Chapter 23
Present Day
“Damn, Lynx ain’t playing no games about you,” Meaghan said.
“It’s about damn time. He played games for long enough,” Octavia remarked.
“It wasn’t all him. I acknowledge my part in our mess,” Fateema admitted.
They were on their almost nightly FaceTime call. It was actually the first time they’d spoken outside of texting all week, because Fateema had been working late hours.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, friend. You played a teeny tiny role, but it was mostly his fault,” Octavia continued.
“She’s not wrong,” Meaghan agreed. “What time do you have to pick him up from the airport?”
“He doesn’t want me to pick him up, so I booked some clients for the morning. I assume he’ll be here mid-morning or early afternoon.”
“I’m so excited for y’all. I really thought Lynx was about to fumble you. I’m glad he got it together,” Octavia said.
“Speaking of fumbling… have you heard from Cornell?” Meaghan asked.
“Umm, what does fumbling have to do with him?” Fateema questioned.
“Nothing. I just didn’t know how to bring him up.”
The ladies laughed before Fateema responded to Meaghan’s question. “I guess he took Lynx’s threat seriously because I haven’t heard from Cornell.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me? He seems soft as hell,” Octavia said.
“He’s definitely not about that life,” Meaghan agreed. “What do you and Lynx have planned?”
“I tried to plan something for us because he did so well with last weekend’s plans. I don’t think I could’ve topped it, but I wanted to try. However, he made me promise to let him handle everything.”
“Whew! That’s the kind of man every woman needs. Just let me sit back and be a passenger princess and leave my brain at home when we’re out together.” Meaghan swooned.
“Ryan doesn’t do it enough for me, but he’s getting better. Sometimes you have to train these niggas up in the way they should go, and eventually, they’ll figure out what the fuck to do.”
“No you did not just misquote the Lord’s word,” Fateema teased.
“Girl, that is from First Niggalotions, chapter one, verse seventeen,” Octavia continued.
They laughed at her remark until tears seeped from their eyes. As they gathered themselves, there was a knock on Fateema’s door.
“Hold on. It’s probably my neighbor. I ordered some stuff for our trip, and I’m expecting some packages. Who is it?”
“Your future husband.”
“Lynx?”
“I hope I’m the only one you plan to marry one day.”
Fateema ended the call without saying goodbye to her friends and quickly unlocked her door. Lynx stood on the other side, carrying a duffel bag on his shoulder and holding some packages.
“Baby, what are you doing here?”
“I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to see you. Can I come in?”
“Oh, shit.” Fateema stepped back to open the door wider.
Once he was inside, she took the packages from him. After locking the door, she placed the packages on the floor just in time for Lynx to pull her into his arms.
“Damn, I missed you,” he mumbled with his face buried in her neck.
“I missed you too.”
He removed his face from her neck and found her lips with his. Minutes passed as they refamiliarized themselves with each other, although it had only been a few days since they’d last seen each other. When they finally separated, they were out of breath.
“Are you hungry? I baked some chicken and made some mashed potatoes and zucchini.”
“I’m starving.”
“Go put your bag away and wash up. I’ll make your plate.”
They kissed before parting ways, and a few minutes later, Lynx rejoined her in the kitchen. He sat at the table where his plate was placed and immediately scooped up some mashed potatoes.
“Mmm, these are good, Bunny. I don’t think I’ve ever had your mashed potatoes.”
“Thank you. I can count on one hand how many times I’ve cooked for you.”
Lynx thought about it and nodded. “I guess you’re right. C’mere.”
He pushed his chair back, giving her enough room to sit on his lap.
“You want me to sit on your lap while you eat.”
He smirked. “I’d rather you sit on my face while I eat, but we can save that for later. C’mere.”
“Let me get you something to drink. What do you want?”
“Water is fine. Thank you, baby.”
After getting a bottle of water from the fridge, she sat on his lap and put her arm around his shoulders. He used one hand to eat and the other to rub her hip.
“Do you remember I’m working tomorrow morning?”
“Yeah, that’s cool. I’m gonna be tired, so I’ll sleep in.”
“How do you know you’ll be tired?”
“Because I’ll be up late working that pussy out.”
