He fell to his knees, opened my legs, and before I could take my next breath, he was pulling me to the edge of the loveseat and his mouth was on me, tongue lapping every inch of my yoni from labia to labia, sending electric jolts and warmth throughout my body. “Oooooooh, shit, baby!” I whimpered.
He reached up and grabbed my left nipple while slipping a finger into my wetness, adding a second finger almost instantly, working me over as his tongue moved in a circular motion, devouring my essence. With every scrape of it against my sensitive bud, I jerked and moaned.
“Damon,” I whispered. “Damon…”
He licked, making slurping sounds, then pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked loudly, his fingers still playing a tune in my flooded core, his other hand pulling and tugging on my nipple. I felt a quickening build inside of me, making my thoughts foggy and erratic and my heart gallop in my chest. “Ooooooooh!” I yelled, as my legs began to quiver and my core pulsated around Damon’s fingers. “Shiiiiiiiit!” I screamed, as he implacably licked me, making the waves of the orgasm stretch on and on and on.
When he finally lifted his head, he smiled at me, then reached up and pulled my head to his to kiss me, smearing my mouth with my own juices in the process, giving me a taste of myself. I whimpered against his mouth. He stood, threw his clothes off and then reached for my hand, pulling me to him and wrapping my legs around his waist. Standing was his favorite position since returning to Romey. I think he liked having me in that helpless position, knowing I had to depend on him to keep me from falling, knowing this position required me to trust him completely.
He entered me as he consumed my mouth. No hesitation, no preparation, no prologue or foreword. Just all of him inside of me in one swift stroke, causing me to scream into his mouth. The fullness of him felt like Heaven, and as he gripped my ass and pummeled me over and over again, punishing my yoni, I took the pain and relished in the pleasure that shadowed it. Damon moaned into my mouth, then found my neck and began sucking on it—hard. That hurt, too, but Damon knew I loved the sensual pain he inflicted.
“I love you so much, Nick. I love you so…damn…much!” he grunted, with each thrust.
He was hitting my spot, repeatedly, but it was no accident. Damon knew me, knew my body like no one else, knew where my spot was and just how to hit it.
“Shit!” I screamed, as another orgasm swelled in my core. “Baby!”
“Yeeeeah, Nick…give me another one, baby,” he urged, giving me the full measure of him with each roll of his hips. Shit, he didn’t have to convince me. My body had a mind of its own and was seconds from blowing.
“Ahhhhhhhhh! Kocham Cię tak bardzo!” I screamed, so deep in ecstasy, I swear I was losing my mind. I dug my nails into his shoulders and shuddered violently before burying my face in his neck.
“Oooooh, shit!” he groaned. And with that, he delivered a couple more thrusts and emptied inside of me with a roar.
19
Two hours earlier…
“Damn, I missed you. You disappeared on me.” Maurice’s mouth was on my ear, his hand up my shirt.
Sitting on the side of his bed, I leaned back on my hands as he damn near climbed on top of me. His eagerness told me he wasn’t lying about missing me.
“Uh…yeah. I know,” I replied.
He moved his mouth to my neck. “I tried to call…”
I grabbed the back of his head and tried to relax. I was so uptight, you’d think I’d never been with him before.
As he trailed kisses from my neck to my mouth, he said, “I been feenin’ for your little ass.”
I rolled my eyes. “Like you been sitting your ass up in here doing without.”
He raised his head, forehead creased as he licked his lips. Maurice was handsome—dark-skinned with piercing hooded eyes and an athletic build. He was a personal trainer and on my sex scale from zero to Damon, he was pretty close to the top, but he was known for being a player, worse than me. And he was a proven pathological liar. No way could I take his ass seriously as far as a relationship went.
“Naw, I ain’t been doing without, but ain’t none of them you. Ain’t none of them got what you got. Shit, I told you I’d leave all of them alone for you.”
Yeah, right. “Mm-hmm.”
