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Throwing my head back, I nearly screamed, “Shit!” before lifting my head to capture her mouth.
Her ride was smooth and slow, her eyelids at half mast, her mouth wide open when I didn’t have it under siege. Her soft whimpers collided with my growls as I clutched her hips. This was so damn good, perfect. She was perfection, fucking divinity, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I didn’t want to get enough of her, and when I crashed into consummation, I thought my heart would fucking explode for her.
Leaving Romey the next day nearly broke me, but I couldn’t make myself stay.
CHAPTER19
VANN
NOW…
She was drunk.
Not just a little tipsy but full on, sloppy drunk, having drank the entire bottle of champagne virtually by herself and chasing it with wine. She’d drank throughout Messiah’s entire performance and after, hadn’t touched the food they served. Something had triggered this, and I hoped it wasn’t me or the song, I Want You, that I’d had Messiah add to the set list. I just…I messed up. I’d been missing her for twelve long-ass years.
Brooklyn Skye was my one that got away, the one I never got over. No amount of running could change that. Ithadn’tchanged it.
The event had wound almost to a close when a familiar guy approached our table, settling his eyes on Brooklyn. I narrowed my focus, trying to place him until Brooklyn slurred, “Jamaaaaaal! Wowww, didn’t know you’d be here.”
Jamaal. Yeah, I remembered him. I remembered him supposedly being her man back in the day.
“Hey, Brooklyn, everyone,” he said, addressing the table at large. “Looks like you’ve been having fun tonight. You got a designated driver? If not, I got you,” he said to her, and the look on his face told me he had plans to do more than drive her home.
As Iyanla Vanzant would say,not on my watch.
“I got her. I’ma drive her home,” I spoke up, gaze fixed on him. She might not have been mine, but she damn sure wasn’t about to be his.
He focused on me, recognition sparking in his eyes. “I see. Y’all have a good evening.” Then he left.
I dropped my gaze on Brooklyn then looked up to see a knowing smile on my mother’s face and Sharla mouthing, “Thank You.”
I nodded, and a few minutes later, was helping Brooklyn to her car.
“You sure this is my car?”Brooklyn said through a burp. “I don’t think this is my car. Oh!” She reached up and caressed my cheek as I leaned across her in the passenger seat to buckle her seatbelt. “You’re Vann! Hey, Vann!”
Smiling, I stood to close her door. “Hey, Brooklyn Skye.”
She giggled.
Once I was settled in the driver’s seat and had started the engine, she rolled her head toward me and smiled. “I was so crazy about you, you know that? I think I would’ve done anything for you but you broke my heart. You made me cry and shit.”
Gripping the steering wheel, I began to navigate my way to her apartment. Sharla gave me her address before we left the ballroom, thanking me again for “saving” Brooklyn from that Jamaal dude. I’d have to find out exactly what was going on there. “I know and I’m sorry about that,” I offered, and I meant it.
There were a few moments of silence before she shared, “I fucked my marriage up. I cheated on my husband and now I’m broke because there was an adultery clause in our prenup that I asked for.”
Damn, I thought.Cake didn’t tell me about that.
“I cheated with Jamaal because he’s got good dick but it’s not as good as yours. You have the best dick, Vann. The. Best. I miss your dick sooooo much! You miss my pussy?”
“Hell yeah,” I admitted.
“I knew you did ‘cause I got good pussy. It’s even good to me. I be masturbating and thinking, damn my pussy is good.”
I chuckled. “It’s the best, baby.”
“The best? So, my pussy deserves an A?”
I glanced over at her. Her eyes were wide with sincere anticipation. “A-plus-plus. Your pussy gets bonus points, baby.”
