Higher Love

by Alexandria House

  And then I had to pee.

  When I stepped out of the bathroom and checked the time, I sighed. I had all of these plans of just showing up at his doorstep and now I was so frustrated, I was a second from giving up and trying again in the morning.

  Then out of nowhere, a clap of thunder shook the walls of my apartment and the bottom fell out of the sky. It didn’t even look like it was going to rain just a few minutes earlier, let alone storm. This whole thing was truly becoming a comedy of errors. I couldn’t recall the last time I left home without my cell phone and now this random-ass thunderstorm? I gave up.

  I sat down and dialed his number. I would’ve preferred our reunion to be face to face, but I needed to talk to him now so I could say what I needed to say before something else crazy happened. When I heard his hello being filtered into my ear through the phone, I melted right then and there. His voice rendered me speechless.

  “Hello?” he repeated. “Greer, you there?”

  A single tear rolled down my cheek as I said, “Say my name again.”

  “Oh, baby. Greer. Greer...”

  I sucked in a breath and smiled. “I’ve missed you.”

  “Baby, I’ve missed you, too...so much. Thank you. Thank you for calling me.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I watched the video. I saw the end of the DVD. I saw what happened after you left the restaurant.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  “Was that guy, the one she called, the one who took your seat and ate your steak and talked all that shit about you and your money, was he the same man she cheated with?”

  “Yep, I don’t know who he is, nor do I care to know, but he definitely means more to her than she let on.”

  “He wasn’t too happy about her not getting any money from you.”

  “Yeah…and he was pissed about her giving you that check without cashing it.”

  “I really, really wanna kick her ass for what she did to you and to us. I wanna kick both their asses.”

  “Get in line.”

  “Derek—how did you record her without her knowing?”

  “Paid a private detective to do it. He arrived before I did and set up a hidden camera in the flowers at the table next to ours. I had to pay the waiter to make sure that table remained unoccupied. I even had to wear a mic made to look like a tie clip. I felt like a real spy. It worked out better than I imagined. I was surprised she wasn’t more suspicious, but I think she had her mind on trying to get another check out of me, since from what that guy said, that was the point of her agreeing to have dinner with me.”

  “Derek, I—”

  “Wait, baby, I need to say something to you first. I’m sorry about—”

  “You already apologized. I get it now. I understand. She’s a conniving bitch, and you tried to help her and you didn’t tell me everything probably because you thought I wouldn’t believe you, and I proved you right when you did try to tell me the truth. Look, I don’t care about any of that anymore. I just want you back. I want us back. Today. Right now.”

  “You have no idea how it makes me feel to hear you say that. It’s like…shit, I can’t describe what it feels like to have you back in my life. I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “Well, if you love me…let me in, baby. I’m at your door.”

  The door flew open and there she stood, just as beautiful as ever, her face wet with tears. She fell into me despite the fact that I was soaking wet from the rain, and wrapped her arms around me.

  “You’re here,” she said into my chest.

  “I left Houston right after I missed your first call.”

  “Did you take one of the jets?”

  I smiled down at her. “Of course I did.” I peeked inside her apartment. “I see you got the flowers.”

  She laughed. “Yeah, all ten tons of them.”

  I squeezed her tightly, closed my eyes at the feel of her softness against my body.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

  “I’m sorry, too.”

  I buried my nose in her hair, inhaled the scents of coconut and shea butter, backed out of her embrace enough to reach down and gently grasp her chin and tilt her head up. She looked into my eyes and kissed me softly. I pressed my lips harder against hers and when she opened her mouth, I dipped my tongue inside and found hers as I lifted her, carrying her into her apartment and kicking the door shut. Setting her down, I backed her against a wall, lifting her hands and pinning them above her head as my mouth devoured hers. The more she moaned, the more I hungered for her. Shit, I was starving for this woman.

  I let go of her hands and dropped to my knees in front of her, lifted her blouse and kissed the warm flesh of her stomach before resting my head against it and gripping her waist with my hands. “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you, too. I love you so much.”

  I looked up at her as she dug her hands in my dreadlocks. Then I pulled her long skirt down over her hips, letting the fabric fall to her feet.

  No panties.

