Chapter 12
TWELVE
Leaning against the hood of my truck, I waited for the doors of county to open. Parking across the street seemed too far for comfort, but it was the only option. In hindsight, it was the only path for prisoners to exit.
“Sometimes I wonder if it was you that inherited her?—”
“Don’t wonder no more, nigga,” I advised. “It’s me.”
“Makes me feel better about some of the shit you say and do.”
“I don’t need you feeling better about my choices, bro. They’re mine.”
“Yet, they affect everyone.”
I agreed with a head nod. He was right. There was hardly a time when Mercer opened his mouth and he wasn’t. His wisdom, along with Malachi’s, had been inherited from our father.
I lit the blunt in my hands and lent my attention to my boys. Ghost and Midnight sat patiently, unsure of their environment, but not of their task.
I kneeled between them, rubbing both of their backs. Neither of them budged. Their eyes darted in different directions, familiarizing themselves with any and everything. The vibrations of their throats caused me to look up toward the road.
Nelson waited at the curb with a bag in his hand. When the cars stopped and the coast was clear, he ran across, oblivious to his surroundings and happy to have been released. He walked right into the trap I’d prepared for him.
“Watch ’im,” I commanded.
Their low vibrations turned into low growls.
“Still.”
It was important that Ghost and Midnight understood that they weren’t to react to anything that happened unless the command was given. Their job was simple— watch .
As Nelson approached the only path possible for him to meet his true freedom, I noticed the shift in his demeanor. Naturally, he patted his waist for his piece. It wasn’t there. Taking a different route, he stepped toward me with his hands in the air.
“Let me explain this shit, boss,” he started, closing the gap between us.
I passed Mercer the blunt in my hand, unwilling to hear anything coming from Nelson’s mouth. My hand grazed my waist. The difference between me and him, though, my shit was sitting, locked and loaded.
Mercer’s frame shielded mine completely.
“Fuck is you doing, Mercer?”
“Picking up where you’re lacking.”
You, too? Mercer was the second person to spare this nigga. I didn’t want to hear that shit again. Glacier had already saved his life once.
“Move, so I can do this, nigga!”
***
“Not right here, bro. As your big bro, I can’t let you do that to yourself, to us. We’ll get this nigga. I’ll make sure of it. On Momma. Nigga, on Daddy.”
I lifted my head and then allowed it to fall as I made a note of Mercer’s position. I snatched the blunt from his hand, knowing I wouldn’t win the secret beef we’d quickly embarked on. Before he allowed me to make the mistake, he’d make it for me. The idea of losing him again set me straight. I pulled on the blunt, filling my lungs.
“Say less.”
I took one step toward the truck, rage making my blood burn and my body hot. Ghost and Midnight never moved, keeping watch over the being that I’d given them specific instructions to keep an eye on. I continued to the driver’s door, turning back to give one final warning to the nigga that stood in the freezing cold looking like the bitch he was.
“Even playing field, nigga. Understand that I will stop at nothing to hunt you down and kill you with my bare hands. Pussy.”
Mercer crossed both hands in front of him, the move I’d seen him make countless times before he rocked a nigga to sleep for hours. His strength wasn’t necessary, though. I wanted to leave him with scars he’d remember for the rest of his life.
“Eat,” I advised my boys.
Simultaneously, Midnight and Ghost launched forward, knocking Nelson onto the snow. I watched, silently, as they obeyed my orders. While Midnight was locked in on his lower half, Ghost was set on dislodging Nelson’s vocal cord from his throat and tearing back the skin of his cheeks. And unless I stopped him, he’d fall through.
Nelson’s cries for help meant nothing to me. In fact, they were as satisfying as watching my boys seek vengeance for their mother. The more he articulated, the faster my heart beat. A smile spread my lips across my face.
Good boys. Good fucking boys .
“Ghost! Midnight!” Mercer called out to them both.
