The sound of my door opening and her vanilla and peaches scent filling the air had me fighting the smile that threatened to break across my face. I was still in the kitchen clearing out space for all of the food and snacks Anna had brought for McKay.
“Mmm… I swear I can smell it already,” she said as she rounded the corner, coming into my view.
“I’m telling my mama you only want me for my food,” I teased as I greeted her with a hug and quick kiss to her forehead.
It had only been two weeks since this whole thing got started, and if we had boundaries and rules in place before, they were slowly fading. The only thing we had yet to do was kiss on the lips and no sex. But whether McKay knew it or not, this was starting to feel and move like a new relationship between us.
She smiled as she tilted her head to the side.
“It’s not your food when your mama asks what I want her to make, BK.” Her fresh face was bare paired with a messy bun. I scanned her body up and down, taking everything in, frowning when I came to her feet only in a pair of slides.
“It’s not even fifty degrees outside, M&M. Why the hell are you out here with no socks and shoes on?” I scolded as I walked into her space, helping take her coat off.
“BK, I couldn’t put on my socks. I haven’t washed my feet yet; I came straight here. Besides, calm down. I literally wasn’t outside no longer than two minutes tops between there and here. Now, quit fussing and show me my food please.” She clapped her hands, making her way over to the sink to wash them. I stood with a perplexed expression on my face trying to understand why she would need to wash her feet after a pedicure and how comfortable she moved in my space given this was only her third time here and second in my kitchen.
She bounced around, looking for a paper towel as I walked up behind her, opening the cabinet below the sink, putting her ass right in my face. Was it necessary to touch it, no, but did I? Yes. I had to see if it was soft, like the pillow it resembled. It was big, round, and all I wanted to do was bury my face in it.
I expected McKay to jump but she didn’t. She slapped my hand away, causing me to smirk. I was on some perv shit, and she knew it by the glare she tossed my way.
“Oh shit, my bad, but the paper towels are under here. It helps to clear counter space,” I said as I stood, moving my hand to her waist.
“Uh huh, sure. Don’t get fresh, BK. You stay breaking the rules,” she said as I stepped back, going for a bottle of water and fork to finish setting her up at the island where she headed.
“Naw, that was for educational reasons, you know, just in case someone asks me if I know what I’m doing with all that and if I even know what it feels like. Now I can say with confidence all that pillowy ass is mine,” I said, putting the items down before going for the microwave, hitting the thirty second button four times.
“It’s not yours and you do know the number two button works the same.”
“It’s not the same, and to save myself from a nerd experience of embarrassment of how or why I know that, just trust me. And I love reminding you of the fact that for the next two and a half months it’s mine to whoever asks. So I hope you’re telling those muthafuckas when they’re hitting on you that you’ve got a man who ain’t nothing to play with because he’s a clean shot. Now, explain to me why we don’t have shoes on in the middle of October.”
“Yes, I trust my technicians but I don’t know who’s all in those tubs. I even spray my feet down after with an athlete’s foot care as a precaution. You never know and I don’t take any chances. So before I put on my shoes, my real shoes, I wash my feet. These are my pedicure shoes. I clean these too. Can you feed me now?”
“Yes. But going forward, just for the winter months, with you being pregnant, pedicures will be a home care thing. I can’t have you outside even for a second with no shoes, McKay.” She snorted but I was serious.
“BK, and who is going to do my feet then? I don’t have one of those personal techs who travel with foot massage bowls. I’ll be fine.” She waved me off as I took her container out, checking to make sure it was hot all the way through before putting it in front of her.
“McKay, if I can’t find someone, then I’ll do them myself, but I’m shutting that shit down now. Now taste it so I can call Anna and you can give her a live review.”
“Wait, a live review?” I heard and saw the panic in her tone and written all over her face as her brows shot up along with her eyes growing wide. I chuckled at her innocent nature.
“Yeah, since she missed you, she requested this to see if you like this one. It’ll be quick and painless, I promise.” I went for myphone in my back pocket to video call Anna who was just excited as McKay was about the food, answering on the first ring.
“Damn, did it ring, Mama?”
“Burkeley, I swear between you and Arthur, you must think I’m one of y’all little ass friends, cussing with me. And yes, it rang.”
The low moan that came through my other ear had me turning to see McKay with her eyes closed and chewing slowly.
“What’s that smile for? Is McKay there?”
“Yes, and just took her first bite, you yapping at me and you missed it.” I took my seat next to McKay, stretching my arm over the back of her chair and leaning into her, invading her space completely and loving every moment of being this close to her.
I flipped the camera so it was facing us, calling out to McKay at the same time, getting her attention.
“M&M, Mama’s on the line.”
McKay perked up, mouth full of food. She had gone back in for another bite that quick. Her smile was small due to her full cheeks but she waved and I could tell by her bright eyes that it was a sincere gesture.
“Oh my gosh, Burkeley, you didn’t tell me it was the same woman from the picture. Hello, dear, it’s a pleasure to meet you. How is the pasta? I don’t get to cook for new folks these days and I’m afraid my family is biased.”
