I kissed his forehead and wrapped my arms around him, settling into sleep when his deep voice sliced through the silence, “I went out tonight. Met up with my frat. Played darts, had a few drinks, and realized that these are men I’ve hung out with for years, some I consider close friends like Romeo who suddenly, like me, became a father to his God son following the death of his best friend, and yet, our conversations remain surface-level. Like, if we get too deep, then we seem like we’re less than men. So, we drink, complain, or brag about our lives, tell each other the latest, and pretend like whatever it is, we've got it. Tonight, I realized that I’m not the only one struggling with being a single father, and we’d never discussed it. Like, why wouldn’t we talk about it?”
His tone sharpened, “These are my muthafucking boys, and I didn’t know the real about them. If we were women, we would be calling each other every night, swapping stories, and being there for each other. Instead, we, men, keep trudging ahead with no fucking clue. I went out tonight, wanting to chill with them, forget everything, to just be free like I used to be, and left feeling like I wasted my time. Time better spent with you.”
Jashaun slowly exhaled, his warm breath pebbling my nipples. “I probably should’ve told you that Jussica would be with my mother and taken you out to a nice spot. Wined and dined you or whatever you wanted to do. Been the man to you, that you probably imagined I would be when you agreed to be with me. I should’ve spent the whole time with you instead of coming in here like a thief in the night.”
My stomach ached at his admission. We had only been out twice since we returned from San Antonio, though we continued to have sex whenever we had a chance. Admittedly, I’d initiatedmore than he did. The man had become even sexier and more irresistible the more he put his daughter first. I’d assumed that the first night he had to himself in two weeks, we would’ve gone out or at least been under each other in my place or his.
He chuckled. “I can feel you getting heated.”
“Shouldn’t I be?” I softly replied. My hand continued rubbing his hair.
“A little.”
“A little,” my voice raised almost on its own volition, and I removed my hand from his head.
He pulled my nipple in his mouth, and for a second, I forgot my growing anger. I popped the back of his head to release my breast when his hand cupped my mound. “That hurt, baby.”
“I wanted it to hurt,” I said and tugged on his hair to see his face in the semi-darkness. “You'd better be spending the day with me.”
Jashaun smiled. “Have a whole day and night planned for us. Mama’s keeping Jussica until Sunday night.” His knee split my thighs. “Now, can I have you?”
“Depends on what you’ve planned for us,” I said smartly, though I willingly spread my legs at his insistent erection.
“Mm…” he started kissing down my body. “Brunch at Lucille’s, then ATV riding. After that, we come back home and get cleaned so I can take you to one of my favorite spots for wine and dinner.”
“Did you just come up with that?” My words tumbled out of my mouth breathlessly as my eyes rolled back in my head. This man had a way with my body that, as much as I wanted to be out with him, I preferred being in bed or alone with him.
“Maybe or maybe not.” His tongue dragged up my inner lips to rest on my clit. “Addicted to the taste of you. Love eating your pussy.”
My fingers dug into his shoulders. “Love that you do.”
He gripped my thighs and spread me wider when I attempted to curl them around his neck. “You can take it.”
I closed my eyes, rubbing and tugging on my rigid nipples while he ravaged me like a starved man. His tongue swirling around my stiffened nub, heightening the tension building powerfully within as he pushed my thighs higher. Licking and sucking. Over and over, holding me in one place to prevent the thrashing and bucking that my body naturally wanted to do at his wicked mouth. Suddenly, the pressure overwhelmed me, and I keened loudly as Jashaun suckled the honey from my body, now wracked with spasms.
While I came down from my climactic high, he reached for the side table.
“Not ready yet, baby.” I blew out a long breath. “Give me a sec.”
“Check my phone.” Jashaun hovered over me, holding his cell.
“Why?” I looked at him warily.
“Do it.” He insisted, his expression unreadable.
“I'd rather you do me.”
This time, his eyes twinkled. “Humor me.”
I took his cell and put in his code that he’d given me back in San Antonio to prove that he was done with other women. “What am I looking for?”
“My screenshots.” He kissed me. “Proof that I planned our day.”
“You didn’t have to prove anything.” I glanced at the reservations he’d made earlier in the evening. “I believed you made plans for us. It’s one of the best things about you.”
He nodded. “Right now, I do need to prove to you. It’s convenient that you’re my neighbor. If you lived somewhere else, we wouldn’t see each other often with my daily hustle. Idon’t want you to feel that I take you for granted or that all I care about is sex.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me that you had a free weekend?”
