“Even Samson said to stop acting like a whiny punk and go after what you want.” My long-time friend and business partner actually said, “Stop acting pussy-whipped and quit fuckin’ around.”
“So, the only reason you’re here is because Samson called you out, and you’re afraid of my father?”
“Samson’s always calling me out on some shit, and I think you already know I’m not afraid of your father.” I pull her closer. “The reason I’m here is because I’ve lived half a life way too long, and I’m not about to let you go ever again.”
“Sounds like you’re talking about forever.”
“Damn right, so stop giving me shit.” I lean in and attack her lips, pushing her back against the kitchen island. My hands roam down her back, cupping her ass until she grinds against me, desperate for more.
My frayed self-control unravels. I want to take this slow. Lay her out in bed and savor every part of her silky skin and delicate curves, because logic and restraint vanish when I’m with Cheryl. Ten years ago or now, it doesn’t matter. The urgency, the need for it never lessens.
“I want you to know you never have to be afraid again, ‘cause I see every part of you. Even when you’re scared and trying to act fearless and gutsy.”
Her hand slips between us. “Wow, that’s a lot of words for a man with a raging hard-on.”
“I know what you’re doin’. Playing down the real shit you’ve been through. I never doubt your courage, but from now on, I got you and Portia.”
“Reason why we’re good for each other. Neither one can hide from the other. Even if it’s painful as fuck, we show all sides, good and bad.”
“Right now, I’d like to show you my bad.” I cover her hand with mine, rubbing it over my painfully hard dick. “Or good, depending how you look at it.”
My fingers flip open the button of her shorts and ease down the zipper. I push them to the floor, then loop my forefinger under the lacy elastic of her thong and jerk my wrist until the flimsy material rips away.
“I have a feeling you’re going to be buying me lots of panties in the future.” She smirks. “I also think I’m going to love every minute of it.”
“Damn fuckin’ straight, and, yeah, you’re gonna love it all.” Gripping her waist, I haul her onto the counter.
She shivers when her ass cheeks hit the cold granite. I pull her into another kiss, my fingers frantically pulling at the button and zipper of my pants. I push away the material, then cup her ass again, notching myself between her thighs.
I angle her over my throbbing cock until I have her where I want her. I sink into her heat, and a low growl vibrates in the back of my throat.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” I mumble into the crook of her neck.
I dig my fingers into her hair, tugging her head back, then cover her collarbone with wet kisses. I push into her deeper, and my body shudders from the sheer erotic pleasure of finally having my woman right where I want her—right where I need her.
She anchors her arms around my neck and rides me to fuckin’ glory. I drop my head and watch as Cheryl’s body takes me in over and over again. Our bodies move in sync, and the pressure builds to a glorious level of pain and ecstasy.
My hips thrust faster with the need to make her feel all of me, unforgiving and without reservation. We take and give, neither one backing down.
“Without you, I’m nothing but a thug from Brooklyn,” I mumble against the soft skin of her neck.
Cheryl always lit me up in all the best ways, but this is different. This time, we’re working on forever, and that realization sets off a primal need. It makes everything real and fragile at the same time.
Her nails scratch me through my shirt, as she whispers, “Make that a hot thug from Brooklyn.” Her breath is hot, but her body is on fire.
She milks me with her pussy, pulling me deeper until she owns me, body and soul. My thrusts quicken, each one bringing us closer until she throws back her head, screaming out my name, long and loud.
“Fuck!” I yell as I explode, knowing there’s no going back, no past, just the here and now—together.
I draw in a deep breath, my body savoring the euphoric high of finally being fulfilled. “I guess we gotta buy this house now,” I mumble into her hair. “Seeing as we christened it.”
“Just like the first time, all those years ago,” she adds. “We were always so impatient for each other.”
“Never could wait when you were naked. You fuckin’ light me up from the inside out.”
“Always such a bad boy.”
“And you love it.”