Neither reacted. They continued to eat as they’d been told.
“Bro, they’re going to kill this nigga,” he barked, pointing at the boys.
“You said I couldn’t. Why can’t they?” I shrugged.
“Because you’ll still go down for murder and your dogs are going with you.”
The thought of Ghost and Midnight being euthanized at my expense snapped me out of the trance my anger had catapulted me in.
“Halt!” I yelled.
Instantly, Midnight and Ghost sat back on their legs and stilled, blood and pieces of flesh hanging from their mouths. Somewhat satisfied, I demanded more of them.
“In the truck.”
Snapping my fingers, I pointed toward the truck door that Mercer was now holding open. Leaving Nelson on the ground leaking was an option, but it felt too much like right.
Kneeling beside him, I explained, “I’m nothing like them. I’m uncouthed. I have no fucking limit when it comes to Glacier. Fucking with her is like fucking with my money and I don’t play about my fucking money, bitch ass nigga. Consider yourself terminated. You have no traps. You have no white. You have no fucking crib. I burned that bitch to the ground. The smell is still lingering in the air this morning. Everything you’ve worked so hard to get, I’ve taken it. Everything being in business with me has helped you gain, I’ve taken it. You’re a bitch. A hoe ass nigga and that’s all you’ll ever be. I bailed you out, not because I’m ya fucking boss, but so that you’re out here with me where I won’t have any problems getting active, bitch! I’m coming and I ain’t stopping until your name on niggas’ t-shirts and your mother’s fat ass face is plastered all over the fucking news as she cries for justice for her hoe ass son. But there will be none.”
Gathering every ounce of saliva in my mouth, I spat on his open wounds, stood to my feet, and headed to the truck where my boys and Mercer were waiting.
“I will handle it, Makai,” Mercer advised before I was able to settle in the truck.
“I don’t need you to handle my shit, Mercer. I’ve got it.”
“I don’t need to see you behind that wall, so I’ve got it.”
“No. Fuck the wall. That man violated me. He has to see me in these fucking streets. Point. Blank. Fuck you and anybody else who doesn’t understand that shit.” Spit flew from my mouth as I defended my decision. “I’ll sit behind twelve walls when it comes to her, Mercer. I don’t give a fuck.
“Glacier is a good fucking girl, dog. She stay to herself. She’s out the fucking way. She doesn’t bother nobody. She work and bring her ass home to me. She’s my responsibility and I’m going to dead any and everything that brings her harm.
“That’s on Momma, nigga. That’s on Daddy, nigga. If I don’t kill that bitch, then my name ain’t Makai motherfucking Domino. Pops ain’t raised a single hoe, my nigga. He has to get it!”
“Say no more, then.”
“I ain’t.”
My emotions began to overwhelm me. I felt the fear thicken in my throat. Knowing that there was someone in the world out to harm Mommas wasn’t sitting well with me. It was way too triggering. It reminded me of a time when everyone’s world was up in flames, a time we lost someone we loved and cherished dearly because jealousy and envy were at the top of a nigga’s priority list.
She’s a good fucking girl , I reminded myself again. My job was to protect her and I’d go to the ends of the earth to do so.
Night had fallen hours ago and I was still riding the city in circles. Comfort felt so far out of reach. At the moment, Glacier couldn’t even offer it to me. Nelson’s entire operation had halted.
“Makai, are you there?”
“Yeah, Royce. I’m here.”
“The funds have been transferred into the account. Anything that comes in after will automatically be rerouted to the account. He won’t see a dollar. The only money he has at his disposal at the moment is any cash in his possession.”
“I’ve had my people shake down his spots. He doesn’t have much of that either unless we missed a location, which I highly doubt.”
“Good, then.”
Calling in favors wasn’t the route I preferred, but when it came to technical shit, that was beyond me. Putting someone on the matter that I trusted wholeheartedly was my only option. There was no one in the business I trusted more with my account numbers than Royce. It was her first time getting ahold of them, but there was no doubt in my mind she’d protect them with her life.
