Her cheeks never failed me. They flushed again as she looked out over the water.
“What if that night wouldn’t have happened? What if… we never saw each other again?”
That was a thought I never wanted to have. “I’m a man who believes in divine orchestration of things. We would’ve definitely met again, my baby. My mind wasn’t letting you go so easily.”
Demurely, her lashes fluttered. “If you say so.”
“I do,” I replied. “Now, back to Tilda. She would’ve loved you, too.”
Her smile stretched across her face, crinkling her nose in the process.
IpouredPrettyanotherglass of wine, then handed it to her. We’d spent part of the day walking the beachline and the other part relaxing on a blanket under the sun. She dipped hertoes in the water, but that was it. Neither of us had much to say. We were literally making love to each other with just our eyes and our touch. The amount of times she allowed my hands to be on her today had me too giddy for a nigga who wasn’t used to this shit. Her power to bring it out of me was why I was falling so damn quickly.
We’d both showered after being in the hot sun. She changed into a white tank top and short ass fleece shorts. Her feet were bare, showing off her manicured toes. I swallowed hard while thinking about sucking on them. Across from her, I sat shirtless, with a pair of ball shorts on. Her eyes dipped to my tattooed chest more than a few times.
“Thank you.” She smiled graciously and tipped the flute to her lips.
“Aht, aht…” I stopped her. “Let’s make a toast.
She waited for me to pour my own flute, then we brought the two stemmed glasses close to one another.
“This is to crazy ass new beginnings.”
That caused her to giggle as our flutes clinked together. She took her first drink and lightly moaned.
“This is delicious,” she praised.
I couldn’t focus on shit but the way her voice sounded when she moaned. If I thought that tiny sound was something, the way she moaned after taking a bite of her succulent steak caused me to warn her.
“Careful now. I’m tryna be on my best behavior.”
Tickled, she cracked up. “I’m sorry. This is the best steak I’ve ever had.”
Mikey, a private chef I used often, came through to cook for us. He made steaks, Caesar salads, roasted asparagus, and homemade garlic mashed potatoes. Couldn’t anyone cook better than him except my mama and Auntie Maddie.
“Fill me in on the niggas who thought they had forever with my wife.”
She snickered. “Are you serious?”
“Definitely.”
“Well, if you must know, I’ve only been in two serious relationships. They both ended because some men don’t know how to keep their dick exclusive to their woman. The last one ended over a year ago. His excuse was that I worked too much, was too busy taking care of Quilo, and didn’t have time for him.”
“The man in me wants to be mad, but the husband in me is happy as fuck.”
She playfully smacked her teeth. “Tell me more about your family,” she requested.
“You don’t wanna know about my past?”
Her nose turned up. “I do not want to hear about your trysts with other women.”
“I can assure you that the man you married is not the same man they had.”
She groaned and shook her head. “Get to talkin’.”
Doing as my woman requested, I said, “Allistair and his homeboys were called The Black Alligators.”
“Seriously?”