He pushed me onto my back and hovered over me. I still had on my clothes. He wore only his boxer briefs and his signature cologne—Paco Rabanne’s 1 Million. I was hours from marrying Travis, but I needed this. I knew just one good orgasm would calm my nerves and ease the ache crowding my heart. Maurice was no Damon, but he could get the job done in a pinch. So there I was, chasing my pain relief yet again.
I lay there as Maurice untied the string at the waist of my pajama bottoms, then I lifted my butt so that he could pull them down my legs. He kissed my stomach as he eased his hand inside my panties, and I shut my eyes, still trying to relax. Then an image appeared behind my closed lids, causing me to gasp.
“Yeah, baby. You like that?” Maurice asked, I suppose believing I was reacting to his hand in my panties doing what it was doing. But that wasn’t the case. My mind was playing scenes of Damon with women, various women, first Ivy then others—faceless women. Reel after reel flashed in my mind of him laughing, smiling, holding their hands, making love to them…telling them he loved them. And then…and then I saw him in a white tuxedo, standing at an altar waiting for a woman who was not me.
The scene disappeared, and his words echoed in my mind: “…Then it’s over. I’m done asking—begging you to forgive me. No more friendship. No nothing. I’m done. I won’t ask again…”
“…Have a nice life, Nick, because I’m damn sure moving on with mine.”
That’s when I realized what the hell I was doing and just how stupid and useless it was. At that moment, all my transgressions were crystal clear. I bolted upright, making Maurice, who at some point in time had dropped his underwear, stumble. His dark eyes were full of confusion as I scooted to the foot of the bed and snatched my pants up from the floor.
“Look, Marcus, I’m sorry. I can’t do this,” I basically mumbled.
“Maurice!” he shouted.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Shit, my bad. I can’t do this, Maurice.”
“Are you fucking serious, Nicky?!”
As I hopped into my pants, I said, “I know. I know this is completely messed up. I wouldn’t blame you if you ignored my calls from now till the end of time. As a matter of fact, you should probably hate me for this. But I can’t do it. Not anymore.”
He grasped the back of his head, his eyes bugged. “You called me! You called me after you told me you couldn’t see me anymore. And you got the nerve to call me some other nigga’s name? I can’t believe your ass!”
I grabbed my keys from his dresser and shook my head, muttered, “Neither can I,” and headed for the door.
“This is some foul shit, Nicky!” he called after me.
“I’m sorry!” I shouted, as I slipped out of his apartment.
In my car, my hands trembled as I started the engine and pulled off the lot. I glanced at my phone, which I’d left sitting in the passenger’s seat, and sighed, feeling nervous about what I was about to do, what I needed to do. Shit, it was something I had to do.
I made it to one of my daddy’s car lots and pulled over, unsure of why I thought this would be a safe place to stop. Hell, was there a safe place for a woman to sit in her car alone at four o’clock in the morning? Maybe it was just the familiarity that made me feel secure, the name Strickland Motors painted in bold red script on the side of the building that consisted of nothing but windows.
I put the car in park and stared out the window at nothing really, trying to get my bearings and gather the nerve to dial the number. I almost changed my mind, but as soon as my hand touched my keys, I was reminded of the visions—Damon with someone else, spending the rest of his life with someone else, my Damon loving someone other than me, and I snatched my phone up and dialed the number.
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��H-hello? Nicky?” His voice was laden with sleep, and I felt bad for doing this over the phone, but it had to be done and I couldn’t deal with the dramatics of doing it in person.
“Hey, Travis? I’m sorry to be calling so late…or early, but there’s something I need to say to you and it can’t wait.”
Silence, and for a second, I thought he’d fallen back to sleep.
Finally, he said, “Yeah? What is it?” The dread in his voice was palpable. I really felt like shit for doing this to him. His family may not have been the nicest to me, with the exception of Piper, they might have seen me as beneath him, and perhaps I was in many ways, but Travis had been kind to me. He might not have made my heart race, but he was a good person and would make a good husband to someone, just not me. His best would never be good enough for me, because I wasn’t available. Hadn’t been for years. I belonged to Damon Davis—all of me.