A woman of many resources, she could handle the most complicated tasks with ease. Until now, I’d never had use for her services. However, I wanted to snatch every dollar I’d helped Nelson make right from under his nose, leaving him dead broke and out in the open where I’d snap his fucking neck the second I caught up with him.
“How is she?” Sighing, she asked the dreadful question.
“I don’t know. My head’s been in a different space. I haven’t talked to her. Respectful of her infectious and optimistic spirit, I don’t want to dump this fucked-up ass energy on her. She won’t understand. She won’t know how to handle it. She won’t recognize me.”
“But she’ll recognize your heart.”
“I don’t know about that, either. That motherfucker ice-cold right now. And her optimism, there’s no room for that right now. I don’t see one positive outcome in this situation. I just don’t. That’s too much of a burden for her fragility. I’m fucking pissed even thinking about that shit.”
“Makai,” Royce called out to me.
“Yeah?”
“As green as she is, Glacier is no fool. She knows who she fell in love with. She knows what type of man she’s given her heart to.”
Taking her words into consideration, I agreed.
“You’re right. That still doesn’t make this shit any less complicated.”
“I know.”
“Ima let you go.”
“Call me if you need me—or any of us, for that matter. We’re here.”
“I know. Appreciate it. Shave some off the top for yourself.”
“Already did that, Makai. You know me. That was first.”
“I can respect it. Holler at cha.”
I discontinued the call and set the phone in my lap. My hands came down my face as a low groan emerged. I felt the brittle, brutal parts of me resurfacing as I waited for any signs of movement in the home I waited outside of. There were none.
I utilized the moment of stillness to give in to the temptation that was knocking on my heart. My finger hovered over the call button as I contemplated placing a call to Glacier. As if our hearts were in sync, my phone began to buzz in my lap. Without thinking, I silenced the call at the realization that I wasn’t quite ready to talk. I had no words.
I settled for a text, hoping it would suffice. Speaking to Glacier would only soften my resolve. It was what I feared for the moment. I needed the sharp edges I’d acquired throughout my life, not the ones she covered with her gentleness and blanketed with her love.
What’s up, G?
The gray bubbles I waited for never appeared. Instead, another call came through. It was Glacier, again. Worried that something was wrong, I started the engine of the scuffler that I had traded my wheels for and headed toward the hospital where she was on the clock.
“Hello?” I answered her call, refusing to let it ring out and regret it later.
“What’s up, G?” she emphasized, voice shaky and full of pain. “Baby, what’s happening right now?”
“Shit, Mommas, I thought something was going on.”
I slowed the engine, obeying the laws put in place by the city.
“In my opinion, there is something going on, Makai.”
Because I had no rebuttal, I remained silent.
“Talk to me.”
“And say what, Glacier?”
“Don’t do that to me.”
“Do what?”
“Grow cold. Don’t do that to me.”
Pausing, I chose my next words wisely. She was accurate in her observation. I was hardening. I could feel it with each passing second. There was no discrimination when my switch was flipped. There were no exceptions. There was only red. I only saw red.
“I’m not trying to, baby. I’m just between a rock and a hard place right now.”
“I understand Makai, but?—”
“You don’t, Mommas. You don’t understand,” I gritted, frustrated with myself for bringing her into my world.
I could’ve saved us both the inconvenience. Because that was all that nigga was, an inconvenience. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Makai.”
“Glacier, I’m trying, aight? I’m trying to keep my head above water here but I am failing. I am becoming the man that I dread, for your sake alone and nothing else. I’m becoming the man I was before you stepped foot in my world. I’m becoming the man that was necessary to become the man that you fell in love with. And I can’t tell you if you’ll like that man—if you’ll love that man. But right now, I’m him, G.”
