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  “Hm. Sounds intense,” I teased as I kissed my way to her ear. “What else do you love?” I continued to push, hoping for one particular answer.

  “Playing in the rain. Dancing in the waves. Bubble baths.” She giggled.

  “That’s a whole lot of wet.” I chuckled as I pulled on the neck of her shirt to expose more of her collar bone.

  “You have no idea.” She moaned. “So wet.”

  I paused. “We still talking about things you love, Tegyn?”

  She pushed me back to look me in the eye. “Mostly. Although there’s one more thing I love…”

  “A lot?” I asked as I stared into her sparkling eyes.

  “Oh yeah. This is the kind of love you never get over, never recuperate from. This is the love they write poems and cheesy movies about.” Tegyn moaned as my hands moved under her shirt, slid up her sides and I moved to cup her breasts.

  “You’re not wearing a bra,” I noted as the blood rushed to my groin.

  She shook her head. “It’s late. I took it off after putting Keyon to bed.” She smirked while I toyed with her nipples. “I can’t concentrate with you doing that,” Tegyn whispered.

  “What’s there to concentrate on, baby? This is all about feeling.” I grinned as I lifted her shirt, hoping to finally get to enjoy every square inch of her body.

  Tegyn pushed her shirt down and groaned. “I’m trying to tell you all about my feelings, you big jerk.”

  I laughed. “I’m a jerk?’

  “Well, you’re jerking me around,” she pointed out. She wasn’t wrong. I truly enjoyed teasing her. “Let me finish.”

  I lifted my hands and took a step back. “Okay. I’m listening. Hands off so I can concentrate.”

  “Good, because I love you, DeSean. I’ve loved you for a long time, and maybe these years and the pain that we’ve experienced apart had to happen so we could truly appreciate and not squander this second chance.” She shrugged. “That’s all. So, I’m going to be philosophical instead of bitter. And I’m going to treasure each and every moment we have together. Starting now.”

  I was frozen. I couldn’t move. For years, I’d wanted to hear this. The first time around, she refused to tell me how she felt. She didn’t want to get too attached to a married man. And now, she was ready to embrace every bit of this, including me.

  “Say something. I never had you pegged for the strong and silent type.” She smiled shyly.

  “I love you, Tegyn. I’m going to take you upstairs and show you how much.” I scooped her up off the dryer and began carrying her to the stairs.

  “No! Not up the stairs. I don’t want to die tonight.” She giggled as she tried to kick free.

  I grinned. “Okay, if you feel that strongly about it, we can go caveman style. I’ll grab you by the hair, drag you back to my cave…”

  “What if we do it feminist style?” She waggled her brows at me as I set her on her feet in front of the first step.

  “How’s that go? You carry me?” My brow rose.

  “No. We hold hands and walk up together, side by side.” She tugged on the back of my neck so I’d lower my face for a kiss.

  When she finally pulled back, I wasn’t sure I could walk at all. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

  With a smile, she reached for my hand. “I feel the same way.”

  Together we mounted the stairs and I have to admit, it felt really nice. I could picture us doing this for the rest of our lives. As we neared my door, I urged her to enter the room first. Then I closed the door behind us.

  We were alone, just like I’d wanted for so long and I was convinced I was going to mess this up somehow. “You gonna sleep in here with me tonight? Or are you planning to hit it and quit it?” I eyed her carefully.

  “Quit it? All the way to the room next door?” Tegyn laughed. “Nah. I’ll stay.” She watched me for a reaction.

  “That’s cool,” I murmured. Then I ran my hands over my face. “I feel like I used to be better at this.”

  She took a step closer to me. “I hear it’s like riding a bike. It’ll all come back to you.” Tegyn tipped her head up and sighed happily. “I came back to you.” She licked her lips. “I mean, I almost had no choice, since my life seemed to be on the line.”

  I smoothed her hair back from her face. “Maybe I should catch this stalker and thank him. Otherwise we might not have ever found our way back to each other.”

