“That’s for us huh?”
Jayla smiled and rested her forehead against mine. “Yes. The first time I heard it, I immediately thought of you. It’s what I want and what I always knew I could have if I ever had the chance to be with you. A solid relationship. A bond that wouldn’t break. A sole mate, s-o-l-e. One that I could walk through life with as a partner. You’ve been that for me in friendship form, and now . . .”
“As your man,” I offered. “I’ll ask you in a more romantic way, but you’re mine, pooh.”
My thumb trailed over her lips as she smiled. For a while, all I could do was stare into her soulful eyes. Our lips, like magnets, moved toward each other until they connected. That connection led to our centers connecting and making us one. Making love to Jayla felt like an out-of-body experience, yet there was no other moment in my life that made me feel more present. More aware. More emotional. This woman was truly my better half—the rib created to protect my heart. My wife—the woman I would spend the rest of my time on this Earth with.
“Oh shit,” I moaned, eyes damn near rolling into the back of my head. I’d never had a thigh job before, but the shit felt phenomenal. What started out as Jayla sitting on my lap while we watched TV in bed turned into me playing with her pussy.After I helped her out of the gown she was wearing, she closed her thighs around my dick and rocked against me. Each time I brushed against her clit and the opening of her pussy, the friction increased our pleasure. Her pussy was soaking wet, and seeing the snail like essence coating my dick only turned me on more. “I’m ’bout to cum,” I warned her, gripping her hips.
A low hum escaped her as she kept her same pace, squeezing out every drop of my cum. When my dick stopped throbbing, she slid down onto me. I held her waist as I lifted and fucked her from below. Her back arched and nails dug into my thighs. I shifted slightly, wanting to see the visual of her riding my dick in the large mirror in the corner of the room.
Her eyes were closed, mouth opened, breasts bouncing wildly.
This woman had quickly become my addiction, and now that I’d finally felt the inside of her pussy, there was no way inhellI was letting her go.
Ishouldn’t have been nervous, but I was. For the past ten years, I’d spent time with Kayne’s parents, Kyle and Diana, and we always had a good time. This time would be different. This time I’d be with them as the woman dating their son. Well, theirotherson.
God, this shit is ghetto.
Releasing a shaky groan, I resisted the urge to take a shot of tequila. Though it would have instantly calmed my nerves, I didn’t want to start drinking this early in the day. On the off chance his parents didn’t agree with us dating, there would be plenty of time for me to drink tonight.
“Why you in here looking all nervous?” Kayne asked, heading toward me in his living room.
“Iamnervous,” I confessed quietly. “What if they look at me differently?”
“They won’t,” he rejected, sitting next to me. “I don’t want to downplay how you feel, but I also don’t care even if they did. It won’t change anything—for me at least. Yes, I want my parents to like and approve of the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, but it’s my life, and I’m going to be with the woman I want.” He cupped my cheek. “That woman has always been and will always be you, pooh.”
“Thank you.” I gave him a brief yet tender kiss. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that validation until you gave it.”
“You’re welcome. I got something for you.”
At the sound of his words, I looked down at the scrapbook in his lap. There was a picture of us—the first picture we’d ever taken together ten years ago—on the front cover. I immediately got all the feels without even seeing anything else.
“Kayne,” I whined as he handed it to me.
With each page, my eyes got more and more watery. The scrapbook was filled with our memories over the years. Pictures, concert and basketball tickets, hotel room keys from our vacations, petals from bouquets he’d given me over the years . . . Kayne had kept mementos of it all. By the time I got to the last page, which was blank, I was a ball of emotion and tears.
Sniffling, I looked up at Kayne as he said, “The last page is empty and waiting to be filled with more memories. Memories of this next phase for us. Will you be my girlfriend, Jayla? Well, my woman since we grown as hell.”
Giggling, I nodded and wiped my tears. “Yes,” I answered sweetly. “I’d love to be your woman.”
“Mm,” he moaned, wrapping his hand around my neck and pulling me close for a kiss.
His words and gesture gave me all the confidence in the world to go see his parents now, and I couldn’twaitto create more memories for every stage of our lives—dating, beingmarried, being parents—there were literally no limits to what we were about to do.
After dinner with my parents, Jayla and Mama made their way outside in the sun like the goddesses they were. Their fingers were interlocked, legs up and ankles crossed, as they rocked in the hammock while the sun set. While Jayla hummed and sang certain parts of various songs, Mama whistled an accompanied tune. I had no visual of what heaven on earth could look like until I saw the two most important women in my life together and in such a state of peace.
I made my way back in the house, deciding not to disturb them. It was my plan to go out and tell Jayla to let me know when she was ready to go, but she looked like that wouldn’t be happening any time soon.
Pops and Kenya were down in the basement, so I made my way to Pops’ mancave. As soon as I sat down, Pops motionedtoward his box of cigars. After pouring myself a shot of cognac, I reached for a cigar.
“I’m only drinking this because I’m with you,” I told Pops. “You know I only drink tequila now. This shit gon’ give me a headache.”
Pops chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. I ordered a few bottles of that black owned tequila you sent me from Jax, but it was too late for them to deliver it today. It’ll be here the next time you come over.”
“Aight, cool.”
“How are things going with you and JJ?” Kenya asked after taking a puff of his cigar. “I mean clearly it’s going well since she’s here but . . . is this . . . y’all really locked in?”