“I don’t care, Makai. All I care about is you. I’m here and I’m willing to meet you wherever you are, whenever you’re there. Just don’t ice up on me. Stay warm, just a little, for me .”
“I need to go,” I lied, unable to lie to her.
Warmth was void in my life at the moment. It served little to no purpose. Warmth would only get me killed, or worse, Glacier. With those odds stacked against me, I couldn’t welcome it, not even for her.
“Come here, Makai. Come to me. My security blanket has been snatched from around me. I’m feeling most vulnerable right now. I’m feeling exposed. Naked. A mess.”
Her confession made my chest ache. It was my responsibility to offer her security. I’d failed. Hearing her confirm it left me with no choice but to restore it, restore her. I ended the call without another word spoken. My foot applied more pressure to the pedal. I zoned out with only my destination and Glacier in mind.
I made it to the hospital in record time, parking the scuffler at the very end of the parking lot. Before stepping out, I secured my piece on my waist, removing the safety on my second one. I had no intention of being safe. I wanted to send a nigga to hell twice so that I could kill his ass two more times when I got there.
Fresh off the elevator, I stalked the hallways of Glacier’s unit. Oncology was her specialty at the moment, but it was only temporary. Pediatric nursing in the intensive care unit was where her heart rested but she needed a full year of experience before she could apply for that position.
I circled the entire floor, ending up near the elevator again, empty-handed. The waiting room was my next stop. There, I found a comfortable chair and grabbed the remote to the television near the door. I wouldn’t relieve the seat of my body’s heat until Glacier clocked out.
I’m here, Mommas , I texted, desperate to relieve her of the apprehension she felt. The text had much more depth than what it was intended for.
I’m here, Mommas.
Forever.
For life.
Always.
In all ways.
Any time.
Every time.
However.
Whenever.
Whatever.
It didn’t matter. It never would.
I love you , she responded with a red heart attached to her message.
What was understood didn’t have to be explained. I shut down my screen and prepared to wait out Glacier’s shift along with her and the rest of her team. They, too, were safe as long as I was in the building.
Peacefully in my arms, Glacier slept. She’d taken a full hour break to get some shut-eye after the chaotic night she’d had the previous night. Sleep hadn’t come easy for either of us. I didn’t get a wink in, which was the reason I couldn’t keep my eyes open for more than a few seconds. The sound of Glacier’s alarm alerted me mid-doze.
“Huh?”
I jumped out of my brief slumber, clutching the butt of the gun tucked at my waist.
“Mommas.” I yawned, noticing her phone was sounding off. “Your phone.”
“Hmm?” she stirred.
“It’s time for you to clock back in before ya people come looking for you.”
“It’s time?”
“Yes, baby.”
She was disoriented and the cutest fucking thing. Her struggle to readjust was soothing to my soul. As she rose, head finally rising from my lap, she stretched her arms high in the sky. The side of her face was marked with lines that went in every direction and were red like fire.
“Mommas, I can take you home. You don’t have to stay. You need some rest. Real shit, we can walk out of this motherfucker and never return. Your safety is vital, staying employed isn’t. Say the word and I’ll have your year’s salary in your account in minutes. Just say the word, Glacier.”
“Makai, everything will be okay. As much as I’d love to spend my days getting on your nerves to no end, I can’t. I put off nursing school three times, wasting valuable years of my life. I don’t want to waste any more of them. I love being here. I love my patients. I love the staff. I love the atmosphere. It really gives me something to look forward to each day I’m on the schedule. Nursing brings me joy. I’d grow miserable staying home.”
“Is there nothing else you want to do in life?”
“Yes. There is something else. But this is where I am now, and I love it here. There’s no need to think about anything else until this no longer serves me.”
Nodding, I agreed. Glacier danced every night as she put on the form-fitting ass scrubs. Her career was the highlight of her weeks. The three days a week that she clocked in, she never complained. Watching her fall in love with her profession was beautiful, but I’d be damned if I didn’t want her to put it on hold briefly. Not just for peace of mind, but for her safety as well.