  Tegyn pulled her shirt over her head. I stared at her, my heart racing. “Huh. Okay.” Her brow furrowed as she pulled off her yoga pants. I couldn’t even move because she made me want to pounce and the last thing I wanted to do was scare her off. She tilted her head as she bent to pick up the clothes she’d removed. Then she folded them and set them on the dresser. Finally, she pulled her black lace bikinis down and stepped out of them. “Nothing,” she noted when she’d finished. “Three years ago, you would’ve totally attacked me by now. We may need to get your testosterone checked.”

  I yanked my shirt over my head, carefully flexing my muscles as I did so, and made short work of my socks, pants, and boxers. My erection was large and in charge. “Does this look like a low T problem to you?” I stalked over to her, lifted her up, and groaned as she wrapped her legs around my waist. “I want you, but you’re going to have to slow me down because right now, I want to take you hard and fast. Then I want to torture you with painfully slow. And finally, I want to wear you out so you’ll never think of leaving me again.”

  “Sounds perfect,” Tegyn murmured against my lips. “I’m aching for you. Don’t make me wait. Three years is long enough.” She kissed her way to my ear. “I don’t plan to leave you, D. I’m pretty sure we’re ‘til death.”

  Without hesitation, I moved us to the bed and laid her on her back, her ass barely on the mattress, her legs spread wide for me. I could see she was wet from the way her pussy glistened in the low light from the lamp on the nightstand. I meant what I said and she seemed to be good with it, so I reached up and ran my hands all over her body, trying to calm down. Right now, I felt like I’d last as long as a teenage virgin and Tegyn deserved better than that. I planned to satisfy her. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” I murmured while her hips writhed against me.

  Then I bent over her and sucked and licked her pebble hard nipples while my cock was positioned to press against her slick opening. I kissed my way down her body until I could prop her hips up with my hands. “I’m going to taste you now, Tegyn,” I warned seconds before licking up her slit. I heard her gasp at my attentions, but I didn’t stop. I continued using my mouth and my hands to pleasure her. And when I recognized how excited she was, I stood and carefully slid inside her.

  “Damn, baby. You’re so tight.” I meant it. I could feel every bit of her as I pushed inside. I laid a hand on her lower abdomen. “I read your text,” I whispered, afraid of ruining the mood. “I didn’t know what to do about that. I’ll pull out, okay?”

  Tegyn propped herself up on her elbows. “Don’t you dare. Not tonight. We’ll talk more tomorrow or something, but tonight is special.”

  I nodded. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought I’d fall over. Instead, I started sliding in and out, while soaking in every bit of it. I held her hips, yanking her closer with every jerk of her hips. I wanted to slam into her, but I feared hurting her.

  “I can take it,” she whispered as she stared at me, her cheeks flushed. “I need you, D. Harder.” She arched her hips and tightened around me inside. I could feel it and this only spurred me on.

  Soon, I was slamming into her and we both seemed frantic. “Tell me you’re close,” I urged.

  “Uh huh,” she whimpered. “Feel it?” she asked as her body began to contract around mine.

  All I could do was nod. Feeling her orgasm had me exploding inside her, without guilt or worry. My eyes stung and I wiped at the sweat over my brow. Being with Tegyn had me all emotional and shit. This woman was too much.

  Reluctant
ly, I pulled out. She started to move, but I laid a hand on her lower abdomen. “Don’t move. I’ll be back with a towel.” I grinned. “I made this mess. I’ll clean it up.” Then I padded off to the bathroom and when I returned she was curled up on her side, half asleep. I gently wiped her and worried over the marks I’d left on her hips from my fingers.

  “Lay with me,” she whispered.

  “You don’t want me to take you gently now?” I asked. “I wanted to do tonight right.”

  “You did it perfectly. You can take me gently tomorrow night. I’m going to be wonderfully sore.” Tegyn smiled at me and then yawned. “Come hold me.”

  So, I pulled up the covers around us, and tucked her in against my side. “Rest, baby. Keyon will probably wake us up in a couple of hours. It’s going to be a long day.”

