23. Sametra
T he cool night air cooled me down as I walked out of Sheena’s, my heart still racing from everything that had happened inside.
Malik was right behind me, his presence warm and familiar as we made our way to the parking lot.
I could feel him watching me, and when I turned around, he was already moving toward me with that determined look in his eyes that I’d missed so much.
“C’mere,” he said softly, his voice carrying that sexy ass commanding energy that made my knees weak.
Before I could respond, he pulled me against him, backing me up until I was pressed against the driver’s side door of my Lexus.
Same spot where he’d handed me the keys.
Same spot where everything shifted. His hands found my waist, and just like that, I was right back in that moment… the one where I knew I had fallen.
“How’s Mama feeling?” he asked, his face close enough that I could smell his cologne and the cool bite of peppermint on his breath. His eyes searched mine with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.
“You’re doing that thing again, baby.”
I exhaled, snapping out of my trance. He smirked, and I smiled back. Sometimes, just looking into his eyes felt like slipping into another dimension. It had to be the aftershock of that curved dick. My God.
I studied his face, the one I’d been craving for weeks. Strong jaw. Thoughtful eyes. The same ones I hoped our baby would inherit. “Better,” I whispered. “Much better now.”
He played with a piece of hair that had fallen by my ear before tilting my chin. I could see the war behind his eyes, relief, desire, all tangled up. That’s exactly how I wanted the sheets to be later. “Good. Because I’ve been going crazy without you, Sametra. Three weeks was too damn long.”
“I know. Me too.” And it was true. I’d tried to hide it, but when he walked into Sheena’s with flowers, gifts, and that cocky-ass smile, all that hard-to-get shit crumbled, not to mention I was still having wet dreams from our time in the locker room.
“Samaj is staying with some teammates tonight. My place or yours?”
“What’s closer?” he asked, nibbling my bottom lip. I shivered just thinking about all the nights I’d gone to bed aching for him.
“Yours.”
“Good. I’ll meet you there. And baby?” He helped me into the car, his hand lingering on my thigh. “We got a lot of time to make up for. How many you got for me?”
“So many I want to lose count,” I said, my voice already breathy.
He closed my door with that knowing smirk, and I took off toward his place, driving with reckless caution. Fast enough to get there quickly, slow enough not to get pulled over. I needed him, bad.
I called Samaj on the way.
“Hey Ma, you good?”
“Yes. Just letting you know I’m staying at Malik’s tonight. You sure you got everything?”
“Yeah, I just grabbed my bag from the house. I’m headed to Deon’s now.”
“Okay. Be careful, and I’ll text you when I’m up.”
“Good. I’m happy for you. You deserve this.”
His words made my throat tighten. “Thank you, baby. I love you.”
“Love you too. See you in the morning.”
I hung up, smiling. I turned up Hard to Do by K.
Michelle and sang my heart out until I was pulling into Malik’s driveway.
He was already getting out of his car, and the way he looked at me had my heart pounding all over again.
Three weeks of missing him was a long time.
Especially due to bruised egos and stubborn silence.
All my worries fell away as he grabbed my hand and walked me to the door.
I was used to men who wanted to possess me, humble me, or fix me.
My job made it easy for men to disrespect me and make me feel like I was wrong for my profession.
Malik wanted to love me as I came. And I didn’t know how to handle someone who saw my independence as an asset instead of a challenge to overcome.
But I understood that my man wasn’t a push over either. We’d both have to work toward balance.
I stepped inside, and he scooped me up without hesitation.
“You didn’t want to talk first, did you, baby?”
I shook my head, giggling into his neck as he carried me up the stairs like I weighed nothing.
His scent hit me instantly: Bodywash, Tom Ford cologne, and clean linen.
One of the things I loved most about Malik was how well he took care of himself.
He always smelled good. His place was spotless too, unless we’d been in it, fucking in every room.
He kicked the bedroom door open, but instead of dropping me on the bed, he carried me straight to the bathroom and sat me gently on the marble counter. He turned the shower on, and steam began to curl in the air, eucalyptus rising with it.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he murmured, easing between my thighs and tugging my shirt over my head.
“I’ve missed you,” I whispered, already winded just from how he looked at me. I was already soaking wet, and he knew it. The way he bit his lip told me everything I needed to know.
