Page 93 of Fumble Into the End Zone
Mia placed her hands on those full hips, lifting a brow. “Did you make a decision on Harley?”
“Yes, our daughter can spend the weekend with her grandparents,” I said, and Mia blushed as she walked toward me.
With her hands wrapped around me, I leaned forward to kiss her semi-shiny lips. She kissed me deep and hard, waking my dick. “Thank you, baby. I know this was not an easy decision. We can always come home if we need to.”
I moved the hair away from her face, peering into her brown eyes. “They raised an amazing woman. The most they will do is spoil her rotten,” I said.
“Speaking of which, let me call my mother and get Harley prepared,” she said.
After we turned off at the exit, we drove a mile before we saw the house. Nothing but land and green grass before a luxury ranch-style house came into view. Mia explained her father bought this house a few years ago. They wanted to invest in horses and farm animals. The large two-story house came with a wraparound porch and a lake in the back. I admired the precise cut and green color of the grass. This represented wealth to me, healthy living and seclusion. We pulled into the curved driveway to find Mrs. Robinson waiting.
“Mom, do not buy Harley a pony or any other animal. You have a spending limit of a thousand dollars,” Mia told her mother as we stood in her living room.
Mrs. Robinson rolled her eyes for the second time since we’ve been here.
“I sent you Harley’s schedule. Bed by eight and nothing sweet after six. Oh, and Marcus okayed her not going to school on Monday. I have her hair accessories separated and...”
I kneeled to my daughter and extended my arms for a hug. Harley squeezed my neck hard before giving me instructions. “Daddy, FaceTime me when you make it. Make sure you put on sun lotion. Call Granny, too, and Mrs. Mia will take care of you.”
“Thank you, baby. Daddy will be okay,” I said.
“Awwww, Mia, get a picture of this,” Mrs. Robinson said, as she stood next to her daughter.
Both women held hands with wide glossed eyes and we grinned for the photo.
“All right, Calvin is at the air hanger. He is ready to take you guys anywhere you want to go,” Mr. Robinson said, as he joined us.
Once Mia called her parents with the good news, Mr. Robinson asked how we were getting to her surprise. I told him I had charted a jet. He offered one of his and he got no arguments from me. I canceled the one I reserved, paying the holding fee.
“Mom, be good,” Mia said, and Mrs. Robinson waved her out the door.
We climbed inside Mia’s truck and waved goodbye. Harley stood in between the Robinsons, waving, and it pained me.
“Mom isn’t going to do a damn thing I told her. They are staying up late, eating junk, and going shopping,” Mia said as we traveled down the street.
I gripped her hand to bring it to my mouth. “Let your mother have fun.”
Resting in the luxury oversized leather seats next to my woman made me emotional. The thought of Mia’s thick thighs in a bathing suit had me reeling.
“Marcus, where are we going?” Mia asked, and I kissed her temple.
“Nassau, Bahamas. We’re staying at the Harrison estate with a private beach entrance,” I said.
Mia bounced her shoulders in excitement. I secured her chin and brought her attention to me. “I want you to relax. We have a private chef, we’re getting a couple of massages, and we can shop. Mia, you showed up for me, baby. It meant more to me than I can express. And the way you take care of my daughtereases my mind, but we gon’ have to tussle about Granny. You got me demoted,” I said, and she tapped me.
Leaning forward, I secured a kiss. Our tongues found their safe place inside each other’s mouths. I caressed her neck, encouraging her to hold our kiss longer.
“You guys make me happy,” she whispered.
“I love you, Mia,” I said, with no lingering doubt.
She studied my face until her eyes glossed. I wiped away the small tears attempting to escape the creases of her eyes.
“Marcus, I love you, too.”
I licked my lips, tasting her gloss before I went in for another round of tongue swapping.
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