  18

  Tegyn

  * * *

  “Damn, but I don’t want to leave you,” DeSean murmured in my ear as he prepared to go to work.

  “Aw, it’s no big deal. You’ll work at the club, I’ll work in our office, and then I’ll greet you when you get home.” I shrugged as I sat on the vanity in the master bathroom and watched him getting dressed.

  “You really don’t mind?” he asked, his brow furrowed with worry.

  I shook my head. “Nah. Things have been quiet. We survived last night. We’ll do it again. Piece of cake.” Then my stomach rumbled. I’d been so giddy I’d barely eaten all day. When I texted Annie about it, her reply was swift and brutal.

  * * *

  Annie: You’re love sick.

  Annie: Enjoy it while it lasts. It’ll make up for the weight you gain later when you’re pregnant with the first of many babies.

  * * *

  I’d blushed then. After last night, anything could happen. DeSean had erupted inside me and I hadn’t cared a bit. In fact, when he laid there later, his hand on my lower abdomen while we fell asleep, I couldn’t remember when I’d been happier. I’d dreamt of our future. In it, I was pregnant, big as a house, and he was the loving, affectionate, doting man he’d claimed he’d be. Most of all, I…who hates having my stomach touched, I’d let him feel it all the time. I had him talking to the belly and feeling for kicks. By the time I woke, I had this new confidence in what could be between us because I’d already lived it. All day, I’d been positively blissful. And somehow, I had completely lost my appetite, even as my stomach gurgled.

  “I heard that. You better eat while I’m gone.” D frowned at me. “You aren’t doing that crazy girl thing where you suddenly get all shy and stop eating in front of me, right?” He smoothed my hair back behind my ear. “See, that’s just impossible because we live together.”

  “For now,” I reminded him.

  “We’re going to get married,” he argued.

  I nodded. “Eventually.” Obviously, it was going to be my job to rein him in, to remind him what was up. “Last night was incredible, but nothing has changed. Nothing is official. I don’t want us to get ahead of ourselves.”

  D licked his lips. “But you will move in here, right?” He shook his head. “Tegyn, don’t make me beg.” Then he dramatically dropped to his knees and clasped his hands in front of him, with both eyes squeezed shut. “Please, baby, please move in with me and Keyon. We love you. We need you.” He peeked out one eye. “And economically, it makes much more sense.”

  I laughed. “Get up,” I urged as I motioned for him to stand.

  “Is that a yes?” His brows peaked hopefully.

  With a groan, I murmured, “I own a house too. What do we do with it? I can’t just give it back to the bank because I’m done with it now.” I crossed my ankles and looked at the tile floor. “It’s a terrible time of year to put it on the market. I could rent it out I suppose…eventually.” I narrowed my eyes at him, lest he think I was going to suddenly bend to his every whim.

  “You could rent it to Arionna. She and Necie need a place. Staying with Mama won’t work for long.” D clapped his hands together. “Problem solved. Hallelujah!”

  “Since when do you say ‘hallelujah’?” I snickered.

  “Well, I figure I should start practicing since we’re going to church with the family on Sunday.” He sighed. “You do know what time church is, right?”

  “Ten?” I guessed, even as I braced for an earlier hour.

  “The service is at ten, but Mama will want you there no later than nine fifteen to parade you around to all her friends and the rest of the congregation. You’re her token white family member now. You, girl, are something of a novelty.” He chuckled. “And you know it’s a black church, right?”

  “Huh,” I began. “Interesting. My last church was brick.”

  D reached out and tickled my sides. “You know what I meant.”

  “I get it. You ashamed of me already?” I eyed him curiously.

  Taking one big step, DeSean ended up directly in front of me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Are you kidding me? If people don’t approve, that says more about them than us. I don’t believe God would find anything taboo about two people who love each other being together.” He pressed his lips to mine and the tingles spread. I inhaled his scent and savored his touch.

  “I just decided I’m going to bake while you’re gone,” I murmured as we pulled apart.