  That’s my girl.

  I smiled as I lifted her left leg and rested it on my right shoulder while she braced herself against the wall. I flicked my tongue across her bud, eliciting a loud moan from her.

  Bathing her sex with my tongue, I plunged one finger, then two, inside of her. She grabbed my head, shouted, “Damn, baby!”

  For several minutes, I licked and nipped at her clit, pulling it between my lips and suckling it when I felt her right leg buckle. I put my hand on her stomach and felt it quiver. Her body tightened as she screamed my name and spilled all over my fingers.

  She got hers.

  I was going to make sure she got it again...and again.

  Easing her left leg down, I reached for her hand, pulling her onto the floor with me. She snatched her blouse over her head, now totally nude, making my groin ache even more than it already was. With her on her back, I hovered over her and kissed her deeply while she pulled my body onto hers and wrapped her legs around me. I ended the kiss, dragging my mouth from hers to her neck, her chest, and her breasts, taking my time to lavish both with attention. She thrashed beneath me, gasping, moaning, thrusting her sex at me. She was ready for me now, and I was more than ready for her, but I was fighting to keep control, to take my time and love her in a way that she would never forget. This reunion of ours would be one for the record books.

  I moved further down her body, dipped my tongue in her navel, and then lifted my body from hers. She reached for me, whispered, “Baby?”

  “I’m still here.”

  I damn near ripped my clothes off while she sat up and watched. She crawled to me, pushed me on my back on the plush orange rug that covered a great part of the floor, dipped her head and caught my left nipple between her teeth. I reached to touch her, but she grabbed my wrists and held them to the floor over my head. She suckled and nipped at my nipples for several minutes before straddling my body and covering my mouth with hers. When she finally let go of my wrists, I rolled us both over, changing the power structure.

  I needed to be in control.

  She didn’t seem to mind at all.

  I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and finding it impossible to hold out any longer, entered her while fixing my eyes on hers. “Ah! Shit, baby!!” I yelled at the sensation of my flesh meeting hers, her juices bathing my shaft.

  She clawed at me as I found my rhythm, gliding my length in and out of her wetness.

  She felt so good.

  Too good.

  I made love to her hard and fast, unable to control the pace, my heart racing, my body rocking into hers. I lost count of how many times I told her I loved her and how many times she reciprocated. And when it ended, when my body grew limp from exhaustion, I held her to me, determined to never let her go again.

  We lay there on the floor for hours, sated and spent, naked and dewy with sweat. The scents of the flowers and our sex mingled in
the air and I inhaled deeply. I was lying on my back, him on his stomach, his head resting on my belly. I rubbed my hand over his dreadlocks, raking them away from his face with my fingers, caressed his forehead and sighed. My body was tingling from head to toe.

  “I love you,” he murmured.

  I closed my eyes and smiled. “I love you, too. I don’t ever want us to be apart again. When you leave here, I’m leaving with you.”

  He looked up at me. “I know you didn’t think I was leaving you here. The only way that can happen is if I move in here with you.”

  “Hmm, thank you for not giving up on us even when I did.”

  He moved up my body to face me. “You didn’t give up. You accepted the flowers, you never returned any of my gifts, you opened the DVD and watched it. You never gave up on us. And I thank you for that.”

  “I left my ring at your house, though.”

  “Oh, yeah.” He rolled off of me, reached for his pants, dug in the pocket, and pulled out my ring. “Give me your hand.”

  As he slid it onto my finger, I said. “Thank you. I’ll never take it off again.”

  “You’re welcome, baby.”

  He lay over my body and brushed his lips across mine. Then he smiled.

  “What are you smiling about?” I asked.

  He took my hand and placed it on his rock hard penis.

  With wide eyes, I said, “Oh…”

  42

  Six Months Later

  “Damn, stop crying, Trevia! You’re not the one getting married,” Denise fussed. “This is the last time I’m fixing your make-up.”

  I shook my head at my two friends. My make-up was done and I was all dressed and ready to go, and although I was getting married in less than thirty minutes, I was cool and calm. It was those two nuts that couldn’t seem to get it together.

  “Y’all both need to get a grip,” I said. “Denise, you’re shaking like an Alaskan stripper. Calm down before you have Trevia looking like The Joker.”

