“I love popcorn.”
He nods and runs out of the room. “Daddy, Vickie wants popcorn. She wants soda too.” I hold my laugh at the little manipulator.
“Coke, if you have it,” I yell out.
“I most certainly do not,” Colt yells back. “But I have six types of water.”
But Evan’s not one to give up. “Can you go get her some?” he asks. “She looks thirsty.”
“Not gonna happen.”
TWENTY-FIVE
I tossthe shirt in the corner of the room. She visibly winces right before her body stiffens. I walk over, pick it up, and fold it. Her body relaxes, and I make a mental note to be less of a slob when she’s here, but it’s my default. My mom cleaned up after me until I went to college, and by the time I was living on my own, I could afford to pay for someone to clean, cook, and do my laundry. The only chore Mama insisted I do was the dishes.
I walk to the bed and drop down face first on the pillow.
“I thought Evan was the worst singer I ever heard until you opened your mouth. And those high notes that Annie hits when she sings Tomorrow? Please, don’t ever sing that song again. You and Evan were like two wolves howling at the moon. I’m traumatized, darlin’. Traumatized.” I put my arm around her and pull her onto the bed next to me. “Make it up to me. Rub my shoulders.”
When she makes no move, I say, “Evan’s out cold. My shoulders are tense and it’s all because of you two. The only thing worse than your singin’ was your dance routines. God, I hate that movie.”
She finally lets out a chuckle, takes off her shoes, and sits on my lower back. Her soft hands start to slowly rub my shoulders, and I sigh in contentment at the sensation.
“Why are you wearing all those clothes?”
“Because Cynthia is off duty and I’m pretty sure the Uber driver won’t let me in the car if I’m naked. Did you get hit in the head with a basketball today?” She puts a hand in my hair and gently pulls.
“No more Ubers. You have a driver, and you can’t leave, Queen Vee.” I surprise her when I turn over and pull her down on top of me. “Even though I didn’t miss you while I was gone and barely thought of you, I want you to stay with me tonight.” I lift my head from the pillow and push hers at the same time. Our lips meet in the middle, and I deepen the kiss. She moans in my mouth, and my body wakes up.
I pull her shirt out of her jeans and break the kiss long enough to pull it over her head. Her bra goes next, and my lips find their way around a nipple. One of her hands ends up in my sweatpants and wraps around me. While I bite a nipple, I squeeze the other breast in my hand. She pulls my pants down, and I let go of that soft breast so I can undo the button and lower the zipper of her skinny jeans.
“Take off these pants.” I lift her off my body, and when she’s standing on two feet, I pull down the jeans. She kicks them off while I do the same to mine. When we’re both naked, she shoves me, and when I fall on my back, she straddles me.
She leans down and kisses me as if I’m the very air that she breathes. My hand caresses her spine and goosebumps spread across her skin.
“Don’t even think of making love to me right now,” she says right before she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth.
“Too late.”
“Hand me a condom.” I reach into the drawer in my nightstand and grab the box I put there earlier, giving myself a mental high five for thinking ahead. I hand it to her, but when she reaches for it, I snatch it away.
“I don’t think so. You promised.” I look down at my crotch and look up at her full lips. “I’ve been thinking about those lips wrapped around me for ages.” She leans in and kisses me deeply, running her soft hands over my bare chest. “Since I first saw you.”
“You want these lips,” she kisses me slowly, “on that dick.” She reaches down and grabs it in her hands.
“Heck yeah.”
She kisses me again, deep this time, opening her mouth wide. She leaves my mouth, kissing down my neck and down my body. She gives me no time. She doesn’t tease. She doesn’t lick the crown. She takes it all in her mouth, and I almost combust from the sensation of her hot mouth on me. “That feels good,” I moan, barely able to catch my breath. She licks the crown before swallowing the entire thing. I close my eyes and grip the back of her head, wishing this moment would never, ever end. “Baby, if you don’t—” I almost cry when her mouth leaves me.
She snatches the condom from me, opens it, and puts it on me within seconds. She aligns herself on top of me and slowly slides down. My hands grab her waist, and I guide her movements as she rides me. She puts a hand on my chest, and I pick it up, kiss her hand and lick her index finger. I trace that finger down her stomach, spread her lips apart and rub her clit.
“Fuck, Colt,” she mutters. “I’m not ready to come yet,” but she’s already convulsing on top of me. She throws her head back and moans my name, prompting my own orgasm.
* * *
This time,it’s me who rubs her soft skin, marveling at the smoothness of her back. She has a little heart-shaped tattoo right above her left buttock. I pay special attention by massaging and kissing her exposed skin. It’s after midnight. After making love, I checked on Evan, who was sound asleep in his bed. Now, I’m in bed with my girlfriend. I push her hair to the side and kiss her exposed shoulder. I lie next to her and pull her naked body into my arms.
“Tonight’s been amazin’,” I confess. She rests on her elbows and looks down at me. “One of the best nights of my life.”
