7. Sawyer #2
His tongue had the power to possess my flower, making it do backflips under its authority. Within seconds, shockwaves of fire rolled through me, and all I heard was the blood roaring in my ears.
“Fuckkkkkkkk!” I wailed, seeing stars before everything blurred and turned to black.
My insides clenched and unclenched around his tongue, milking every last drop of pleasure.
The couch creaked in rhythm as he snaked back inside me from behind, fucking me relentlessly.
My back arched with each penetrating stroke, my breath coming in short gasps.
I felt the sweat trickling down my spine and pooling between my shoulder blades as he pounded into me, his rough hands gripping my hips tightly.
He bottomed out, again and again, forcing me to take his impressive length with each stroke.
“That’s it, shawty,” he growled into my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my neck. “Take it all.”
His pace quickened, matching the frantic beat of my heart. I felt him swell inside me, stretching me as he prepared to release his seed deep inside my womb. It was like being claimed by a possessive beast who refused to let go until it got what it wanted—and what it wanted was me.
The couch slid against the floor with each forceful thrust, setting off a dull thud that vibrated throughout the room.
Muted moans filled the air as I struggled to contain my desire.
His free hand roamed over my body, tracing patterns on my skin that felt like lightning bolts coursing through me.
My breasts jiggled in his palms as he pinched my nipples hard enough to make me cry out, but not so much that it hurt; instead, it heightened the already intense sensations consuming me.
“Mmm, shit, Kareem! Fuck, you feel so good.”
Kareem had me screaming his name and creaming all over the couch.
His beard scratched against my sensitive skin as he pulled me upright, sucking on my neck from behind and sending waves of pleasure shooting straight to my core.
Now and then, our hips would grind together just right, sending shockwaves of electricity coursing through me.
With one final thrust, Kareem buried himself deep inside me and groaned loudly against my neck, setting off my own orgasm.
Warmth flooded between my legs as he came inside me—hot and sticky but oh so satisfying after a long ass day.
We remained locked together for several long moments before slowly pulling apart.
Breathlessly, I shifted to look at him. His eyes were half-lidded with satisfaction while beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.
His chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath too.
Despite the rough exterior he showed during our encounter—or maybe because of it—I found myself falling deeper in love with him.
“Take off the suit,” I directed softly, unbuttoning it and helping him get out. I wanted to see him, to feel him under my fingers.
Kareem smirked that same sexy grin I’d managed to get wet just thinking about. “As you wish, shawty.”
Slowly, seductively, Kareem stripped off the suit, revealing his tatted, muscular body that made my heart skip a beat.
His toned abs rippled in the dim light from the Christmas tree as he let the last piece of fabric fall to the floor.
Naked and exposed, we stood there breathless for a moment, our eyes locked in a wordless exchange of lust and desire.
“Damn, you’re just about the finest Santa I’ve ever seen.” I giggled, tracing the lines of his muscles.
“Better be the only fuckin’ Santa you’ve ever seen.”
I leaned up and kissed him intensely. “Of course. I must say . . . this was the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten.”
“Only the best for my shawty.”
An hour after our spontaneous sex session, I was in the kitchen putting the dishes in the dishwasher. Kareem was on the couch with Butta curled up beside him, keeping my spot warm while they watched some holiday baking show because it was what I was in the mood for.
“Question,” I said from the kitchen as I closed the dishwasher.
“Wassup?”
“What made you want to dress up as Santa for me?”
“I’m a Gemini, shawty, which means I’m bipolar, and I’m freaky. I wanted to spice shit up for the holidays.”
“It was giving me this is something I’ve never done before vibes,” I commented with a giggle.
“It was my first and probably my last damn time too, so your ass better had enjoyed it,” he stated. “I ain’t hear you complaining.”
“That’s the last thing you’ll hear from me after what you delivered today. The D was chef’s kiss,” I complimented.
He took a bow from the couch. “You’re welcome.”
“So . . . my sister will be here on Christmas Eve,” I acknowledged, changing the subject. “You ready to meet her? She can be . . . dramatic. But she’s also one of my best friends.”
“I’m not scared if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Good, because she’s gonna wanna kill me when she finds out I’ve been hiding a whole baby from her for all these months. Hopefully, she’ll be so overwhelmed with tears that she won’t wanna square up in the airport,” I responded with a sigh.
