“You know we’ll be thirty soon. Calling you Rage seems a bit…” her voice trailed off.
“That’s my name, and I’m gon’ stick beside it. If you want to call me something different, call me bae.”
Leighton smirked as the waitress placed the lemon drop she ordered in front of her. “Isn’t that name reserved for Kira?”
“Don’t piss me off, shorty,” I groaned again.
Leighton giggled. “I won’t lie and say I’m not nervous, Rage. You treated me very well. In fact, you were a great boyfriend, and that had me head over heels in love with you. When we broke up, that shit hurt. It hurt bad. I didn’t love Markell. He was cool, but I wasn’t in love with him. Still, the way he played in my face and hasn’t so much as asked me if I even had the child, it left a reallybad taste in my mouth. I’m starting to feel like trusting a man with my heart or even my body is a mistake.”
Despite the fact that I could see where she was coming from, I still frowned. “Me and that lame ass nigga are nothing alike. I madeonemistake, Leigh. It was a big mistake, but hurting you on purpose isn’t some shit I’d ever do. I don’t know what you can do with those other niggas, but I know what you can do with me. And that’s rest in the fact that I love you, and I’d do anything to make you happy. I don’t have a lot of money. Shit, soon, you might be making more than me, but I’ll work at the shop every day and detail cars for a few hours. I’ll do Instacart. Shit, I’ll learn a new trade. Go to barber school.”
“Slow down, please,” Leighton chuckled. “I don’t need money from you. I just need to know that giving you a second chance won’t be a mistake.”
“Besides when we broke up, have I ever let you down?”
Leighton pursed her lips and pretended to be thinking.
“Fuck outta here,” I laughed. Picking up my glass, I sipped the cognac. “So, I got my girl back?” I asked for clarity.
“I’m thinking about it,” she simpered, and I knew I had her.
LEIGHTON
The lemon drops I consumed at dinner had me feeling warm and fuzzy as I followed Rage into his apartment. He was probably tired of me saying it, but I was proud of him. Rage wasn’t king pin status when he was selling drugs, but I never saw a time where he didn’t have at least $1,000 in his pockets. He made money fast, and he made a lot of it. For a person that grew up in the hood and had parents whose income was barely above the poverty line, for him to see a few thousand dollars a day was damn good.
The fact that he gave the fast money up to earn an honest living was admirable. Rage had indeed grown up. Looking around his space I smiled. “Clean, and it smells good.” I nodded in approval.
“Did you expect anything less?” Rage wrapped his arms around me and pressed his body into mine. “I missed you, Leigh. I missed you bad as fuck.”
Fisting the fabric of his shirt, I looked up into his face. “Show me.”
Rage picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. After placing me on the bed, he removed my shoes. While he did that, I unbuttoned my shirt. We maintained eye contact as heunbuttoned my pants. Flat on my back, I lifted my hips, so he could pull them down. My red panties were see through, and he got an eye full before removing them. Since having Jaxon, I had tiger marks on my belly, but I wasn’t insecure about them. Rage admired them like a work of art before placing sensual kisses on my belly that was back flat but definitely flawed.
I hadn’t been having sex, and I’d been busy as hell, so getting waxed wasn’t on my list of priorities. There was hair there, but Rage didn’t seem to mind. From my belly to the inside of my thighs and then my flower, he kissed, licked, and sucked. My stomach caved, and I pulled my lips into my mouth as he suckled my clit. My nipples were so hard they ached as Rage buried his face in my pussy. He moaned, and I clenched his wicks in my hands as my back arched, and my eyes shut.
“Fuck, baby,” my chest heaved.
Bucking against his face as my stomach tightened, I gasped. He’d only been between my thighs for a few minutes, and I was already on the verge of an orgasm. Rage lapped my juices and continued to moan as my toes curled.
“Yes, baby,” I whimpered as his tongue flickered over my asshole.
“Let me taste that shit,” he moaned as my body jerked.
My body released on command, and Rage devoured my juices like a dehydrated man. Aftershocks were hitting me like crazy, and I couldn’t stop jerking. He came up for air, and I was borderline delirious.
“I haven’t had unprotected sex since you, and I got checked a few months ago. Can I feel you?” he whispered.
Rather than answering him with words, I cupped the sides of his face in my hands and snaked my tongue into his mouth. Being that it was my first time having sex since giving birth, I was nervous but the deeper he kissed me, the more my yonipulsated. Rage pushed his tip into my opening causing me to moan into his mouth.
Pulling back, he stared into my eyes as he pushed the rest of himself into me. My lids fluttered, and Rage sucked on my neck. He was being so gentle. With each stroke, I got wetter. His thumb lightly grazed my nipple, and I shivered. Locking my legs around his waist, I nipped at his bottom lip.
“I love you,” he whispered while increasing the pace of his strokes.
“I love you too.”
Rage pinned my arms above my head and hit me with long, deep strokes. “Say that shit again.”
“I love you, and I’m about to cum,” my back arched as he fucked me harder.
