“Maybe just one,” she says before slightly tilting her head back. After running my tongue across her lips, I kiss her until she moans into my mouth. Her arms raise around my shoulders and she latches her hands around my neck. Her eyes open and she stares at me. “Okay, one more,” she says and I gladly grant her wish.
There’s so much more I want to do to her with my lips, but because I promised Amara that I would put the lights up on the house, I exercise the strength of Samson and pull back after the second kiss. After squeezing her ass, I peck the side of her neck.
“We have work to do,” I say and she sighs but agrees.
Two at a time, I take the bins downstairs into the house. While I untangle and check the lights, she makes hot apple cider and fills two insulated mugs. Then we head out to decorate the house.
For the next two hours, I allow her sexy ass to boss me around and direct me as I attach lights to the trim of the roof, along the beams, and around the logs on the porch. I place the Black Santa and his sleigh inflatable on the roof and scatter the individual reindeer, large gifts, and extra-large ornament inflatables in the yard. She hangs a large wreath on the door.
“Amara is going to absolutely love this. Thank you,” she says before throwing her arms around my neck.
“The design was all you. I was just the worker, ma’am,” I tease. After a long, deep kiss, she smiles then looks at her watch.
“I better go get her. You riding with me?” she asks.
“No. I need to do a little in the barn. I’ll work in there while you go get her.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I got to earn my keep.”
“Oh, you earned that last night,” she says and we both laugh. “Since we are doing the tree tonight, I’m going to grab pizza and wings. You seem like a mega meat man to me. Are you cool with that?”
“Yeah, that’s straight.”
“Alright. I’ll be back. The house is open and there’s more cider on the stove. It’s really cold out here and you need to stay warm.”
After pecking my lips, she walks to her truck in the driveway and I gather the empty bins. Once she pulls out of the driveway, I take the bins back into the attic, remove my gloves, and wash my hands. I leave the wet gloves in the attic because I can’t use them while I’m wiring the barn.
Wren is right; it’s cold as hell out and it’s starting to snow again. So before trekking to the barn, I stop in the house and refill my mug with the hot apple cider. My grandmother made cider all the time but hers never tasted as good as Wren’s. I swear everything she makes tastes good as hell.
In the barn, I begin with safely removing all the old wiring. The outlets, switches, and fixtures will be next. This first step is tedious because everything has to be removed with care and precision. I’m about an hour and a half into my removal process when I hear Amara yelling my name.
“Meleck! Oh my God, Meleck!” I hear before she comes charging into the barn. I’m on my knees and she charges me before I can stand up. Her arms fly around me from behind and she hugs my back tight as hell. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love it all. It’s beautiful!” she squeals.
“I told you I would do it for you,” I tell her.
Laughing, she says, “Sorry. I attacked you.” She releases me then sits on the barn floor next to me. “You got Santa and the sleigh to work. It didn’t last year and we didn’t have it but it’s back. You fixed it. I already made a video and posted it on Skroll. I have over a hundred likes already,” she gushes. “You on Skroll? I can tag you.”
“Nah. I’m not on social media.”
“I can make you a page and say that you are an electrician. I bet people would want to hire you, especially when I post my sweater tomorrow.”
“Thanks, but I don’t need a page.”
“Then, how you gon’ get customers here?” she asks matter of factly. “You’re staying, right?”
Amara has those same piercing eyes as her sister, and right now she’s staring at me, waiting for my response to her seemingly simple question. To her, it’s easy. I’m here and I’m staying. That very thought has been on my mind all damn dayand here she is saying it out loud, verbalizing my thoughts and making it real plain.
“I did think about it,” I find myself admitting.
“Well, you should. My sister likes you and she doesn’t like too many people. She used to give her ex hell but she’s not like that with you. She’s nice; she let you meet me and you know I’m special. Plus, I know you like her too,” she says with pursed lips.
“That might be true,” I say, totally amused at her.
“Oh, it’s true. Trust! So, stay. You just need more clothes though.”
“Damn. You just gon’ call me out like that.”
