand, “Let’s go. It will be a long time before I let you out of sight. If I ever do.”
I would protest, but I don’t feel like I want to be out of his sight for a very long time. Even though most of the heartbeats were nice to be around, they associate with Moey Dash, so I’ll pass on anything this group offers in the future. Needless to say, I won’t be starring in Monica’s upcoming NFL Wives TV show.
I’d rather spend my time with my man. Wayne makes me feel safe and loved. When we were in our own little world, not allowing others in, life was peaceful, happy, and about us. Now, outsiders give their opinions and press us for comments on our relationship, and I don’t like it.
My sister has to get to the point where she doesn’t allow others to make her want to retaliate with violence. I pray she finds peace and happiness with the one she loves, like me.
***
“I shouldn’t have gone tonight. It was one big mess,” I surmised after explaining the night's events to Wayne on the car ride home.
“You had every right to be there. Nothing that happened tonight was your fault,” he responds, keeping his eyes on the road and his right hand noticeably on the gearshift and not on mine as usual.
“I know, but—”
“Shhh… We’ll talk about more when we get home.”
“Okay,” I nod.
Minutes later, we pull up to our home. Wayne comes around, opens my door, and helps me out. He’s unusually quiet, noticeably in deep thought.
When we step over the threshold of our front door and enter the welcoming silence of our home, he grabs my arm and spins me around to face him.
"I meant it when I said nothing that happened tonight was your fault, but I don't want you involved with that group anymore," he says, his voice softening as he looks into my eyes. "I love you too much to see you get hurt."
He pulls me into a tender embrace, his strong arms enveloping me in safety. I breathe in his scent, feeling the anxiety and anger from the night start to slip away. As he holds me, I know he will protect me no matter what. In this moment, I feel so truly loved.
I shouldn't be thinking about sex right now, but Wayne's embrace is so strong and comforting that it is hard not to feel the fire of desire within me. As he holds me tightly, I can't help but feel the heat between my legs growing with each passing second.
Finally, I can't take it anymore. "Wayne," I whisper, my voice trembling with need. "I need you."
He presses his hard body against mine, and I feel his arousal growing. “I need you too, Les,” he says, his tone thick with seduction and truth. “That’s why I can’t let anyone hurt you. God forbid one of them would have touched you tonight.”
I moan softly as his lips find mine, his tongue exploring my mouth with a fierce hunger. Wayne's hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing them gently. I arch my back, offering myself up to him completely.
He lifts me up and carries me over to the couch, laying me down gently. His hands are everywhere, caressing every inch of my body as he slowly undresses me.
“You're so perfect…so beautiful,” he murmurs. “So mine.”
I am completely naked before him, my skin alight with anticipation. His lips find my nipples, teasing and tantalizing them as his hands explore further down. His fingers move in circles around my throbbing clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.
I gasp as his tongue joins in the exploration, his soft lips working their magic on my most sensitive spots. I writhe beneath him, helpless to the pleasure coursing through my body.