“Aight. Get back to work. I’ll be right here.”
“I know,” she told me.
I pecked her pursed lips and watched her disappear behind the waiting room door. The buzzing of my cell pulled me away. Mercer’s name crossing the screen prompted me to answer.
“Yeah?” I yawned.
“Where you at?”
“Sitting with Glacier, keeping an eye on shit. What’s up? It’s going on three. Hell you doing up?”
“Fucking around in the kitchen.”
That was his sacred place. Any dish one could think of, Mercer could create. Any dish that one’s mother made after perfecting it for years, Mercer could make it better.
“You called to hold the phone or what?” Another yawn muddled my words.
“Nah. Just making sure you straight.”
“I’m good and you don’t sound like you in no fucking kitchen, either. Lying ass nigga.”
“Then stop asking dumb-ass questions. What other reason would I be up right now, nigga?”
“Mercer, that’s mine. If you take that opportunity away from me, consider us done.”
I stood to my feet, trying my hardest to shake the exhaustion. There was no use.
“I’m a lot of things, but a hoe ass nigga ain’t one. I have no intention of fucking you over. But you won’t stop me from looking out for you. It’s your job to protect your girl, but it’s my job to protect you. Ima do that to the fullest. I don’t give a fuck how that makes you feel, either.”
The line died as I sat in the recliner. Knowing that Mercer had replaced his oven mittens with black gloves that easily squeezed a trigger made it easier for me to find comfort. I scrolled my phone for notifications I’d ignored over the last twenty-four-plus hours.
Milo had called me every name under the sun because I hadn’t answered his calls. The group message was full of rants from his line. I peered at the time at the top of my screen and decided to call him back after sunrise.
Resting my head against the seat, I glued my eyes to the television across the room. I didn’t hear a fucking word that came from it. Everything was muted except the thudding of my heart. Violently, it pumped in my chest for the woman who’d chosen to love me for the nigga I am. I closed my eyes with her vengeance heavy on my mind.
Unsure of when I’d fallen asleep, the tapping on my shoulder woke me immediately. I squeezed the barrel of my gun, removed it from my waist, and prepared to aim and shoot.
“It’s me.”
Finding Mercer standing before me, I re-tucked.
“Just like that?” he questioned. “Right in these people’s hospital?”
“That’s where the shit started, right?”
“Yeah.” He nodded, agreeing with my logic.
“Go home and get some rest. I’ve got it from here. I’ll make sure she gets home safely. Rest up. The hunt is useless without a sharp soldier.”
“I’m good.”
“I wasn’t asking,” he affirmed.
Though there was absolutely no room for humor, his stance left me with little choice.
“Nigga, you think ’cause your neck swollen and your chest implants are inflated, you can bully a nigga or some shit? My pistol will penetrate them dragon scales on your arm, my boy. That’s make believe, you gon’ feel every bullet.”
“But you ain’t gon’ shoot it.”
Because he had called my bluff, I remained silent. I stood and stretched my body, jumping to see if he would move an inch. The motherfucker didn’t budge.
“That jail got you fucked up.”
“I refuse to let it fuck you up. That’s all that matters.”
“Whatever, nigga. I’m gone.”
“Go home! Malachi is holding the fort down. You can sleep tonight. After tonight, I can’t say the same.”
“I can sleep when I die, nigga.” Shrugging, I pushed the door open.
“Stop fucking with me!” Mercer yelled out to me.
Glacier walked through the door at 7:40 a.m. Still half asleep, I checked the time for clarification. A little while longer and I would be getting my day started. Instead of heading straight for the bathroom and starting the shower, Mommas began stripping out of her clothes. In only her panties and bra, she climbed into bed, pushing my arm upward and laying it across her.
Glacier’s body pressed against mine. Skin-to-skin contact was what she craved. Body heat was what she craved. Reassuring pressure was what she craved. Security was what she craved.