“You think she’ll trip about the baby?”
“Not as much as I think she’ll trip about you.”
He chuckled, then nodded.
There was a brief pause before I spoke. “It’s not like I don’t want you to meet her. But . . . I’m also jumping out of my skin about it.”
“Because I’m technically not supposed to exist?”
“Because you’re . . . complicated,” I said, trying to soften the narrative around him.
Kareem shrugged with that Gemini swagger that somehow made me want to scream and clench my thighs at the same time.
“I’ll be on my best behavior, shawty. Scouts honor.”
I rolled my eyes before laughing. And for a moment, the butterflies in my stomach faded away. “Nigga, you know damn well you weren’t a Boy Scout.”
“So what? You know what I meant. I’ll be cool. She’ll love me just like you do.”
“Not more than she’ll love the custom auntie starter kit I ordered her from Etsy. She’s gonna shit herself.”
“Why waste your money on that? She gon’ know as soon as you show up to pick her up from the airport shaped like a snow globe,” he joked.
I balled up my fist, threatening to do bodily harm all the way from the kitchen. “Shut up. I’m going to give it to her in the car, stupid!”
Kareem chuckled. “Whatever you say, shawty.”
Christmas Eve.
The air was cool, and the trunks of palm trees lining the arrivals lane were all wrapped in festive, twinkling lights.
I made sure the curve of my belly was cleverly concealed behind my oversized jacket.
It was easier to camouflage than the anxiety-ridden expression on my face.
I tapped the hazard lights button on my dashboard before my fingers tightened around the steering wheel.
My knee bounced nervously as I waited for Soleil, rehearsing how the moment would play out in my head, just like I’d done before I told my friends.
All I could do was hope it wasn’t as dramatic as it was when I told them back in November.
But something already told me it would be.
Dear Lord, whatever happens, please don’t let her call the cops on this man.
After a few minutes of waiting, a new wave of tourists in Santa hats and summer clothes started to shuffle through the automatic doors with their luggage in tow.
Then I saw her—fresh off a flight from North Carolina and looking as dramatic as ever.
She wore pink velvet track pants, a pair of gold hoop earrings, and the sweatshirt I’d gotten her last Christmas that read “Somebody’s Mean Ass Sister.
” Soleil was a couple of inches taller than me, but we shared the same caramel complexion and physique, except she always wore a long, middle-part wig with water wave texture and the edges laid to perfection.
She spotted my car and rushed over, dragging her leopard-print carry-on behind her.
“Hey, ugly!” I greeted her with the window down.
She rolled her eyes as she bent down to look at me through the passenger window. “Hey, yourself. Why do you look suspicious?”
“What? I don’t look suspicious. How was your flight?”
She put her suitcase in my back seat before getting in the front next to me.
“Girl, I left North Carolina in UGGs and landed here sweating through my goddamn wig,” she said with a giggle as she fanned herself.
“When I say that flight was packed. We were in those seats like a can of sardines, getting real close—bonnet to bonnet, baby. But I made it!”
“That you did,” I responded, pulling the gift bag off the dashboard and handing it to her. “Open it.”
Her brows creased. “What happened to doing presents at midnight like we always do?”
“This one can’t wait.”
She eyed me suspiciously as she pulled out the tissue paper and a tiny pair of pink baby booties from the bag that said “Auntie’s Favorite” on the bottom.
Her lips twisted to the side.“Don’t tell me these are for that damn dog.”
I sucked my teeth. “You gon’ stop hating on my son all the damn time.”
“I’m just saying. You do the most for him.”
I rolled my eyes. “They’re not for Butta, dummy. They’re for your niece. I’m pregnant,” I announced, unzipping my jacket to reveal my belly.
Soleil’s eyebrows shot toward her laid edges. “W-What? Are you fucking serious right now, Sawyer? Don’t make me fuck up my holiday lashes for no reason.”
“I’m serious. You’re going to be an auntie, Soleil.”
“Shut up!” she screamed. “I knew it! I fucking knew it! Oh my God. I need a drink. Hold up— you can’t drink. That means I need two drinks. Fuck, this baby is going to turn me into an alcoholic.”
I giggled watching her fan herself harder. “Take a breath, girl.”
She leaned over the center console and hugged me. “Oh my God. I’m so happy, but I also have so many questions.”
“I knew you would.”