Chapter 9
Sunday arrived too fast, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a weekend as memorable as this one.
Phyre and I couldn’t seem to get enough of each other and spent most of it in bed.
When his face or dick wasn’t between my thighs, we talked about the good memories from the past and the possibilities of the future.
We managed to find time to snack, but food was secondary. The nourishment we got from each other gave us all the energy we needed. After a day and a half of fucking, I woke up starving and ready to eat enough to feed an army.
“Do you want to go out or order in?” Phyre asked when I told him how hungry I was.
“Let’s go out, but nowhere too fancy. Your favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant is fine with me.”
“I gotchu.”
We showered together, managing to keep our hands to ourselves.
Phyre had to wear the clothes he’d arrived in.
Luckily, I’d washed them with the second set of sheets we’d ruined.
After we dressed, we headed out the door, hand in hand.
He helped me into his car, and once he was behind the wheel, we were on our way.
“How did you know my address? The staffing agency doesn’t share that kind of information, do they?”
He chuckled. “No. That’s my condo. I’ve owned it for a few years and use it as an Airbnb. When you accepted the assignment, I reached out to the agency and offered it as an alternative to a hotel since you would be here for six months.”
“That was nice of you.”
“Don’t give me too much credit. I wanted you to be comfortable, but I also wanted access to you.”
I narrowed my brow. “Do you have cameras in there?”
“Hell no. I’m not a creep ass nigga, but I do have a key.”
“Have you been sneaking in during the middle of the night and watching me sleep?”
He shook his head and smiled. “No, but I damn sure thought about it.”
“I definitely would’ve called the police, so it’s a good thing you didn’t.”
“What about now?”
“You said you were moving full speed ahead.”
“Either we are moving full speed ahead, or we’re not moving at all. If I knew you’d be down for it, we’d be at the courthouse first thing tomorrow morning getting married. If I’m in this alone, let me know.”
He stopped at a red light and looked at me.
“You’re not in this alone, but we’re not in the same place. You’ve had more time to process and plan than I have. I’m still trying to wrap my head around you being back in my life. I want to move forward, but we might not always be moving at the same speed.”
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“No.”
“And not once did you ask me to wrap up. We might have created a child this weekend. I think it’s fair to say we’re moving at the same speed. Case closed. We’re here.”
He parked in the parking lot of a small restaurant and cut the engine. Before I could respond to him, he was out of the car and opening my door. He helped me out, and we walked around to the entrance.
“I hope this meets your hole-in-the-wall criteria,” he said before opening the door.
I stepped inside and smiled because the place reminded me of one of my favorite spots at home. Chicago was notorious for having small restaurants with little curb appeal, but the food was to die for.
“If the food tastes anything like it smells, this will become a favorite while I’m in town.”
“That’s great, but as far as I’m concerned, you’re not leaving. We can seat ourselves. Let’s sit at that booth in the corner.”
He pointed in the direction he wanted me to go. Once we were seated, I grabbed one of the menus on the table, making note of the name of the restaurant so that I could come back on my own if needed.
“Black Elm Breakfast Bistro,” I read aloud. “The name doesn’t fit the aesthetic because this looks nothing like a bistro. I bet people come here expecting something fancy.”
“I’m sure they do, but if they stay, I doubt they’re disappointed.”
“I guess I’ll find out soon enough. Do you recommend anything?”
“I’ve tried almost everything on the menu and have never been disappointed.”
I nodded as I looked through the menu options. A server brought us some water and silverware and took our drink order. I was surprised they had mimosa flights, and I didn’t hesitate to order one. She informed us about the specials they had for the day before disappearing.
When she returned with our drinks, I ordered the apple cinnamon French toast and pancake tower, two scrambled eggs with cheese, grits, and bacon. Phyre ordered a bacon, egg, cheese, and avocado sandwich, with a side of fruit.
“Are you trying to make me look greedy?” I asked when the server walked away.
“No. You’re doing a good job of that yourself,” he teased.
“Whatever. I told you I was starving.”
I sipped one of the mimosas and closed my eyes to savor the flavor. When I opened them again, Phyre was staring at me.
“How is it?” he asked.
“Delicious. You want some?”
“I’m good. I’d rather you drink all five of them and get tipsy so I can take advantage of you when we leave.”
“Before Friday night, I hadn’t had sex in over a year, unless you count my vibrators. I assure you, you won’t be taking advantage of me. Hell, it might be the other way around.”
“If it were up to me, we’d still be in bed. I’m glad you’re getting some nourishment, though. I got plans for you and that pretty pussy.”
I raised my brow. “Oh, really. Maybe we should pick up a Plan B, and some rub—”
“Don’t play with me, Nae.”
“I’m not. I know we’re moving fast, but—”
“If I didn’t want you to carry my seed, I would’ve wrapped my shit up.
I’m in love with you, I want to marry you, and I want you to have my children.
This back-and-forth shit you’re doing is pissing me off.
By the time we leave this restaurant, I need you to be all in.
If you can’t, I’ll drop you off at the condo, and you can start packing your shit.
Ain’t no fucking way I’ll make it through another week like last week, let alone several weeks, after what we’ve been doing for the past day and a half. ”
The server arrived with our food before I could respond. I was grateful because I needed a moment to think about what I’d say. He’d never put me in my place, and dare I say, I loved it. If he’d put his foot down with me thirteen years ago, our story would be very different.
“Let me know if you need anything else. I’ll be back to check on you shortly.”
“Thank you,” Phyre and I said simultaneously.
As soon as she walked away, Phyre said, “If you’re still undecided about us, take your time eating because I meant what I said.”
“I’m not undecided. You took what I said the wrong way and went off on a tangent.”