The sniffling that followed the realization that my arm was damp squeezed my heart, emptying it of everything it needed to function properly. Glacier’s pain was mine. Though I didn’t know what was wrong, I understood that parts of her, not visible to the human eye, were hurting. That shit made me hurt— all over .
“What’s the matter, Mommas?”
Silent tears transformed into low, body-rocking cries that made Glacier a blubbering mess. So much time passed before she was able to muster the strength to respond.
“Talk to me.”
I rubbed her leg, trying to calm her down.
“Shel-Shelly. She has a broken arm and a fractured hip. It… I-it takes those injuries months to heal. Six months to a-a year. She doesn’t deserve any of this.”
“Neither do you,” I assured her. “I’ll handle Shelly’s expenses while she’s recovering. Don’t sweat that, Mommas.”
“I hope he stays in jail where he belongs,” she cried.
Informing her that I’d bailed him out so that the ball was in my court was out of the question. She wouldn’t understand. But it didn’t matter if I was the one to set him free or not; he was coming home, regardless. I just needed him out a bit sooner.
The bond money they were requesting, he had in a single stash house. Becoming a top earner of mine wasn’t easy, and that nigga had done the work to make it happen. Props were due. The nigga was getting to the bag, but that wasn’t surprising. Any nigga at my table had to have motion.
I leaned her body forward and freed my arm from beneath her. As my feet touched the floor, I grabbed her leg and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I removed her bra first, happy to see her pebbled nipples respond to the cold air. Next were her panties, which slid down her buttery thighs and onto the floor with ease.
Her body was like silk in my hands, soft to the touch. I tossed her over my shoulder and started toward the bathroom. Before lowering her to the ground, the shower was running and the Bluetooth speaker was active. Some slow shit I knew she’d love played in the background, settling her heart and putting a stop to her tears.
I admired her as the remorse in her eyes bloomed. Underneath the water, she allowed it to cascade down her skin. Her orbs never left me. She was searching for things that only I could provide, and every chance I got, I would. I did .
“You’re okay, Mommas.”
Rubbing her drenched hair, I affirmed. She nodded, feeling every word I spoke to her.
“We’re okay, Mommas.”
Finally, she was able to close her eyes. She stepped back slightly to allow the water to drench her face and hair entirely. The long, straightened hair transformed into curls that made her hair appear shorter.
She was hypnotizing. I loved every inch of her frame. Her areolas were such a precious sight. I lowered my neck so that my mouth could meet her nipple. The warmth of the water greeted me first. Then it was her tasteless skin.
Glacier was easily my addiction. Ridding the world of anything that brought her discomfort was my duty. In every area of her life, I wanted her happy, healthy, and at peace. Nothing else mattered to me when she was involved. Her love overruled every aspect of my life. Not even money could fuck with Mommas. I had enough of that shit already. I hadn’t had enough of her yet.
“Uh.” She gasped as her arms surrounded me.
They were the warmest in this cold, cold world.
Desperation fueled my fire. I was burning inside for her, aching for her. I let her nipple fall from my mouth as I searched through the water for her lips. I found them. The second they parted, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and made love to every inch.
I gripped her breasts in my hands, massaging them. She moaned into my mouth. I never cut her loose, even as I hoisted her into the air and slid her down on my dick. She winced as I breached her opening, clinging to my upper half for dear life.
Up and down, I handled her with care. Her pussy welcomed me with cushioned walls and a creaminess that allowed her to glide with little effort on either of our parts.
“Baby.”
Her whimpers made everything around us disappear.
“I love you so much.”
Her words healed pieces of me that had been broken for so long.
“I need you.”
Her confession melted the ice that was forming around my heart.
“I need you, G,” I admitted, afraid to fathom a life void of her existence. How I’d gone so long without her would forever be mindboggling.
