Onyx stood from the couch and stuck his hand out for me to grab.
When I was on my feet, he pulled me into his chest and ran his hand down my back. After a few seconds, he slowly lifted my chin with his thumb.
“Don’t act like that now. It was written all over your face.” He pecked my lips. “As far as our activities, we can do whatever you want to do and how you want.” He kissed me again. “If you want to play a round of UNO while you sit on my dick, we can do that.”
My breathing hitched in my chest, but Onyx wasn’t done.
“You know what? I think I like the idea of you sitting on my dick while we play some games.” His voice was low as his finger ran down the middle of my chest.
Even with my hoodie and shirt underneath, I could still feel the warmth from his finger. I could have been hallucinating because Onyx definitely held me in a trance. “First, we eat though. I didn’t cook for nothing.” The corner of his mouth lifted into a sexy smirk. “Where’s Spencer?” Onyx asked as he led me to the dining room.
It was a good thing we separated when we did because I was close to saying the food and whatever else he had planned could wait. I felt like a horny damn dog every time I was around Onyx, especially once we crossed the line.
I cleared my throat from the lust-filled thoughts I had. “Spencer is with Kayla. I didn’t want to impose.”
Onyx pulled the chair out, then pushed it forward once I was seated.
“He’s your baby. Why would it be imposing on me? That’s like you telling me Turquoise could never come to your house.”
“I would never tell you that, and kids are different from pets.”
He just shrugged and sat in the chair in front of me. The table was a simple four-piece dining room set in dark brown. It was nice and the perfect size for his small family.
“I’m just saying. The next time, you can bring him with you if you want.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Oh, let me tell you what he did earlier.”
I told Onyx the story about the guy that tried to get my phone number as he scooped pasta onto my plate. It was creamy Cajun chicken Alfredo, and it smelled and looked good. A basket of dinner rolls sat in the middle of the table. One long candle was next to it.
“That’s my boy,” Onyx said once I finished the story.
Initially, I thought about asking if it was okay to bring Spencer, but I changed my mind. I wanted a night of no interruptions, and since Kayla volunteered to watch him, I dropped his ass off on the way to Onyx’s. I giggled to myself because Spencer was very much my son.
“Anyway. How was your day?”
He talked about the few calls he went on. He worked the overnight shift, so he got off earlier that morning. I would have told him to cancel the date if he worked later. Or at least offered to fix the food, but I had a feeling he would have told me no.
We talked about basic stuff while we ate. Once we finished eating, we moved back to the living room. Onyx moved the coffee table back so we could sit on the floor. The flowers were moved to a different table in the room. The black carpet was plush and comfortable.
A bottle of wine sat on the coffee table, and I noticed a LEGO box. I couldn’t see which one it was, because Onyx had something covering it.
“Are we building a LEGO set?”
“We are, and it’s not just any set.” He moved to the box in front of my face, and my eyes lit up when I noticed it was a Nintendo Gameboy set.
“Eek.” I clapped my hands.
Onyx chuckled as he took the pieces out of the box.
“I’m glad you are excited about it. It shouldn’t take us long to put it together since it has under five hundred pieces.”
Onyx spread the pieces around the table, then we got to work. We were quiet for the most part, except to help each other put the pieces together. Occasionally, our eyes would meet across the table since he sat on the opposite side—each time, my middle clenched. Onyx shouldn’t have been as fine as he was.
“Can I ask a question?”
Onyx looked up from putting the two pieces he held together. “Shoot.”
“You talk about your stepmom, but never about your birth mother.”
