I’m perfect. Come to my place when you’re done?
I sent a message to the manager coming to relieve us, asking for an estimated ETA. When he responded and said he was parking his car, I told Laiya:
Be there in a little bit.
“Happy Birthday, baby!”
Alaiya stood in the middle of the room, holding a small cake and wearing nothing but a paper hat.
Smiling, I approached her. “You didn’t have to do this, Laiya.” I dipped my finger into the icing and tasted it. Then, I repeated the motion, this time spreading a thin layer of frosting across her lips and kissing her, long and hard. “That’s good.”
She set the cake down and stepped closer, standing on her toes and pressing her mouth on mine. “Should we cut a piece?” She yelped when I lifted her in a fireman’s carry. “Spence!”
I smacked her ass lightly. “I’d rather you let me fuck you.”
She screamed with delight when I dropped her on the mattress. “I’m good with that,” she said, tugging me on top of her.
I pulled my shirt off while she unbuttoned my pants, pushing them off with her feet. Then, my mouth was on her pussy, sucking on her clit, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm before I flipped her over and entered her from behind.
Damn. She always felt good. And she was so wet for me, so ready to get fucked. And I was ready to give her what she needed. We didn’t waste time as we raced to bliss. It didn’t take long either, because she growled out her release mere seconds before my own orgasm nearly split me in half with its intensity. When my breathing slowed down, I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me.
She glanced up at me, nipped my chin, then sucked my bottom lip into her mouth. “Now when you think of your birthday, you can think of me.”
I kissed her. “Thanks for this.”
“I know it’s a hard day for you.”
My father and I shared the same birthday. Every year, we would spend the day together. Pop worked as a mechanic until he retired, so his idea of fun was tinkering in the garage. And he was proud of his skill, often drawing diagrams to demonstrate how the various parts worked. He’d taught me the difference between a spark plug and a serpentine belt, how to change tires and check the oil, and when to replace worn-out brake pads. Dad was practical. He’d only bought me three gifts in my life—a small tool kit to keep in my car, a set of jumper cables, and a can of WD-40 lubricant in case I had trouble loosening a lug nut. And, yes, he put that gift in a box and set it under the tree at Christmas. I never cared, though. I just soaked it all up.
After he died, my birthdays weren’t the same. April 6thbecame just another day. Today was no different. I woke up, pried myself out of Alaiya’s bed, and went to work. I forgot it was my birthday … until she called and sang the birthday song in the silliest, but cutest rendition I’d ever heard. And when she asked me to stop for lunch I hadn’t hesitated.
“Dad would’ve loved you,” I told her.
“I remember your dad. He gave me a snow shovel one day.”
I chuckled. “He did?”
“It was right when I started driving. I had that old hooptie.”
“And the door wouldn’t stay closed.”
“Exactly,” she said. “Anyway, I got stuck at the corner by your parents’ house. He must’ve seen me from the window because he came out and helped me clean off my car. Then, he gave me the shovel.”
“Sounds like something he would do.”
“Spence, I didn’t have good parents. Didn’t know my father. Couldn’t stand my mother. They never gave meanything but heartbreak. Your father’s kind gesture meant the world to me. So much that I kept that snow shovel for years.”
“I’m glad he helped you.”
“Just like his son did.”
“I miss him,” I admitted as tears burned the back of my throat. “That’s why I don’t make a big deal about my birthday.”
“Well, from now on, you should. You deserve to be celebrated. Your parents are gone, but you were a good son to them. You’re an amazing, present uncle. And you support your siblings. Sabrina told me about your donation to her event.”
I groaned. “She can’t hold water.”
“She’s proud of you. I am, too. You are blessed, Spence. And you’re ablessingto everyone you care about. So I don’t give a damn what you say. It’s all about you today, baby.”
