Chapter 25 Amethyst #2
“A house?” she repeated, and I nodded. “Amethyst, you bought me a house?”
“No,” I denied, shaking my head. I put my fork down, picked up my napkin, wiped my hands, then picked up my phone and swiped through it until I found what I was looking for.
I handed her the phone, and Yale’s eyes got big.
“Last year, when I was out of town, I saw this plot that was for sale, and immediately, I thought of you. It was empty, but that didn’t stop me from seeing the vision.
I called up Bizzy, who made the right moves, and before the end of the night, I was the owner.
My next step was getting in contact with a contractor.
I made a few calls, pulled a big ass favor, and then got a meeting with C’s Foundation. ”
“C’s Foundation?” Her attention was on the pictures on my phone, but I nodded anyway. “He built this?”
“Nah, he didn’t build shit,” I chuckled lowly.
“She built that.” Yale lifted her head and gave me another surprised look.
Ten years ago, Yale showed me an IG page of this construction company that she’d randomly started following.
The company’s owners never showed their faces, but we knew it was black-owned.
Their work was impressive as fuck, and over the years, they’d made a name for themselves through their designs.
We both assumed it was a man, but when I requested a meeting, that wasn’t my only surprise.
C’s Foundation was not only run by a woman but by a woman who looked like Yale.
It took me a little digging and a lot of fucking money, but I was able to find out everything that I needed to know, and my suspicions were correct.
Clarke was Yale’s sister. Tulane had fathered another child who had become successful despite his lack of help. “Clarke is a woman.”
“Get out of here,” she laughed, then went back to looking at the pictures. “And you got her to build this house?”
“She did,” I said, nodding.
Yale set the phone down, then pushed our food out of the way to climb into my lap. Her arms went around my shoulders, and her legs went around my waist. “Thank you,” she said as she buried her hands in my hair. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“I just wanted to give you a slice of heaven,” I smiled. “Now, whenever it gets too cold, all you have to do is say the word, and I will have the plane fueled up, and you can leave.”
“We can leave,” she corrected as she nibbled my bottom lip. “I don’t want to go without you, ever.”
“I may have to work,” I said, then kissed her. “So, you and the girls can go, hang out, and enjoy life. This shit around here ain’t going nowhere.”
“First, I plan to go with you,” she laughed, resting her forehead against mine. “You and I will christen every room, hallway, closet, and bathroom in that house.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, and she nodded. “When do you plan on that happening?”
“As soon as possible.” She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and then pushed it off my shoulders.
“Is that a problem?” Next, she unbuttoned and unzipped my slacks.
My dick was so fucking hard that it was pushing against my boxer briefs.
She pulled at the band, and the air hit my shit, making me lick my lips.
Yale pushed me back, and I put my hands behind my head and lay on the floor watching her.
Yale’s confidence was sexy as fuck, and watching her take control had pre-cum leaking from my dick.
She stood, pulled her dress over her head, and tossed it on the floor.
She stood over me in a pair of dark purple lace panties and a matching bra.
My mouth watered at the sight of her. I pushed my pants and boxers off, and she went down.
Her pussy hovered over my dick, and I could feel how hot and wet she was. “Or did you have other plans?”
“Nah,” I groaned when her hand gripped my dick. “Whatever you want to do, I’m down. My plans come later.” She started slow stroking my dick, and I bit into my bottom lip. “Fuck, Sunshine.” I lifted my hips to try to push into her, but Yale moved and shook her head. “Come on, baby.”
“You have plans, Am?” she asked. Her voice was soft and sexy as fuck. I nodded, and she smirked. “What are your plans?”
“To marry you,” I answered, then licked my lips. “To protect you for the rest of our lives. To be your best friend, lover, and father of your children. I already got our wedding planned, all you gotta do is show up.”
“Really?” she questioned, and I nodded. “Tell me about it.”
“I can’t yet,” I said, shaking my head. Her eyes sparkled, and she smirked. “When you see it, I want you to be surprised.” She lined up my dick to her pussy opening and lowered. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my toes started to curl. Yale’s pussy was hot, tight, and wet as fuck.
“Shit,” she moaned, then started riding my shit. “Details, Am.”
“I can’t,” I groaned.
She lowered her chest onto mine and softly kissed me. “You can, baby, just give me small details. Nothing too crazy.”
“Amethyst and Yale,” I answered, then started fucking her from below.
“Answer the question,” she moaned and shook her head.
I flipped us over and stared down at her. Yale’s back arched off the floor from our new position, and I pushed harder into her body.
“I did,” I said as I wrapped my hand around her throat.
“Open your eyes.” Yale did what I asked, and I kissed her.
“The colors of this room are our names.” I let go of her throat and lifted so that I could grab onto her thighs and fuck her while I gave her the little details she wanted so badly.
“It’ll be at night, when the moon is full, and the stars are bright.
You’ll wear a dress designed by Mahogany, exclusively for you.
All your flowers will be done by Psalms, and Lavender has already agreed to put it all together. ”
“Am,” she moaned and dragged her nails into my chest. “Baby.”
“Pastor DeCorte said he’d marry us, and Focus said he’d sing.
” There were very few times that Focus would take off his rapper hat to sing, and with the help of his wife, I’d convinced him to do me a solid and sing at our wedding.
I sped up my movements and licked my lips.
“That’s all the details you’re getting, though. ”
“Okay,” she panted, and I felt her orgasm starting to build. “Fuck, okay.”
I pressed down on her clit, and her back arched again. “It’s one more thing,” I said as I pushed into her harder. I was knocking against her G-Spot so hard that my eyes were starting to twitch, but I wasn’t going to nut until she came. “You wanna hear it?”
“Yes,” she moaned and dug into my chest again.
“Cum for me, Sunshine,” I coached her. Yale’s legs tightened around my waist, and her nails broke skin on my chest, but I didn’t care. I pushed into her again, and she squirted all over me, which made me empty my seed into her.
“Shit,” Yale moaned and moved her head side to side and smiled.
I reached under the pillow that was next to us and pulled out the ring that I’d secretly had her designing for herself.
It had taken a lot of work and the help of Cross and Consonance, but she’d finally completed the ring last month.
Over the previous two months, I’d been watching her put all her love and enjoyment into designing her perfect ring.
I’d even listened to her describe the ring to me or show me how it was going, and she was never aware it was for her.
She’d crafted a beautiful ass ring and was even sad when she had to send it off.
“Open your eyes, Sunshine,” I said as I took her hand.
She opened her eyes, and I put the ring on her finger.
“In order to get married, I gotta handle a few things, but before I do that, I want you to know how serious I am. This is a symbol of our love, of who we are and what we are going to accomplish together.”
“How did you get this ring?” she sniffed as she looked at the ring. “I designed it for a customer. You bought it from him?”
“I was the customer,” I chuckled, and Yale looked at me, surprised. “I had some help with you not finding out, but I was the customer the entire time.”
“You saw me struggle with letting this ring go because it’s so beautiful.”
“You had a hard time with it because you knew it was meant for you,” I said as I put the ring on her finger.
It fit perfectly, and I smiled. “Now you know it’s where it belongs.
” I bent and kissed her. “I love you, Yale Forrester. Everything I’m going to do is because of that love. Please remember that.”
“I love you too, Am.”