“Then send me to work exhausted. Somehow, that doesn’t sound fair, yet I’m looking forward to it.
“I’m not going to ask where we’re going, but if you want to tell me, I’m listening.”
Fateema and Lynx were in her car, with Lynx behind the wheel. Of course, their destination was secret. It was late afternoon, and the weather was warm in Chicago, so there was a plethora of activities they could do.
“Listen to the radio because I got nothing for you, baby,” Lynx responded.
She shook her head and turned up the volume of the radio. About twenty minutes later, they found a parking spot in a crowded northside neighborhood. There were a lot of small businesses in the area, so Fateema still had no clue where they were going.
“I can see your brain working, Bunny. We’ll be there in two minutes, so stop thinking so hard,” he told her as they stepped onto the sidewalk.
“We’re wearing workout clothes, so I know it’s not anything fancy.”
“You’re thinking too much, baby. It’ll be fun.”
Lynx abruptly stopped in front of one of the storefronts and opened the door. Fateema cautiously went inside with him right behind her. It was a workout studio with mirrors covering the walls. A man and woman stood in the center talking, but no one else was present.
“Come on,” Lynx urged as they headed toward the couple.
“Welcome to Sexy and Sensual Yoga for Couples. I’m Rita, and this is my husband, Jovan. We’ll be instructing you today.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Lynx said, extending his hand.
After exchanging greetings, Rita suggested they use the bathroom. When they returned, she offered them water, towels, and a large mat.
“You ready?”
Fateema and Lynx had the most spiritual, sensual, and mind-blowing hour of their lives. The closeness of their bodies and the trust needed to perform the exercises forced them into levels of intimacy they had never experienced with each other or anyone else.
When they returned to her car, they sat with their thoughts for at least ten minutes. Both were hot and bothered, doing their best to calm their libidos.
“Damn,” Lynx finally said.
“Tell me about it.”
“If it was dark outside, I’d fuck you in the back seat.”
“If it was dark outside, I’d let you. My panties are soaked.”
He looked down at his dick and then turned to look at her. “My shit is about to explode.”
“Let’s get home.”
Lynx shifted in his seat, attempting to adjust himself before starting the car. Fateema’s eyes were glued to the large print resting on his thigh. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching across the console and grabbing it.
“Bunny, don’t start some shit you can’t finish in this car,” he warned.
It sounded like a threat, but instead of scaring her, it made her pussy thump. She slipped her hand into his sweats, and the feel of his naked, veiny dick in her hand made her nipples harden.
“Bunny, chill.”
His protest was weak, and he made no attempts to remove her hand. When she pulled his dick out, the sight of it made her mouth water. She leaned over the console and took the head of his dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it a few times and spitting on it before returning to her seat.
“You play too much.”
“Who’s playing?” she questioned as she moved her hand up and down his length.
While Lynx tried to remain focused on the road, Fateema opened her legs as wide as possible and reached into her leggings.
“This what we doing, Bunny?”
“You want me to stop?”
“Hell nah. Let me taste that pussy.”
She removed her hand from her pants and reached across the console. Her fingers were covered with her nectar, and she slid them into his eager mouth.
“You like that?”
He groaned while sucking her fingers, sending vibrations through her body. She snatched her fingers from his mouth and slipped them back into her pants. When she found her bud, she pressed her thumb against it while pushing her index and middle into her slick hole.
Lynx wanted to watch Fateema play with her pussy, but knew he had to keep his eyes on the road. Up ahead, he noticed a convenience store and turned into the parking lot, finding a spot in the back where no other cars were parked.
“Take your pants off and come ride this dick.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She released his dick, kicked off her gym shoes, and shimmied out of her pants. Fateema was so horny she didn’t bother to look around to see if anyone would notice her naked ass climbing to the driver’s side of the car.
Lynx had already moved the seat back and reclined it as far as it could go. His dick stood at attention, waiting to be lost inside her womb. They released a long and much-needed sigh when she finally sank onto it.
“Ride it,” Lynx declared, smacking her ass.
And ride it she did. By the time she crawled back over to the passenger seat, they’d cum multiple times, and the sun had disappeared, giving way to dark, star-filled skies.