THIRTY
“Is something going on between you and Davia?” Iree questions before I exit the kitchen.
I sniff. “Is that why you were eyeing me through dinner? I couldn’t enjoy the food in peace.”
She clicks her tongue. “Don’t deflect. Y’all hooking up or something?”
“It’s none of your business, Ree.”
Pursing her lips, she folds her arms and shifts to one side. “What’s up with you sending her lunch and cookies at work? And y’all left the club on Friday night after you snapped at me for mentioning her man.”
I splay my hands. “Look, don’t worry about it.”
Her expression tightens. “You’ve been acting different since meeting Davia. I hope you don’t become too attached to her, Kross. She isn’t leaving her man for you.”
I wince at the comment. “The fuck you mean?”
She shrugs. “I’ll tell it to you straight. Jamir’s corporate. I hear he comes from a well-off family. You think Davia would leave that for a man who once sold dope? It doesn’t matter that you’re a successful entrepreneur now. You can’t compete with him; she’ll always see your past.” With that, she squeezes my arm and continues out of the kitchen.
I delay in the spot, considering her words. I’m not a clean-cut guy like Jamir, but from what I know about Davia, she isn’t judgmental. She accepts me for me. However, is it enough to end a relationship that no longer serves her and start fresh with me?
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Sliding it out, I see her text saying she’s home now. Sunset is in an hour. We’ll make it.
“You playing spades, Kross?” Falcon asks as I step into the living room.
“No, I’m taking off. Have something to handle.”
He smirks. “You mean someone ?”
Cairo flashes me a knowing look while Mama G and Iree appear curious.
“Don’t have time for us anymore?” Iree mocks.
Ignoring her, I lean over to kiss Mama G’s cheek. “Catch you later, sweet lady.”
“Okay, son. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
My heart smiles because I’m sure I will.
I fist-bump Cairo and walk out of the house, texting Davia on the way to the car to let her know I’m on my way.
If the sun could form into a person, it would be Davia, with the way she charges every fiber of my being with her captivating smile.
I quicken out of the car to open the passenger door for her as she descends the stairs of her apartment complex, dressed casually in leggings, a sweatshirt, and sneakers like I suggested. “Sup, gorgeous?”
“Hey.” She tips for a quick kiss.
“We have to hurry.”
“Okay.” She hops in and buckles up.
I rush back behind the wheel, handing her the slice of strawberry shortcake. “The bigger one. But I’m sure you’ll still eat off mine.”
“Why yes,” she chuckles as I drive off.
I turn into the harbor soon after, pay the parking fee, and we walk hand-in-hand across the lot.
“We’re going on the ferry again?” Davia asks as we approach the deck.
“Nope. Sailboat. More private.” I tow her to the vessel, thank the gentleman, and help her aboard, climbing over afterward and sitting together.
As he sets sail, Davia rests her head on my shoulder, both of us staring at the streaks of golden-orange over the horizon. The fiery hues stretch across the steady water and surrounding buildings, turning the harbor into a breathtaking painting.
“This is so nice,” Davia says in a peaceful murmur.
“Yeah.” I kiss her forehead and hold her tight.
We remain quiet, admiring the scenery until evening flows in and erases the last remnants of color.
The gentleman sails back to the dock, and we depart and return to my car, eating the rest of the strawberry shortcake as night darkens the place.
Davia falls quiet after finishing her dessert, staring at the water lit up from the buildings.
“What’s on your mind?”
“You,” she whispers. “It’s crazy how you’ve been in my system since we met at your club.”
“Well, I am charming,” I joke.
She snorts and looks over, her eyes glistening from the light shining into the dim car. “You’ve been pursuing me since the rooftop.”
I caress her smooth cheek. “I can’t help it. I hear your heart crying out for me.”
“Not you quoting Mario,” she giggles.
“It’s a relatable song.” Settling down, I lean over and lightly run my lips near hers. “I can’t wait any longer for this.” I kiss her passionately and whisper, “Can I touch your pussy?”
She stalls for a second and nods.
“Say the words, baby.”
“Yes,” she breathes out. “Touch me.”
Kissing her again, I slip my hand inside the leggings, swallowing her whimpers as I caress her clit and continue through the slick folds to her entrance.
“Ahh!” She shudders and grips my sweatshirt as I ease two fingers inside her wet pussy, making her push up on the seat. “Ohh… Kross…”
Our kissing intensifies while I finger-fuck her into soaking her panties and leggings. “You feel so tight, baby. Shit.”
“Mmm…” Her pussy clenches me, and Davia bites my lip as her body starts to quiver. “Fuck!”
I continue rubbing her through the waves until she starts to descend. “Better than the phone sex?”
“Yes,” she murmurs. “So much better.”
Removing my fingers, I bring them to my mouth and lick her juices. “Damn, Davi. Taste so fucking sweet. Next time, will you come in my mouth?”
“Yes,” she agrees after a second, slumping against the seat to calm down.
Taking her hand, I press it on my straining dick. “Feel how badly I want you.”
She stares into my eyes while rubbing me. “Can I?”
“Yes, baby.” My breathing turns heavy when she unbuttons my jeans. As she pulls down the zipper, vibrations resound from her clutch, and her hand stills. My gut twists with anger because I know it’s that man. He’s back in Baltimore. Our weekend bubble has popped. “Ignore it.”
