Chapter 17 #2
“I gotta finish setting up my stash box first,” he says with an appreciative smile.
Her gift took him by surprise in a good way.
She’d thought of him and bought something he could not only use but likes.
“I wanted to do that shit last night but I wasn’t trying to look soft in front of you,” he admits, half joking. “Thank you again.”
“You welcome,” she says before pecking his lips.
“Roll one big enough for me to hit too. It’s still early.
After we eat and smoke, I want to get back in bed and climb on you.
Can we do that?” she asks, then stands. She heads into the condo before he can respond because the look on his handsome face is answer enough.
Before heading to the kitchen, she walks into his master bedroom and slips on a pair of tights. She also detaches her cell from the charger and sees three text messages.
305-392-1311: What’s going on?
305-392-1311: We need to talk.
305-392-1311: Come see me before I have to come to you.
The last text was a warning and the last thing Sunjiya needs is for the sender to actually come to her, definitely not now, when things are so damn perfect.
“Shit,” she utters as she rereads the texts. After sighing heavily, Sunjiya responds reluctantly.
Sunjiya: That’s not the plan.
305-392-1311: I still need to see you.
Sunjiya: December as planned.
Her last text goes unanswered and she prays it stays that way until December. Six months. That was always the plan. No contact for six months, then they met. Why the change?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mumbles through gritted teeth. “What’s wrong now?”
“What did you say?” Akeem calls out from the door, startling her.
Fuck!
“Huh… Oh…nothing,” she stutters, stalling, trying to gather her thoughts and words.
The last thing she wants today, hell, any day, is those texts.
She’s nowhere near ready to deal with the person on the other line and their shit.
Although she knows their conversation is inevitable, she isn’t ready for it now. It’s too damn early.
“You sure. You sounded pretty angry.”
Thinking quickly, she says, “Well, I hope it’s nothing. A water issue back at my place. My landlord just sent a notice to let us know.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing, but if there’s a problem, we can go check on your place.”
Oh God, not we. When I go, I have to be alone.
After stepping over to him, she places her hand on his chest and musters a wry smile. “It’s probably just a cautionary message. Like you said, it’s more than likely nothing. You rolled up?” she asks, desperately trying to change the subject and push those damn texts from her mind.
“I did. Wanted to see if you wanted to fire up before we started cooking,” he says before wrapping his arms around her. As long as she’s in his presence, he has to touch her in some way.
“Not we. I’m cooking. Bacon, rice, and eggs doesn’t require two people. I can handle it.”
“What do you know about rice for breakfast?”
“I know that’s all you have in your pantry.” She smirks before pecking his lips. “Now release me so I can cook.”
After grabbing her ass, Akeem kisses the side of her neck then releases his hold. Together, they leave his room and walk into the kitchen. His stash box is on the island and a rolled blunt and lighter are next to it.
While he sits at the island, she journeys to the sink, washes her hands, then finds the pots, pans, and utensils she needs to cook.
As she easily maneuvers through the kitchen, Akeem takes her in, loving every moment of seeing her in his space.
It’s perfection. She’s perfection, the missing piece in his life.
As the bacon cooks in the oven and the rice simmers, she takes the lit blunt from his hand. After taking two long pulls, she slowly blows the smoke out then passionately kisses his lips.
“Damn, that shit was sexy,” he utters.
“Me smoking?” she questions as she walks back to the stove.
“You doing everything. Having you here in my shirt, in my kitchen, cooking for me, smoking with me, all of it,” he admits honestly.
“I can get used to this,” she says. At her words, he eases off the high back stool and steps behind her.
Like always, his arms cocoon her and she instinctively relaxes into him.
She can stay like this, wrapped in him, all day, forever actually.
No texts or plans can stop her. Not much in life is worth a fight, but this feeling, this serenity, and this man is.
She’s genuinely happy and the overwhelming joy from being in this reality is priceless.
This man cares for her, cherishes her and treats her delicately.
With him, she’s just a woman treated right by a loving man. “How do you like your eggs?” she asks.
“However you cook them?”
“Then scrambled because that’s the only way I know how,” she says with laughter infiltrating her words.
“Then why you ask?”
“Because I wanted to sound like a real cook,” she admits, still laughing and he joins in.
