9. Legend
Legend
ONE MONTH LATER
W ith all the projects I had going on and a major case that kept her busy, Legacy and I had not been able to squeeze in that date night right away.
We had shared lunch on multiple occasions and even worked out by walking the stairs together, starting at the bottom and walking up to the twentieth floor.
The night of the zoo trip, I called her to check on her and to give her a heads-up that I was having dinner delivered to her place, so I would need the address.
She giggled and told me I was doing too much but finally gave in when she admitted her stomach was growling, and she was too tired to cook.
That phone call was followed by another the next day, when I called to check on her.
We had quickly grown to talking on the phone every night, to share details about our days.
The little texts that I sent to check on her midday had turned into back-and-forth texts daily throughout the day, to share some tidbit with the other one about what was happening in our day.
Tonight, we would finally get that much-needed date night I had been hoping for. Kayson was with Kali, and I wouldn’t see him again until Monday. It was Friday night, and Legacy had the day off. I’d been working from home all day, so I left early, around four, to get things in order for our night.
“You look beautiful.” I greeted her when she answered the door of her apartment.
“Thank you.”
“These are for you.” I handed her a bouquet of forget-me-nots.
“They are so beautiful.” She admired the vibrant blue flower petals and sniffed them. “They don’t have much of a fragrance; it’s very subtle.”
“I know. I didn’t get them for their floral aroma but to send a message to the recipient.”
“I could never forget you or Kayson.” She giggled, walking back into her apartment and beckoning me to follow her.
“You’d better forget that little nigga tonight. It’s about you and me, baby girl,” I replied as she put the flowers in a vase.
She walked back around and took my hand, and we walked out of the apartment.
“It’s hard to forget that little guy, so you’ll have to do a lot tonight to get him off my mind. But I can put him on the back burner while I enjoy my time with you,” she teased with a wink over her shoulder as she locked her front door.
Placing my hand on her lower back and guiding her to my SUV, I replied, “Trust me when I tell you that when I’m done with you, you’re gonna be like ‘Damn, you got a son? How come I never met him?’”
She giggled and slapped my chest before she stated, “You’re so corny.”
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s have this conversation again at the end of the night,” I replied, opening the car door for her.
“Do you mind if I control the radio station?”
“I’ll do you one better. Press that button right there.” I pointed at a button on the dashboard as I pulled out of the parking lot.
She did as I asked, and the smooth sounds of Michael Saxson, a popular saxophonist, flowed through the speakers. Legacy glanced at me with a large smile.
“How did you know that I love him?”
“I heard it playing in your car when you pulled out after our zoo date, and I’ve heard him and a few others when we were walking the stairs, and you put your AirPods in for inspiration.”
“You pay attention, huh?”
“I aim to please.”
By the time the third song came on as we neared the amphitheater, she smiled at me. “Is this playlist curated for me?”
“It’s called Sweet Legacy.”
Her eyes widened, and her bottom lip trembled. “If you wanted me to toss the panties off, why didn’t you just tell me, sir?”
I chuckled and shook my head. “I’m surprised your li’l hot ass wears panties at all. Swear you stay tryna get rid of them muthafuckas.”
“Only to you.”
“Better be. Let me catch another nigga sniffin’ around ’em, and that’s ya ass. That professional nigga shit that I be on will be shed like a snake shedding its skin,” I vowed as I reached over and grabbed her knee. I gave it a little squeeze.
“Well, damn. Don’t hurt me too bad.” She giggled.
“Nah, I’m hurting that muthafucka, then I’ll have to put a li’l sumin’ on you so you can know who the fuck I am.”
“Whoa. Okay. Then maybe I need to have some YNs following ya girl’s scent all around the office.”
I turned and glanced at her. “Don’t fuck up a good date, Legacy.”
She smiled, and I pulled into the amphitheater parking lot. This girl was gon’ be the death of me. I swear. All the shit I worked hard to contain at the office, she was gon’ fuck around and bring all that out of me. All my street ways would be hard to ignore when it came to her.
We walked hand-in-hand into the amphitheater, grabbed some refreshments, and found our seats.
“I can’t believe that you got tickets to the Jazz Storm & Playa Sessions concert. They were astronomically high and hard to get,” Legacy whispered.
“You told me to top the date that Kayson took you on. So, what better way than to get tickets to a concert of your favorite musicians?”
“You’re working your hand, sir.”
Her smile was bright and reflected in all of her features.
We talked a little longer about our favorite musicians, comparing our favorite artists.
I loved blues and jazz, and she loved classical and jazz.
We both loved Italian foods, but whereas her favorite drink was lemonade, mine was bourbon, but in moderation.
I wasn’t an alcoholic, but I enjoyed a nice drink from time to time.
Once the music got underway, I watched as she lost herself in the music, dancing and singing with some of the songs that had words to them. I wrapped my arms around her during one song, “Make Love To Me Like You Did Her,” by Eboni Hargrove.