  “Whatever. I don’t know why you’re so calm. Unless…” She left her post at the make-up table in my suite and walked over to me, giving me a once-over for so long, I started wondering if something was wrong with my make-up.

  “What?” I asked, looking down at the cream-colored, off-shoulder, formfitting gown that Trevia made for me.

  “You got you some this morning, didn’t you?”

  I gave her a tiny smile.

  “Damn, y’all couldn’t wait?” Denise asked, throwing her hands up.

  I shrugged.

  Trevia walked over to us with a half made-up face and her hands on her hips. “I thought y’all had separate rooms?”

  “We did. He somehow, accidentally ended up in my room early this morning and my gown just came off by itself, and—”

  Denise shook her head. “Uh-uh. I’m not fooling with this heifer today. Come on, Trevia. Let me get you fixed up so we can get this wedding over with. Don’t make no sense…”

  A few minutes later, a knock at the door signaled it was time for the ceremony to start. There were so many things I was thankful for as I left the room holding a bouquet of white roses with my two best friends flanking me. I was thankful for both of them. I was thankful for this gorgeous destination wedding in Nassau, Bahamas, that I didn’t have to plan thanks to Trevia. I was thankful my father was walking me down the aisle. I was thankful for our family and friends who’d traveled from far and near just to see us exchange vows. And as I stepped barefoot onto the white sands of the beach, I was thankful I would be spending the rest of my life loving and making love to the smiling, fine, chocolate, dreadlocked, barefoot man dressed head-to-toe in cream and waiting for me where the sands of the beach met the Atlantic Ocean.

  Here’s a sneak peek at Made to Love, Trevia’s story (Coming Soon):

  1

  Trevia

  You know your life is careening out of control when you wake up moaning with your love pocket thrumming between your legs.

  I’d had another dream, another dream about Wesley Lee Anderson, and Miss Kitty was down there acting a big-time fool. A year after finding out he not only had a wife but two kids that he and his wholefamily kept hidden from me for the entirety of our three-year relationship, I was still having pornographic dreams about him and his biggie-sized penis. My first error was ever deciding to have sex with him in the first place. My second error was having sex with him more than once that first night, but the first time was so good, I needed another shot of him so I could be sure it wasn’t just a fluke.

  It wasn’t.

  Believe me.

  So then my third error was trying to turn a hood-famous stripper into a house-husband. It never happened, because dear Wesley had a deeply-rooted vagina addiction. He loved the smell of it, the taste of it, the feel of it, which all worked out to my advantage when he was home. The problem was, his tall, dark, impossibly fine with the huge penis asswas never home. NEVER! So I guess my current situation—being apart from him but desperately wanting him—wasn’t so foreign to me. What was different was that I couldn’t anticipate his return. I had no expectation of him putting out the fire between my legs.

  I sighed and with my eyes still closed, reached over, opened the single drawer of the nightstand, and pulled out what I liked to call my battery-operated helper. Flicked the switch on it and listened to the little motor start, sputter, and die before I could get it under the covers.

  Damn-it!

  I’d forgotten to replace the batteries.

  I threw my helper on the floor, rolled over onto my stomach, and snatched the sticky note that held that morning’s affirmation from my mirrored headboard.

  “You are worth a world of love. Now get up and go get it.”

  I crumpled the note up and threw it on the floor, too. It didn’t travel as far as my helper. Rolling over onto my back, I stared at the mirrored ceiling, recalled how my dumb ass had had it installed shortly after Wesley moved in so I could see him in action. It was like watching Picasso paint or something. He was a master at sex. I suppose that was why I was still dreaming about it. I suppose that was why I had to fight daily not to call him and request a booty call. Yes, I was addicted to him, emphasis on the dic, but I wasn’t going to let myself fall into that pit again, the pit where I did all kinds of dumb stuff to make things work with him. Things I’d criticized other women for doing—paying bills, believing lies, actual stalking. I wasn’t doing that mess ever again.

  Never ever.

  I sat up on the side of my bed, scowled at my helper, then reminded myself I had two whole hands full of fingers. Grinning, I headed to the shower to get some relief.