I smiled at Leigh over Doodle Bop’s head as the waitress walked up to take our order. We got one cheese pizza, then a pepperoni too. Since Iylah was busy coloring, I focused my attention on Leigh. I reached for her hand behind Iylah’s body. She allowed me to intertwine our fingers.
“I miss you. When you coming over to see me?”
“How can you miss me when I’m seeing you right now?”
Leaning behind, Iylah I hooked her chin, forcing her to turn her head toward me. “I need to hold your soft body in my arms. It’s the only thing that’s going to make me feel better.”
She blinked slowly, trying her best not to smile, but I knew I had her right where I wanted her. Soon enough, she’d be in an even better position when she was on the tip of my tongue and dick. But one thing at a time.
“What’s wrong?”
I shook my head. “We can talk about it while we’re laid up, Squirt.”
She quickly covered her face with her hands. “Oh my God, stop it!”
I chuckled. “What I’m doing?” I leaned back against the booth with my arms folded across my chest.
“You keep saying all the right things.”
“And what’s wrong with that?”
She slowly dropped her hands, then slightly turned to face me. I could see the uncertainty swirling in her eyes. “I don’t want to fall in love with your words.”
I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed the back of it. “Fall in love with my actions then.”
She melted right before my eyes, and if I could guess, I’d say the seat of her panties was soaked right then. I licked my lips with a smirk. The pizza being set on the table kept her from having to respond, but I knew my words pierced her heart. That was all I needed—for her to know I wasn’t playing, and when I saw something I wanted, I didn’t stop until I got it.
7
VALLEIGH
“What are we doing here?” I questioned Sym when we pulled up outside of Artic Three.
It was the ice-skating rink in Solaire that was home to the Solaire Sonics. Since I was a young girl, I always had the desire to be a figure skater, but it wasn’t within my father’s budget. We only had enough money to get by, so I lived my dreams through watching the Olympics and following my favorite skaters on social media when I got older.
My number one was Soulan Sanches because she was a beautiful, plus-sized skater who looked like she was floating anytime she was on blades. Sym bopped my nose with a grin after parking. “You’re about to see, beautiful. Come on.”
He hopped out and then came around to open my door for me. He’d finally gone out and gotten a rental. He was now driving a metallic Mercedes-Benz GLE 53 AMG around the city as if he owned it. I accepted his extended hand to get out of the car. He kept our hands locked as we made the short walk to the entrance. It was completely empty, which seemed so out of place.
“Oh my God!” I shrieked when we got to the rink, and I saw who was in the middle, free skating like an angel. I covered mymouth in shock while watching her glide from one end of the rink to the other. Turning to Sym, I dropped my hands. “What is this?”
He took a seat and leaned back with his legs extended straight in front of him. “You’re about to have your first ice-skating lesson.”
I was sure the color drained from my face. “BytheSoulan Sanches?”
He nodded. “Yes. Being a celebrity comes with its perks.” He winked, and I raced over toward him. I jumped on him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I kissed all over his face. “Oh my goodness,” I gushed. “Thank you so much.” There were tears in my eyes, and I allowed them to fall. The little girl in me couldn’t believe this was happening. “You really remembered?”
Sym hooked my chin, staring deeply into my eyes. He slowly pulled it forward until our lips clashed together. I melted into his large frame and allowed his tongue to circle mine. He deepened the kiss before finding the strength to pull away.
“You’re welcome, Squirt. How could I forget the many times I heard you raving over her? It might’ve been a long time ago, but you never forget stuff like that when it comes to people you lo— care about. Go have fun.”
I clapped my hands together, hugged him again, then stood up. I walked toward the rink just as Soulan was skating her way over to us. She waved cheerily. “Hi, you must be Valleigh.”
I nodded. “Yes, I am. I am a huge fan, girl. Have literally followed your career since it began when you were fourteen.”
She placed a hand over her heart in awe. “I truly appreciate the support. Us Black women don’t get a lot of love in sports like this one, but feels good to know I could inspire my girls.”