Davia eases away and retrieves her phone, sighing heavily. “Fuck.” She wipes her face. “I feel so guilty.”
“You’re with the man you want. It isn’t wrong.”
She looks at me. “Could you please take me home?”
“Inviting me in?” I ask.
“I can’t. We can’t sneak around. It’s messy.”
“Then bring your feelings into the open.”
She exhales and says, “Take me home, please.”
Though craving to be with her longer, I respect her wishes and drive her home. It’s infuriating how she’s hanging on to something that’s been over.
Pulling up outside her apartment, I reach for her hand before she exits the car. “I’m serious about you. I’ll never play games with your heart. I’ll be all in when you come to me. Keep that in mind while you figure it out.”
Responding with a bob, she slips away and leaves the car, jogging up the stairs to her apartment.
I drive off, only to stop at the end of the street. An impulse makes me turn back. Instead of parking in front of the apartment complex, I veer around the corner, shut off the car, and head to Davia’s place, knocking lightly.
She opens the door with a pinch between her brows, wearing only a hoodie. “Kross, what are you doing? Jamir’s on his way.”
“How much time?” I grit, jaw clenching.
“An hour,” she murmurs.
“Invite me inside.”
A nervous breath slips out. “I’m not ready to take it there.”
“I want something else.”
She quietly backs up into the apartment. Accepting the nonverbal invitation, I enter and close the door.
“You fucking him tonight?”
She swallows and turns her head. “No.”
“Better not. Don’t even let him come by.”
“He says he missed me all weekend.”
I suck my teeth. “Quit telling me about ol’ boy’s feelings. Talk to me about yours.”
She lowers her gaze to the hardwood. “This happened so fast with us. It’s because I’m lonely.”
“Partly, but something else is pulling us together. This is real, Davi. Don’t fight it anymore.”
She runs her hands over her curls. “I never thought I’d betray Jamir.”
I move closer and hold her hand. “You have to put your needs first. He doesn’t. You deserve happiness. You deserve a man who cares for you and brings you peace, not hurt your heart.”
“What if it’s only a phase? What if I’m…”
“Stop overanalyzing why you’re no longer in love with him. Look in my eyes and tell me how you truly feel.”
She stays quiet, biting her lip.
“Okay. I’m sorry for pushing you. I’ll leave.” Just as I slant, Davia grips my arm.
“Wait,” she says softly.
“What do you want, baby?”
“You.” She crashes into me. The sweet taste of her tongue incites a fervent blaze that makes me tingle, and the scent of her floral perfume turns me even more desperate for her. As she caresses my back, I slide my hands down her body, tracing her curves in the hoodie.
“Can I eat it?” I beg at her lips. “Please?”
“Yes,” she yields.
I hoist the hoodie, perch her on the desk, and lower before her. She spreads her legs wide for me and caresses my head.
Shaky breaths escape her as I splay kisses on her wet panties and inhale. “Like Heaven.”
“Mmm…” She rests her hands on my shoulders as I tug her underwear down and toss it aside.
I run my tongue up her smooth thigh and dive into her shaved pussy, making her cry out as I lick her ravenously.
“Fuck! Kross!” She holds my head and grinds against my mouth. “God.”
“You like it, baby?” I rumble at her entrance, staring up at her.
“Yes,” she whimpers in a high-pitched voice. “Yes!”
“Come for me, Davi.” I twirl my tongue, nip at her sensitive clit, and return to the dripping hole. I devour her until her body starts to tremble on the desk, and her loud cries fill the apartment.
“Oh! Oh! Shit!”
I’ve never been happier about pleasuring someone. Seeing the excitement on Davia’s face makes me want to please her all night and even for the rest of our lives.
I lap up her delectable juices until she slowly descends from the high, then straighten before her and wipe my mouth with my hand.
Her eyes appear clouded with lust. Her breaths are heavy. “Oh god… That felt… so fucking good.”
“Tell ol’ boy you’re mine.”
“Kross…” She lowers her head, seeming too weak to stand.
I rest my hands on both sides of her. “You are.”
“I’ve been with Jamir for five years. It isn’t easy for me to hurt him like that.”
“I’m trying to understand. But Davi, it hurts me to watch you stay in a relationship that’s dimming your light when you deserve so much more.”
She presses her forehead at my chest and moans.
“I know you feel this, baby,” I whisper. “Stop delaying and give it a chance.”
She touches my arms. “I’m scared. It’s too intense. Too fast.”
I hook my finger under her chin and make her look up. “You know in your heart that it’s our time.” I kiss her again. “Stop being afraid.”
“I’ll end it,” she says, and all the frustration eases from my chest. “I’ll tell him.”
“Okay. Let me know when.”
She grips my sweatshirt before I walk away. “Don’t go. Stay the night. I need you to hold me.”
“Thought he was coming over?”
Picking up her phone from the desk, she taps on the screen and lifts it to her ear. “J, um, I’m drained. I did a lot today, and I’m crashing. Can we talk tomorrow?” She stares into my eyes as she listens. “Okay. Bye.”
The second she hangs up, I charge for another erotic kiss and carry her to bed, having every intention of eating her sweet pussy all night.