“I can’t marry you,” I finally said in a voice so soft, I wasn’t sure he heard me.
“Babe, it’s just pre-wedding jitters. Everyone gets them. You’ll be—”
“No-no, that’s not it.” I was shaking my head so hard, I feared I’d get dizzy. “This is something I should’ve done a while ago. I-it was wrong to accept your proposal knowing I shouldn’t have. I-I can’t marry you and I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you.”
“Nicky, don’t do this. I know it’s scary. I’m afraid, too. I—”
“Travis, I cannot marry you. Ever. I just…can’t, and I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, from the bottom of my heart.”
I ended the call and left for Renee’s house where I showered, dressed, and sat on the side of her guest bed for a few minutes, taking the time to text my mother about my canceled wedding—knowing she’d share the information with the rest of my family—before heading to Damon’s, full of trepidation and anxiety, hoping it wasn’t too late, hoping against hope that he still wanted me.
20
Now…
We made love two more times before we both passed out on the loveseat, me with my body sprawled across it, feet on the floor, Nicky curled up on top of me. I woke up first and could tell from the way the sun streamed through the blinds on the huge living room window that it was early afternoon. I smiled down at Nicky as I rubbed my hand over her bare shoulder. She was still here. It wasn’t a dream, and my damn heart felt like it was about to burst. I had wished for this, wanted it for so long, it became like that dream people have for their lives that they know is nowhere within their reach. The ultimate fantasy, the if-the-planets-align-perfectly-and-a-miracle-happens fantasy. The improbable fantasy. Nicky was that for me.
And now she was here…with me.
She was mine.
Finally, mine.
She stirred, stretched on my body, then lifted her head and smiled at me. Looked into my eyes, and said, “Forever.”
I returned her smile. “And ever.”
When we used to say that to each other as kids, we were referencing our friendship. Now those words solidified our love.
“I love you,” I said, as I kissed her forehead.
She gave me another smile. “I love you, too.” Resting her head on my chest again, she sighed. “I could lay here with you like this until the end of time.”
“Hmm, me too. But your stomach keeps growling, so I think I should get up and feed you.”
“My stomach is not—” She was interrupted by a rumble so loud, she started giggling. “Shit, I guess I am hungry.”
I laughed. “I really put it on you, didn’t I? Got you all hungry and shit.” Before I could finish that statement, my stomach growled.
Nicky burst out laughing. “Who put what on whom, huh?”
Still grinning like a fool, I said, “I’m just hungry from all the energy I used dicking you down.”
“Whatever! You act like I didn’t do any work.”
“Oh, you put in some work. You gon’ put in some more, too, because—”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
We both jumped. Nicky actually jumped off of me and stood naked in the middle of my living room.
“Damon? You in there?!” It was Angie. For a second, I thought Travis had seen Nicky’s car in the driveway and was coming to start some shit about the canceled wedding. My ass was going to gladly finish it.
Nicky’s eyes searched the floor, and then she grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it over her head. As I pulled on my sweats, I said, “Really?”
She shrugged before reaching up and kissing my cheek.
I shook my head as I walked over to the door and cracked it open. “Hey, Ang. ‘Sup?”
She tried to glance behind me. “Uh, I see Nicky’s car out here. Is she okay?”
“Yeah, sorry about the noise…uh, my bad. She’s good, though.”
She cocked her head to the side and rolled her eyes. “Fool, I’m not talking about you two in here screwing like a couple of wild hyenas, although that’s…disturbing. I’m talking about her state of mind after calling her wedding off on the day of? My mom called and told me about it.”
“Oh.” I glanced behind me at Nicky sitting on the loveseat in my shirt. Then I lowered my voice. “Uh, Ang, I think the fact that we’ve been in here screwing like a couple of wild hyenas is a dead giveaway that she’s in a good state of mind.”
She nodded slowly. “Right…well, if you two decide to take a break, Ryan’s about to fire up the grill since we don’t have a wedding to go to. Renee and Zo are coming over. Y’all are welcome.”
