He let out a low curse, guttural and raw. His hand went straight to the back of my head, fingers gripping my hair like he was trying to keep his control.
“This shit sexy as hell, Lo,” he said, voice deep and strained. “I been waiting to see you on your knees for me.”
“I love being on my knees for you.” And I did, the man was so good to me in every way.
I looked up at him while I took him in my mouth, slow at first, letting him feel every inch of it. My hand wrapped around the base, stroking while my tongue worked the tip. The sloppier it got the more the sounds echoed in the room.
“Damn, baby, suck that shit.” He groaned, breath breaking, hips pushing forward like he couldn’t stop himself. His stomach tightened, and the heat rolling off him hit me straight in my core.
I took him deeper, pushing past my gag just to hear that little break in his breath when I reached his limit. His grip tightened in my hair, guiding me, holding my face exactly where he wanted it. Every time my tongue traced that sensitive spot under the head, his whole body twitched, and another rough curse slipped out of him.
He pulled me up when he hit that point of almost losing it, lifting me like I weighed nothing. I was tossed onto the bed, and a giggle escaped.
“Aint shit funny, Lo. You know I can’t handle that gagging shit for too long.”
He made me swallow all of my giggles when his hands wrapped around my thighs. He positioned himself between my legs and spread me open. The air hit my clit, and I hissed. His mouth was on me before I could even settle. His tongue slid over me slowly and then roughly, licking me like he wanted the taste stuck to his memory. I held his head, grinding against his mouth, heat rising fast and sharp.
“Yesss, just like that baby.”
The sounds coming out of us didn’t sound controlled anymore. They were raw, greedy, hungry. His mouth kept working me until my thighs shook; he didn’t pull back. He held me there and took it all.
“DaVinci…” My voice shook, but I didn’t care. I needed him right there. My body arched off the bed. I wanted him to stop, but on the otherhand, the second orgasm was building and approaching faster than the first. “Baby, please.”
He didn’t answer. He just held my hips still and kept going, tongue moving in deep, controlled circles that pulled every sound out of me. He didn’t rush. He didn’t stop to talk. He stayed exactly where I needed him until my thighs trembled and I came hard, screaming his name and making promises.
When he finally came up for air, he kissed the inside of my thigh, then the other, slow and warm. I was still trying to find my breath when he stood over me, chest rising and falling, eyes full of lust and adoration. He leaned down, kissed my shoulder, and whispered against my skin…“You mine, Angel. And I’m not letting up.”
If it wasn’t clear before, it was clear now. I was stuck with him. But there was no place I’d rather be.
Two weeks later
Life with Halo had settled into a rhythm I didn’t see coming but wasn’t about to question. It wasn’t loud or dramatic; it was a slow shift, the kind you don’t notice until you realize the whole house smells like her body wash and half your laundry basket is her shit. She was at my place more than hers now, moving through my space, owning it, and I wasn’t sending her home. Not ever.
Her bonnet lived on my nightstand.
Her oils, balms, salves, and lotions lived in my shower.
My hoodie damn near lived on her body.
Brixxi had a whole room she’d claimed, even though she still curled up on Halo’s side of my bed every night.
We didn't sit down and talk about titles or what we were doing. We didn't need to. We just fit—easy, natural, like we had both been walking toward this without knowing it. Real peace felt brand new to me, like something I had to teach my body how to accept.
She showed up for me at that game weeks ago, stood ten toes down in front of the whole arena, and something in me clicked so hard I damn nearfelt it in my teeth. She’s it. The woman I’m building around. The woman I want to spend my mornings and my nights with. The woman I’d go to war behind.
We’d turned my house into a home without even trying. She'd slide into my kitchen humming, press her mouth to mine before heading out, then come back and settle right where she belonged. It was domestic in a way I didn't think I needed, but I did. I needed every part of it. I missed her terribly when I was gone. And the wildest part was that having her around, having this didn’t scare me, not even a little. If anything, losing her was what scared me.
So when she told me she had a derby bout tonight, I already knew where I was gonna try and be, especially after the attitude she gave me earlier. Halo only got snappy when she needed me, and I wasn’t about to leave her sitting in that warehouse wondering if I cared.
The warehouse smell hit me the second I stepped inside. Sweat, popcorn, cheap beer, and bodies pressed tight. Nothing like the polished arenas I was used to, but it had a life, culture. A heartbeat. And she was the center of it.
I kept my hood low, slid through the crowd, and found a corner near the back wall. Half-hidden. Perfect. I didn’t need eyes on me. I needed eyes on her. And there she was.
Halo moved with purpose, clearing bodies and owning the floor. When she checked that girl into the rail with her hips, heat shot through me. I'd seen her charge into burning buildings, but this was different. This was her in her element, and she was damn good at it.
She didn't flinch, didn't hesitate, didn't hold back. Out there she was pure aggression, skating like she'd fight anybody who got in her way.
My woman was a menace.
