She frowned, her lips pushing out a little.
“Aww, for real? Our wedding is next summer, though.”
I reached into my pocket and slid the cruise tickets across the table.
“Relax. First ship out next summer—whole thing paid for. You and the girls. Start your countdown and continue to plan the wedding for the date you chose.”
She blinked, caught between being mad and impressed.
“You serious? That’s going to be expensive.”
I leaned back in my chair, smirking. “Money ain’t no issue for us, baby. We sitting on millions now. We can move shit around however we need to. You want a cruise, a wedding, a jet, a private island? I can make that happen.”
Her face lit up, and that was enough for me.
After we ate, we left the restaurant, and I took a minute to just… take it all in.
I was out with a woman who understood me. A woman who could hold a piece, raise my son, and still look good while doing it. My life wasn’t perfect, but in that moment, it feltright.
I drove us down the coast, the ocean stretching dark and wide beside us. Yummi was quiet, looking out the window. Her dress rode up her thighs just enough to make me lose focus a few times.
I pulled up to a gated community. It was middle-upper class, tucked away in Sable Cove, near our parents.
She looked at me sideways, like,What we doing here?
I parked, cut the engine, and turned to her.
“I know you said you didn’t want to raise our son in Sable Cove, but I do. He don’t gotta know the street life, but he gotta know his roots. His family. My side and yours. He’s safe here, Yummi, and I want us to move back.”
She stared at me for a second, then nodded.
“Okay. I trust you enough to move back with the baby.”
“A’ight. Let’s get out because this is where we will be living.”
I unlocked the door, and we stepped into the house. It had marble floors and panoramic windows, that modern beach vibe. The backyard was split—grassy on one side, beach on the other. I led her out the back, through the wooden gate, and onto the sand.
The moon was high, the waves were low, and we were the only two people on the whole damn shore.
“This house is so nice. I definitely want to move back home.” She looked back at me, and that was it.
I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her deeply with my hands on her ass like I was claiming my territory. I slid her dress up, and she gasped when I dropped to my knees, spreading her legs right there in the sand.
I ate her like I hadn’t eaten her in months. Slow, deep strokes of my tongue had her legs trembling and her fingers clutching my ears.
She came while shaking, moaning, and riding my face like it was a throne.
“Damn, Yummi… you gon’ make me wild out right here.”
She didn’t say a word, just lay on her stomach in the sand, looking back at me like an invitation. I didn’t waste no time. I pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down just enough and slid in deep, groaning low as I felt her grip me tight.
The sound of the waves, the slap of skin on skin, her moans blending with the ocean breeze… this was the life I wanted.
I fucked her hard; slow at first, then faster, holding her hips and biting her shoulder when it got too good.
She kept calling my name, whispering it like a prayer, and I felt her pussy clench around me. Her body shook as she came again.
I followed right after, growling low, and gripping her ass tight as I let go inside her.