“I can get a hotel,” Sunjiya insists and Akeem’s entire face tightens.
“You’re not getting a damn hotel, so quit saying that shit,” he scoffs while stepping toward Sunjiya.
They stand in the upstairs primary suite of the luxury beach home Akeem rented for them and his family.
She stares down at the turquoise water in the infinity pool and he watches her pensively.
It’s homecoming weekend and everyone arrives in Fort Lauderdale to support Quise today.
The dance is tonight and his game is tomorrow night.
Akeem’s parents and brother are on their way.
Sunjiya and Akeem flew in late last night.
Because she is falling fast for Akeem, she’s nervous about meeting his brother and parents.
This past week with him in Austin had been absolutely amazing.
Going to bed with and waking up to him, cooking for him with her limited skills, exploring Austin together, and having every inch of her body so divinely worshipped daily has been a dream.
Things with them are sublime and she doesn’t want to risk ruining it by interrupting his family time.
Being an unexpected guest is not a good look.
“Did you even tell them I’m going to be here?” she questions for the umpteenth time.
After wrapping his arms around her, he rests his head on her shoulder and says, “Like I told you before, bae, yes, they know you are here with me. My moms is excited to meet you and I know she’s going to love you. You’re not going anywhere but back in the bedroom so I can calm your fine ass down.”
“You rolled a blunt?” she asks with a smirk, amused. They both kn0w no blunt can calm her better than him.
“Nah but I’m about to roll you up,” he says and she laughs.
“That was corny as hell,” she says while grinning. After turning to see his handsome face, she latches her hands around his neck.
While staring into her eyes, wholly obsessed, Akeem leans in and runs his tongue over her lips. “So you don’t want me to roll you up?” he asks and Akeem’s smug look is undeniable. Licking his bottom lip confirms his salacious and nasty intentions.
“I’m keenly aware of your ability to calm my ass down. I would never, ever say no to that. I was merely questioning the technique,” she admits.
“My technique, huh? Bet,” is all he says before quickly gripping the backs of her legs and scooping her over his broad shoulder.
“Akeem,” she squeals and he pats her ass lightly.
“I want you to sound just like that in a minute.” With Sunjiya over his shoulder, Akeem enters the bedroom through the sliding glass door.
He playfully tosses her onto the bed and she laughs.
Her laughter turns to pure lust when he hovers her frame.
The intensity, desire, and care in his eyes sends a vibrating pulse under her skin.
When his hands slide up her thighs under her dress, the pulse morphs into yearning and a soft moan falls from her lips.
He chuckles. “I haven’t done anything yet,” he utters arrogantly.
“With you, it doesn’t take much,” she admits and he smiles.
Akeem drops and hungrily devours her lips.
As they kiss, his hands tug at her lace panties, pulling them off.
His lips move from her mouth to her stomach to her inner left thigh.
He plants kisses as he raises her leg and props it onto his shoulder.
“Shit,” she hisses as her body shifts from his kisses.
Starting at her ankle, he takes his time savoring her and peppering kisses down her entire leg. At her throbbing pussy, he grazes his lips over her lower ones then kisses her other thigh. His deliberate pace intensifies the moment, and each time his lips make contact with her skin, she moans.
Before lifting her other leg over his shoulder, Akeem grabs the pillows from behind her and stacks them. Propping her ass up to give him better access, their eyes lock, his focus trained on her as he buries his face between her legs.
“Fuck! Akeem,” she trills as his tongue skillfully and mercilessly assaults her clit. A surge of ecstasy causes her legs to quiver and her back to arch. Right when her hands grab the bedspread, the loud sound of chimes fills the house. “What the hell,” she sighs loudly.
“Fuck,” he grumbles, concurring with her disappointed and irritated sentiment. When the melodic tone sounds again, he grunts then lifts his head.
“They’re early,” she mumbles, nervously.
“Go!” she urges as she drops her leg from his shoulder.
After planting a kiss on her slick pussy, he eases off the bed, wipes his mouth, then rushes into the bathroom.
As she watches, Sunjiya shakes her head and exhales.
“Shit,” she hisses. This can’t be happening.
The doorbell chimes again and she eases off the pillows and sits up.
“Akeem, go before they think we’re doing something,” she calls out.
As he’s walking out, he says with a smirk, “We were.”