Chapter 7
7
Clinton
“ H ave you heard a word that I’ve said?” Evander almost shouted.
“What?”
“Bruh, I’ve been talking to you for five minutes, and you ain’t said shit.”
It was after our workday, and Evander wanted to discuss a new client. I had other things on my mind and wasn’t paying him attention.
“My bad, bruh. I got a lot on my mind.”
“You’ve said the same thing every other day for the past few months. Is there something going on that you want to talk about? Are you sick?”
“Nah, man. I’m not sick.”
“Is it one of your parents or your sister?”
“Nobody’s sick, bruh.”
“Then you need to tell me what’s up because you haven’t been on your A-game this year.”
I sighed and ran my hand down my face. “Remember Mona?”
“Mona? Winston’s wife?”
“Ex-wife, but yeah.”
“What about her?”
“I ran into her in New Orleans.”
Evander’s eyes widened. He’d been pacing while he spoke and sat in the chair in front of my desk.
“Is she the reason you extended your stay?” I nodded. “I guess I don’t have to ask what happened.”
“A lot of shit happened. I thought we connected, but her divorce had just been finalized, and she said she wasn’t ready for another relationship.”
“Hold up! Relationship? You?”
“Chill, man. I was open to exploring something more than fucking.”
“So, y’all… damn. That’s crazy as hell. Winston would lose his shit if he knew you hooked up with his wife.”
“Ex-wife.”
“It don’t matter. He’d still be pissed.”
“I couldn’t care less about that nigga. She’s a good woman and he did a number on her.”
“Yeah, she didn’t deserve him as a husband. So, what’s up with y’all? Does she still have you on ice?”
“I haven’t talked to her since I left her in her hotel room.”
“Have you tried?”
“Been texting her every day, and she hasn’t replied.”
“Damn.”
“I didn’t expect her to reply the first few weeks because she was clear about what she wanted, but it’s been three months.”
“You fell for her, didn’t you?” I didn’t respond. “You don’t have to say anything because your silence says it all. You caught the love bug.”
I shook my head. “Nah, it’s not like that.”
“Denial doesn’t make it any less true.”
“We only spent a few days together. Although it was uninterrupted, it wasn’t enough time to fall in love.”
“Nigga, all it takes is a few minutes when you’re meant to be.”
I didn’t respond for a minute as I pondered his words.
“It doesn’t matter how I feel. She—”
My ringing cell phone interrupted me. I looked at the screen and was shocked when I saw Mona’s name on the screen. Evander must’ve noticed my expression.
“Who is it?”
“Mona.” He raised a brow. “I’ll hit you up later.”
“I guess that’s my cue to leave.”
I answered the call as Evander left my office. “Hello.”
“Hi, umm, is this Clinton?”
“Yeah, Mona. It’s me. How are you?”
“I’m… okay. How are you?”
“Better now that you’ve called. It’s been a minute.”
“Yes, it has. Umm, I’m sorry for not responding to your texts. I just—”
“You don’t have to explain. I wanted you to know I was thinking of you.”
“Every day?”
“Every single day, several times a day.”
“You still have a way with words.”
“I just speak my truth. To what do I owe the honor of this call?”
“Are you available to meet for breakfast tomorrow?”
“Sure. Text me the details, and I’ll be there.”
“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
When I arrived at the address Mona had given me, I was surprised to see an apartment building. I thought she might have transposed the numbers, so I texted her to clarify, and she replied with a code and an apartment number.
“Okay,” I said with a shrug after reading the text.
After parking my car, I approached the building, entering the code before going inside. I rode the elevator up to her floor and knocked when I found her unit. Seconds later, I heard movement on the other side before the door swung open.
Mona was a sight for sore eyes. The top half of her locs were in a bun on the top of her head, while the rest hung past her shoulders. Her face was makeup and blemish-free, and she was glowing.
She wore an oversized sweater that hung off her shoulders, nothing covering her legs, and fuzzy socks. My mind went straight to the gutter, and I wondered if she was wearing panties.
“Hey,” she greeted.
“Damn, you’re beautiful. C’mere.”
I didn’t wait for her to come to me. I stepped inside, letting the door slam behind me, cupped her face, and brought my lips to hers. I was relieved when she didn’t resist but instead opened her mouth to welcome my tongue. She took a handful of the front of my shirt and pulled me closer. We were out of breath when our lips finally parted.
My arms slid around her body, and hers moved to my waist. I had to admit being in her presence again felt good. Her calming spirit was what I’d been missing.
“Did you miss me?” she asked with a smile.
“You can’t tell?”
She giggled. “Maybe a little. Are you ready to eat?”
“Are you on the menu?” I slowly pulled the sweater up until the hem was above her waist.
“Clinton,” she purred.
“I’ve been craving you like crazy. If you wanted me to act civilized, you should’ve invited me to a restaurant, not your apartment.”
“I wanted to talk to you privately.”
“I know you feel my dick pressed against your stomach, and you didn’t put anything on under this sweater for a reason.”
I massaged her naked ass as I looked into her eyes and waited for her to say the magic words.
“Clinton,” she purred again.
“In a few minutes, you’ll be screaming my name.” I slid my hand to the front of her body, pushing my index and middle fingers between her legs.
“Shit.” She let her head fall against my chest as I slipped my fingers inside her.
“Damn, it feels like she missed me. How are you this wet, and I’ve barely touched you? Did you miss me as much as she did?” I felt her nodding. “Nah, I can’t hear you. Let me hear it.”
“Fuck! I… missed… you,” she whispered as she ground against my hand.
“Did you miss me, or did you miss how I make you feel?”
“Mmm, shit. Both.”
“Good answer.”
I snatched my hand from between her legs, picked her up, carried her to the couch, and flung her over the back of it. While the top of her body hung over the back of the couch, her bottom half was in the perfect position for me to get on my knees and devour the goodness between her thighs.
“My God!” she screamed when my tongue made contact with her center.
I didn’t know it was possible to miss pussy; not just any pussy… this pussy. When I told her I’d been craving her, that was the God-honest truth. I tried to replace her pussy with someone else’s, but those women couldn’t hold a candle to Mona. After three unsuccessful attempts, I gave up.
I lost my tongue in her slippery folds, bringing her to ecstasy three times before my dick was on the verge of nutting. I pushed my sweats to my knees before pulling her up and lifting her onto my dick.
“Muthafuck!” I groaned into her chest as I bounced her up and down on my erection.
“Oh shit, baby!”
It felt as if me and my dick had been waiting for this moment our whole damn lives, and I felt my nut rising to the tip of my dick in record time. Most days, I would fight it, but today, I didn’t give a fuck.
The pulsing from my dick, combined with the throbbing of her pussy sent us over the edge. We exploded simultaneously, and my knees buckled beneath me. Were it not for the back of the couch catching me, we would’ve ended up on the floor.
Her head fell against my shoulder, and all that could be heard was our labored breathing. Neither of us tried to speak for a few moments while recovering from the mind-blowing release.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I asked.
“Down the hall.”
I pushed away from the couch with her legs still wrapped around my waist and my dick still lodged inside her. At the end of the hall, I found her bedroom, went inside, and gently placed her on the bed.
I found a small linen closet in the bathroom and retrieved two towels. After running them under warm water, I squeezed out the excess and used one of them to wipe off my dick before returning to the bedroom with the other towel.
“Open your legs, and let me clean you up.”
She did as I asked, and I cleaned up the mess between her legs.
“Thank you.”
“It’s the least I can do since I damn near attacked you.”
“It definitely wasn’t one-sided. Are you ready to eat actual food now?”
“Yeah, I think I worked up an appetite.”