I slid off the counter, pulling down my leggings and removing my shirt. The blush-pink lace I wore underneath made his jaw clench and his mouth twitch into a slow, sexy smirk.
“Oh, you knew exactly what you were doing.”
“I had a feeling,” I admitted. My mornings, nights, and in between just hadn’t been the same. I needed my man back. “One of us was bound to fold. I was ok with it being me. I couldn’t go another week, another day.”
“I missed you so much it physically hurt. Don’t ever make me go that long without you again.” He leaned in, his lips dragging from the base of my neck to my collarbone before he bit it gently.
“You know biting drives me crazy.”
“Three weeks without this? Without you?” He looked me dead in the eye. “You owe me.”
“What do I owe you?” I asked, gasping, arching into his mouth as he found that sensitive spot just below my ear.
He nodded against my skin, his breath hot and sending shivers down my spine.
“Hours. Multiple rounds. I want every second back.”
He unhooked my bra with a flick of his wrist and stripped out of his own clothes. I ran my nails down his chest, the water hitting the tile behind us in a soft rhythm added to the moment. I loved his shower.
“Let me start making it up to you,” he said, lifting me again and stepping us both into the shower. The water was warm, cascading over our skin, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stared into my soul.
“Then show me,” I whispered. “Show me how much you missed me.”
“With pleasure, baby. We got all night.”
He didn’t waste a second; his mouth found my nipple, his fingers dipping between my thighs, teasing me through soaked lace. I whimpered, legs falling open.
“I need you to know something,” he said against my skin, ripping my lace panties off of me.
“What?”
“I don’t want anybody else. I don’t think about anybody else. You, this?” He kissed me and cupped my pussy, voice thick. “This is home. I’m always choosing home.”
His fingers rubbed my clit, causing me to squirm and throw my head back until he brought me to my first orgasm in the shower. When he finally lifted me out and carried me to the bed, I was high off the bliss I’d been missing.
“On your stomach.”
I obeyed instantly, already knowing what was coming. Malik had healing hands, real ones. My posture was better because of him. He grabbed the oil, climbed behind me, and drizzled it over my back and ass. I hissed at the sensation, expecting his hands.
But instead, his thick filled me stretching me.
“Shit,” I gasped, arching.
His hands worked my lower back while he stroked deep, each movement drawing whimpers from my lips. His grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts growing harder, rougher.
“Pregnant pussy is the best pussy. Gah’damn,” he groaned, smacking my ass and palming it.
“Malik,” I cried out, clutching the sheets. His hands slowed, moved up my back, and the hard pressure on my muscles forced a moan out of me that echoed off the walls.
He gripped my hips, still massaging, and slammed into me over and over.
“Shit,” I said, creaming on his dick. I knew we’d made a mess already. He gripped my hair and neck and continued to hammer into me until I was on the verge of another orgasm.
He was patient but greedy. He pulled out of me and flipped me around to face him. I climbed up the bed a little. I needed to breathe, but he wasn’t having it. He grabbed my ankle, pulling me back until my wet center met the tip of his dick. “You running from me?”
I shook my head, but I was. Thinking about the three weeks without him and the orgasms was making me emotional, “ I missed you, that’s all. I want to see you for a second,” I whispered.
“Come here,” he said, thick dick sliding back in. I arched my back as he glared into my eyes.
“I missed you too, LT.”
Malik kissed my face all over between soft strokes that pulled sounds from me I didn’t know I had in me.
He continued to take his time slow-stroking until I couldn’t take it.
“Cum for me, Sametra,” he whispered, my name falling from his lip, broke me wide open.
“Yeah... like that... damn, just like that, baby.”
And I did. My back lifted off the bed, a sob caught in my throat as I came hard, nails raking down his back. He stayed with me through it, kissing me, reminding me that we in fact had nothing but time.
When I finally opened my eyes, he was holding a box. A beautiful diamond ring sparkled inside. I gasped, my whole body trembling. Eyes leaking. So was my pussy.
“Yes,” I whispered, voice cracking between my sobs. “Yes.”
“You’ll marry me, baby?”
“Yes.” I pulled him in, wrapping my legs around him. Our lips intertwined in a feverish kiss. “I love you.”
He lowered into me, dick moving slowly and going deep. My whole body shuddered as the cool metal slid on my finger. “You just made me the happiest man in the world.”
“Damn,” he muttered, bracing himself on either side of me. “I love you. You never gotta question that.”