“Marry me, Mommas,” I begged. “Have my babies. Please, marry me. Be mine forever.”
She nodded, wrapping her arms around my neck and moaning into my ear. “I’m already yours forever.”
She solidified our bond. There was no ring, there were no plans. There were just two hearts that wanted to pump beside each other for the rest of eternity.
“I’ll marry you a hundred times over. I love you so much.”
A nigga who’d never considered partnership was proposing marriage, empty-handed, because I was being led by my truth at a moment that I wholeheartedly felt was perfect. No one, not even my own mother, could’ve convinced me that it would be my reality.
The woman I’d fallen for agreed to be mine forever without hesitation. My elevation was inevitable. She was fucking my head up.
Because I knew that my nut was rising and I wouldn’t last too long due to the heightened emotions and her sensitivity at the moment, I focused on making sure she was satisfied first. I was approaching my climax rather quickly. I needed her to approach hers even quicker.
“Fuck!” I removed my dick.
Unless I was ready to end it all, I had no other choice. Her shit was too moist. Her cream was too heavy, coating my skin until it was white. I lifted her higher and pressed her back against the wall before diving in.
Her leakage stained my beard. I wasted no time finding her clit through the snowy fields of gratification. My tongue circled the bulb that made her convulse in my arms.
“Makaaaiiiii.”
She was already near her point. I could feel it. Her level of sensitivity was far too high.
“Oh God, yeeessssssss.”
She was almost there. My dick had gotten her exactly where she needed to be. My tongue would only assist in the home run.
Locked in and showing no remorse, sucking her pussy into my mouth and flickering my tongue over her clit with speed. Her limbs loosened but her abdomen area tightened. Those pretty, slender fingers gripped the back of my head. Glacier fought for balance, but there was hardly any. She was on water, lost but not deserted. She had little to worry about because I would carry her back to shore right after I took her out into the deep end where the climax of the adventure awaited us both.
I lapped up her cream before drawing back completely. Before she was able to get her shit together, she slid down my dick again. Her nails clawed my back.
“Baby, waiiiit—oh my… Baby.”
“Fuck, this pussy so good,” I moaned, drilling into Glacier.
Her titties bounced as I lifted her over and over again. Obsessed and completely fixated on her areolas, I began to peak. Unlike so many times before, the urgency to dislodge didn’t occur. I stayed inside of her pussy, thrusting until I felt my ending near.
Glacier’s fingers gripped the side of my face, forcing my mouth open. Her tongue fled her mouth, seeking refuge in mine. I welcomed it with warmth and liberation. And while our tongues embraced one another, her pussy espoused my semen.
I cleansed Glacier’s body, slowly and gently, then did the same for myself. She waited patiently and accepted the towel that I wrapped around her tightly after drying her body. Bridal style, I carried her into the bedroom where I removed the towel and grabbed the body cream that she kept in her nightstand.
It smelled like peaches, roses, and apples. There were hints of caramel, but I couldn’t be too sure if it was an additive. Nevertheless, the scent was pleasant. I dipped my hand in the round jar and removed the perfect amount.
I left streaks of fluffy butter on her skin, trailing down to her toes where I started working it in, finishing at her neck because her facial skincare routine only included scentless, dye-free products that kept her face radiant.
“Hey,” I whispered, kissing Glacier’s lips.
She’d fallen asleep. The light massage paired with the shower and good dick had put her to bed.
“Hm?”
I lifted her body and pulled back the covers. She curled up in a ball from the coolness underneath. Her naked body began to produce fine bumps immediately. I tossed the covers on her and tucked them underneath her chin to make sure no air made its way underneath.
“I’ll see you later.”
It was impossible for me to tell Glacier she might not see me for a few days, possibly a few weeks, or maybe even a month. However long it took to finish the job I’d started, then that was how long I’d be away. There was truth to my statement, though there wasn’t a time stamp on it.
“I love you.”
“I love you,” I replied.