  His eyes widened. “You can cook and bake?” DeSean glanced at the ceiling, “Thank you, Lord Jesus.”

  I laughed. “You don’t have to make up for years of being a heathen in one evening, DeSean.” Then I tilted my head. “Cake or cookies?”

  “You want me to tell you the things I will do to you tonight if you bake me some chocolate chip cookies?” He nibbled on my neck.

  “Surprise me,” I whispered. “I’ll be eagerly awaiting the demonstration. You know, hands on.” I giggled.

  “Hands. Tongue. Lips. Cock. I’m going to make you get loud.” D grinned.

  “Keyon,” I reminded him.

  “I’m going to make you wish you could get loud?” He chuckled.

  “That’s more like it.” I hugged him tightly. This was a man I never wanted to let go.

  Half an hour later, Keyon and I were waving goodbye from the laundry room. “Almost bedtime,” I reminded him. “Let’s go read some books.”

  “Yay! Books!” Keyon did his little dance then grabbed my hand and tugged me up the stairs.

  He was already in pajamas and climbed happily into his bed. “T stay here,” he announced.

  “I’ll stay with you for a few minutes, then I need to go work in the office and you need to get some rest.” I smiled as I sank down onto the mattress beside him.

  “No, T stay with Daddy. T stay with Keyon.” He wrapped his arms around my neck.

  “We’ll see,” I murmured, unwilling to lie to the little boy I’d so quickly grown to love. “For now, let’s read and snuggle. We’ll even send Daddy a picture so he knows we’re okay.”

  So, we read our story, and we took a selfie and texted it to DeSean with a message: Miss you! Love you. See you soon.

  Eventually, I bored him to sleep. After planting one last kiss on his forehead and making sure he was well covered, I walked down the stairs and straight into the office. I was rather enjoying this new routine of having my days off to play with Keyon and D, then working while he was out and the little one slept. Even though this place didn’t feel like home, I was comfortable here, more so than I’d been at my house lately. And caring for Keyon gave me more structure and a bigger sense of purpose that my life had previously been lacking.

  I liked the calm quiet in this house. And I loved the excitement that built with each passing hour. As requested, I kept the blinds closed and the curtains drawn. When I saw it was only closing in on midnight, I decided to go bake those cookies I’d promised him. Shortly after one in the morning while I was taking the last batch out of the oven, I heard the garage door start to rise, which had me dropping the baking sheet and yanking off my hot mitt, while quickly wiping all the flour off my
face and clothes. Rushing to the door, I flung it open practically dancing in excitement. Only by the time I made it, I realized something was different. D’s truck wasn’t there. I saw no headlights. Instead, there was a black woman in dark clothing, holding a revolver in one hand, the remote to the garage in the other. I gasped and hit the button to shut the garage. It worked, for a second, but then it started to go up again and the woman laughed.

  I needed more time. I hit the button again and raced back to the kitchen to snatch my phone up off the counter and send a text to D.

  * * *

  Me: Woman breaking in. Gun. Garage remote. Hurry home!

  * * *

  He responded immediately.

  * * *

  DeSean: Call 911. I’m coming, baby.

  * * *

  I called 911 and tried to explain the situation while hitting the button. The garage door was getting confused. The constant up and down had the motor smoking. I hoped it would go down and stay down, but the woman was probably watching for the same thing and she quickly scampered under the door when it froze with about an eighteen-inch clearance from the driveway.

  “Shit!” I screamed.

  The operator answered. “911. What is your emergency?”

  I was panting and frantic. “I need police.” I recited the address. “Hurry. A woman with a gun broke into the house. I’m home with a toddler. I have no weapons.”

  Then I set the phone down and did the first thing that came to mind. I yanked the dryer forward to block the door as best I could. I knew it wasn’t a permanent fix and if the woman tried hard enough, she could move it. She rather struck me as the determined type. And though the idea seemed insane, I had a feeling I might know who she was.

  She stomped up the garage steps. I’d barricaded the door just in time. When she turned the handle and tried to shove it open, the door barely gave.