“All right, cool.”
I closed the door and rushed to Nicky, grabbing her face and kissing her. “Hey, what was that you said in Russian when we were doing it this morning?”
She chuckled. “It was Polish.”
Nicky could be so crazy sometimes, it was easy to forget her extreme intelligence. She had a degree in Slavic languages and could speak several of them fluently. My ass lived in South Korea for two years and could only speak enough of the language to minimally survive. “Oh, my bad. What did you say in Polish?” I asked, with a grin.
She dropped her smile and looked into my eyes. “I said, ‘I love you so much.’”
I stared at her for a moment, my damn chest feeling like it was about to explode or collapse or something. Then I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder as I made my way to the bathroom.
She yelped, and said, “What are you doing?”
“I’m about to fuck the shit out of you in this shower before we get ready to head over to your sister’s to eat.”
Sitting on the back deck of my sister’s side of the duplex wearing one of Damon’s t-shirts and a pair of jeans I’d left at his place months earlier, I giggled from my seat on his lap as he nipped my neck with his teeth, and then looked up to see four pairs of amused eyes staring at us.
“I hope y’all’s asses are enjoying the show,” I said, with a smirk.
Zo and Ryan quickly looked away, as did Renee, but Angie gave me a mirroring smirk.
“What, Angie?” I sighed.
“Nothing,” she sang. “You two are just the cutest, sweetest, craziest, most dysfunctional sight I’ve ever seen. You really are some twisted besties.”
I pursed my lips and stuck my tongue out at her. “I’m happy for the first time in ever, so I’m not even gonna pull a comeback from my bitch repertoire for you. I’ma let you slide today, big sis.”
“You know what, I’m happy for you two. Both of you. I’m not even gonna trip on the fact that you were engaged to another man less than twenty-four hours ago. Shit, I’m ecstatic you dodged that bullet, just wish you’d done it before today,” Angie responded.
“Yeah, I know. I wish I could’ve come to myself earlier, too,” I said.
Damon squeezed me to him and kissed my arm. “I’m just glad you did at all. Glad you’re mine now, baby.”
I turned and fixed my eyes on his mouth, “Me, too,” I said, before kissing him, a peck that soon morphed into nothing short of public foreplay as he gripped a handfu
l of my ass and moaned into my mouth.
Angie cleared her throat. “Okay, okay, we’re gonna have to set some ground rules here. I’m all for y’all being together, always have been, and I know you two are adults, but shit, I still see Damon as my little brother. Y’all are gonna have to bring it down to a good PG around me until I can get adjusted to this new dynamic between you.”
“Aw, baby, leave them alone. They gotta get used to being a couple,” Ryan cooed, as he pulled her from her lawn chair into his lap. “You know how it is when you’re in love and can’t keep your hands off each other.” He looked into her eyes before sliding his hand up her thigh. “Right?”
Renee yelped, and I could see Zo had gotten all in her personal space.
“Y’all some nasty-ass married people,” I murmured.
Damon laughed as he kissed my neck. “Must run in the family.”
“You have no idea,” Angie said.
“Ugh,” Renee groaned, as she clutched her stomach. “I can’t even look at feathers anymore.”
“Or chaps or lassos, huh?” I goaded, snickering at the men’s confused expressions.
Angie hopped out of Ryan’s lap. “Enough of that. Baby, crank the music up and I’ma go grab the cards and dominoes. We ‘bout to kick it for real!”
Thirty minutes later, I was licking barbecue sauce from my fingers while I watched Ryan decimate Zo and Damon in a game of dominoes. Ryan was talking so much shit in that drawl of his, even his opponents were cracking up.
As he slammed a domino onto the patio table, scoring another ten points, he shouted, “Tennessee Toddy, all ass and no body! I don’t know why y’all agreed to play bones with me. You know what they call me back home in Louisiana? Boyé the Muthafuckin’ Domino Dominator! I almost feel sorry about the ass-kicking I’m putting on y’all. I mean, damn, are y’all even trying?”
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