“Clear it up for me then, Nae.”
“I’m all in, but maybe being all in means something different to me than it does to you.”
“How so?”
“We haven’t seen each other in thirteen years. Who I am today isn’t who I was back then, and I would assume you’ve grown and matured as well. You might not like thirty-six-year-old Ginae, and I might not like thirty-eight-year-old Phyre. We both want the same thing but have to be realistic.”
He looked at me as if he were letting my words marinate. Instead of responding to me, he picked up his sandwich and began eating, leaving me confused.
“You don’t have anything to say?” I asked.
“I have plenty to say, but you won’t like it.”
“Say it.”
“What you said is some bullshit.”
I frowned. “Excuse me?”
“What you said is some bullshit,” he repeated.
I sighed, shaking my head. He was being rude, and I refused to let him ruin my breakfast. I began eating, and damn, my food was good. My waistline wouldn’t forgive me for eating so much bread, but I was in heaven. Neither of us spoke, choosing to enjoy our meal over continuing our conversation.
The server returned to check on us just as Phyre ate the last bite of his sandwich. She took his plate, and he leaned back in his chair, watching me as I thoroughly enjoyed my meal, not allowing him to bother me.
“I asked God to bring you back into my life, but it wasn’t a blanket request. I specifically asked Him to bring us together only if our reunion was His will.
He didn’t answer my prayers to dangle you in front of me and snatch you away.
I expected you to be different, Nae, but who you are at your core is who I’m in love with. ”
For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The man in front of me was definitely not the man I fell in love with all those years ago.
He looked relatively the same, but the older version was more in tune with his emotions and wasn’t afraid to express them.
He said what he meant, and meant what he said, and I loved this version of him.
“Okay,” I finally said.
“Okay, what?”
“No more back and forth. Let’s do this.”
“Why does it feel like I’ve been here before?” I asked as Phyre took me on a tour of his house.
“Because it was being designed with you in mind.”
We’d made our way to the kitchen, and I leaned against the counter. He stood in front of me, trapping me between his arms.
“You had me in mind?” He nodded. “Does that mean you were thinking about me when you decorated?”
He smiled as he shook his head. “No. It means that before I bought the land, I remembered you saying you didn’t want to be close to your neighbors so you could walk around naked.
When I hired an architect, I remembered you saying you wanted two master bedrooms for when your parents come to visit, a bedroom for each of our two or three children, and an office that we could share. When I—”
“You remembered all that?”
“Not every single detail, but a lot of it. I bet you thought I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I was just dreaming out loud.”
“I did my best to make your dream house a reality, hoping and praying that one day, this would be our house.”
I smiled. “When can I move in?”
He seemed shocked by my words. “Shit. We can go get your stuff right now.”
“I’m serious, Phyre.”
“And you think I’m not.”
He pressed his lips against mine as he lifted me onto the counter. My arms went around his neck as I opened my legs, and he stood between them. Our kiss became passionate as our tongues collided before we explored each other’s mouths.
The counters were high, and his dick was perfectly aligned with my center.
His arms tightened around my body, and he pressed his dick against me.
Suddenly, he pulled away from me and gently forced me to lie down.
Before my back could hit the counter, he’d moved the crotch of my shorts and panties to the side and buried his face between my thighs.
“Oh, baby,” I cried out in ecstasy.
He used his thumb to massage my clit as his tongue slipped in, out, and between the crevices of my pussy. The combination of the two sent me over the edge fairly quickly, and before I knew it, his face was wet with my juices.
Not giving me a moment to recover, he pulled my shorts and panties off, took his dick out, and slid inside of me, stretching my walls. We moaned as if we’d been waiting for this moment all day.
“Damn, Sweetness. This pussy wet as fuck!”
“You like it?”
“I love it. I can’t get enough of it.”
His strokes were hard, fast, and deep, and the fact that I was on the hard surface meant I had to take every last stroke.
“Phy, you’re too deep!”
“Ain’t no such things as too deep, baby.”
He picked me up with his dick still inside of me and pressed my back against the refrigerator. I tightened my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
He pushed my shirt and bra over my breasts, grabbed them, and lifted them to his mouth, alternating swiping his tongue over each of them, and I felt another orgasm brewing, so I braced myself.
“Phy, baby, I’m cummin’!”
“Give me what I want.”
He was the only man my pussy had ever obeyed, and I was amazed that she still responded to his command after all these years.
“Oh God!” I screamed as my orgasm hit me.
“Good girl. You ready for this nut?”
Before I could respond, I felt him pulsing inside me. We stood against the refrigerator, our foreheads pressed together and our breathing labored. A few minutes later, when we caught our breath, he carried me to his bedroom before he put me down.
“You wanna shower?”
“I don’t have any clothes.”
“I’m sure I have something you can wear around the house. C’mon.”
He entered the bathroom, and seconds later, I heard the shower running. After taking off my shirt and bra, I joined him in the bathroom.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a personal shower this big,” I commented.
The shower could probably fit six bodies comfortably, and it had two showerheads and a bench.
“I’ve always imagined us having a lot of fun in here.”
“Oh, really? What kind of fun?”
“I’ll surprise you. If I talk about it now, my dick will get hard, and you’ll have to take care of it.”
I sat on the bench and leaned my back against the cold wall. I opened my legs wide and slid my hand between them. When I found my spot, I began massaging.
“Oh, it’s like that?” Phyre questioned with a sexy smirk and a raised brow.
He stood in front of me, grabbed his erection, and slid his hand up and down his length.
“Is this the kind of fun you imagined?” I asked, using my other hand to play with one of my nipples.
“This is a good start.”
“What would make it better?”
“My dick in your mouth.