She turned and sang “Boy You Blew My Mind Away” by Red Groove when she came on the stage, and we both enjoyed “This or That” by Michael Saxton.
“Thank you for the second-best date night ever,” Legacy stated once we were back at her apartment. After the jazz concert, we headed to Lady Chablis for dinner and then returned to Legacy’s place.
“Only the second?” I asked in disbelief, sipping the Macallan that she had given me.
She leaned in and brushed a drop off my lips with her lips. “The night isn’t over yet.”
“No, it’s not,” I replied, curving my arm around her waist. Bleu Harmony’s “You Are Mine” was playing in the background on low.
I stood and pulled her up with me. We rocked side to side, she with a glass of wine in her hand, and me with my Macallan in mine.
We both took a sip, and she rested her head against my chest. “Why does it feel like I’ve known you for a few lifetimes?
” she murmured. “You make me comfortable and relaxed. I feel like I can trust you.”
“You can. I don’t want any trouble. I’ve had enough heartache to last me a lifetime, and I have no plans on putting that on someone else.”
“You treat me so gentle and tender, like you care about me.”
I pressed my lips against her forehead. “I do care about you, Legacy. You’re coming to mean a lot to me in a very short amount of time.”
She looked up at me again and smiled. “I have to be careful with my heart around you, Legend.”
“Why?”
“You make it easy for a girl to fall for a man like you.”
“Fall, baby. It’s a soft space. I promise you.” I leaned down and kissed her deeply and passionately. I had never kissed her so intimately before. Every time we kissed, it was soft pecks and brushes of our lips together.
But Legacy opened her mouth to me, offering me what I didn’t even need to ask for. She was sweet like the red wine that she drank, with a slight citrusy taste. Her mouth was soft and warm. I led the kiss, and she followed so easily.
I felt myself getting drunk off her as a heady feeling took over. The feeling reminded me of the shit females talked about. Damn, nigga, get ya’self together, I thought.
When I pulled back, I set my drink down and grabbed hers and did the same. I cupped her face and kissed her even deeper this time.
“Can I finally have you?” she whispered against my lips as my fingers danced over the silk fabric of her dress, rolling her nipples.
“Have me? Baby, you can own me. You act like I ain’t been waiting for you and chasing you down.” I growled against her lips before I bit her bottom one.
“You like this cat and mouse game.”
“Seems like the roles have reversed again. I’m never sure who’s chasing who.”
“Looks like we’ve both been caught. Do you have protection?” she whispered hungrily against my lips while we undressed.
“Never leave home without it,” I replied, pulling it from my pocket before I dropped my pants.
“Legend?”
“Yeah.” I bit her lip.
“What’re you doing with that?” she asked, pointing at my dick.
I grabbed it and stared. My shit wasn’t ugly or deformed. I looked back up at her. “Don’t say that shit like it’s diseased or some shit. What do you mean, what am I gonna do with it?”
“It’s too big, Legend. It’s gonna hurt.”
“Baby, please. I got a son. Your body was made for this. I ain’t got no damn cervix splitter and shit.”
She smacked my chest and laughed. “Can you ever be serious?”
“I am serious. I’m serious about getting in this pussy. Now relax and let’s do this shit.”
Covered and free of clothing, I walked her down until her back hit the wall. I nibbled on her neck as she raked her nails down my chest. She flicked her nails against my nipples as I lifted her leg, and she curved it around me.
She was warm and tight when I worked my way inside of her. Legacy bucked forward, eager to meet my thrusts. I bit into the side of her neck before I grabbed it tightly and squeezed. I rocked up into her, lavishing her cries as I filled her up and took up all the space.
I grabbed her other leg and pulled it up around my waist as I prodded deep into her.
“Legend.” She moaned my name as her head dipped down to meet mine. I devoured her mouth as I rocked into her again, and she shifted up the wall once more. I rolled my hips, sliding across her inner surfaces.
My hands kneaded her breasts, mushing them back and tugging them forth. I hadn’t wanted it to start like this. In my mind, our first time together would be soft and gentle, but the passion that had built between us was too demanding to slake with slow lovemaking.
Her hands dragged down the back of my neck, and she pulled me closer into a passionate kiss. Her moans cried underneath my lips, and when I pulled back, she whimpered. “I need to cum.”
I pulled out of her, bent her forward, and smacked her ass. “Hold them ankles.”
She did, and I slid into her and hammered that ass.
“Ohh shit, Legend,” she cried.
“Told you I was gonna give that ass scoliosis.”
Her head bounced and bobbed as I tore that ass up.
“Gotta . . . cummmm.”
“Let it go, baby,” I coaxed, slowing my movements.
Our satiated “mmphs,” “ahhs,” and “ohhhs” were released with a chorus of “yes, baby, yes,” before we both released.
I gently rocked into her one final time before I pulled out, stood her up, and kissed the side of her neck. Our breaths took time slowing down after our hunger dissipated.
She turned around and looked into my eyes. “Stay,” she whispered.