Chapter 14 #2
“I got you. But you got some water in this fridge?” I ask and she nods.
After I open the fridge, I grab two bottles of water then slide an arm around her waist from behind.
Body to body, we leave the kitchen and amble to her bedroom.
She pulls her bedding back then eases inside.
I join her and hand her one of the bottles.
In silence, we drink our water. I’m cool at first, but when the quiet is still here after I’m done with my water, I can’t take the shit anymore.
“You alright over there?” I ask, even though we are only inches apart.
She turns her head and faces me. “I’m perfect,” she assures me.
“Then why you so quiet?”
“’Cause I didn’t want to interrupt you and your water,” she says with a grin.
“Nah. You can interrupt anything I’m doing. Come put that beautiful body on me then, so we can talk.” After inching closer and draping her legs across mine, she rests her head on my chest. I slide my arm around her and pull her in even closer. “You good, right?”
“I’m perfect. Things went better than I planned,” she says, to my surprise.
“So you planned to put that pussy on me like that?”
“Maybe not my wording but definitely the intent. I mean, marriage should have its privileges.”
“I agree one hundred on that but you know what you just did, right?” I ask, then place my hand under her chin.
She raises an eyebrow and asks, “And what’s that?”
“You just locked us in,” I say, then turn us over in the bed.
“Quintus!” she squeals at my fast, unexpected move.
“See how much you like calling my name?” I ask, hovering over her.
“I do like your name,” she says with a smirk.
“That better not be all you like.” I lean in and kiss her lips. “Is it?” I ask.
“Most definitely not. I have to admit, so far, I like everything about my husband, especially what you just did. My kitchen island has a new purpose.” While laughing, she grabs the sides of my face. “Hey…”
“What’s up?”
“Your motion? I meant to ask you about that earlier. My case ran over. I was trying to make it to your hearing but I couldn’t.”
“He listened to both arguments and I feel like I was very persuasive. The D.A. was pissed, so I believe I’ll get the evidence excluded. He didn’t rule today though. I have to wait.”
“Oh, if he has to think about it, you won. Excluding evidence is a hard ruling. We all know there’s basically no case without the key evidence, especially in possession cases. Congratulations.”
“I’ll take it, Your Honor. Thanks.”
“Watch. I’m right. He’ll exclude the drugs and dismiss the case.”
“Then let’s celebrate.”
“And how do you want to do that?” she asks. Using my knee, I nudge her legs apart and position myself between them. When I lean in to capture her lips, I sink into her. “Oh,” she moans. “That works.”
After burying myself deep inside her and rocking her to two more orgasms, we drag ourselves out of her bed, shower, and make our way back into her kitchen.
This time to actually eat and have our planned conversation.
She thoroughly cleaned the island first then warmed the food.
She’s putting it all on the counter now.
“Let me fix your plate. What do you want?” she asks while I grab another bottle of water from her fridge.
“You had me putting in work. I’m hungry as hell, so everything. You want water too?”
“No. I’m going to have this wine,” she says while holding up the bottle. After preparing both of our plates, she brings them over to the dining table. I grab her glass of wine and the bottle and join her. “Thanks for bringing this. I don’t think I thanked you.”
“And you don’t have to thank me. Simple, expected, and deserved things don’t need appreciation, not by me at least. I do those things for the people in my life; that includes you now, and as my wife, you’re at the top of the list with Niya. You can thank me if I do something spectacular.”
“Then thank you for the orgasms,” she says and we both smile.
“Nah. They are expected and deserved. What kind of man would I be if I don’t?—”
“Fold me like a pretzel, knock my head into the headboard, have me tooted in the kitchen? You choose because you did all three and I’m saying thank you over and over,” she gushes.
“Shit. Gas me up then,” I quip.
As we eat, we discuss the easy stuff first: dinner with her girls on Friday and our huge dinner with family and friends next Saturday. The dinner with her girls is going to be a house dinner with drinks and her girls grilling me. The one at the winery is formal.
“Me, you, and Niya should be color coordinated,” she says. “What’s her favorite color?”
“Hot pink and I’m not wearing hot pink,” I tell her.
“Well, it can be another color. I’m going to look for something Sunday. Maybe,” she begins, but hesitates for a minute. “Maybe you and Niya can join me so we can spend some time and find something to wear together?” she says, and of course I smile.
“Yeah, that works. We can come over here; there’s more options.”
“Okay, we can go to The Falls and do an early dinner together. I don’t want to have her out too late.”
“I appreciate that.” More than she knows. Considering my baby girl is everything. “That’s the next week planned, but what about after that?”
“Living together,” she utters, then sighs.
“I wish that was easy. I’ve thought about it.
In order to remain eligible for my seat on the bench, the majority of my residence has to be here.
I don’t want to disrupt Niya’s school, so after the formal dinner, I’ll stay with you during the week—Monday through Thursday—and commute.
I’ll come back Thursday night and stay until Monday.
Then, back to you Monday nights. It’s crazy, but if you’re cool with it, I can handle the back and forth until January. ”
“But what about after January?” I ask and I see the questions dancing in her stretched eyes.
“I meant what I said about us being locked.” My hand reaches across the small table to grab hers.
“My family loves you already. My baby girl says you can draw on her wall. Our conversations just flow and I can talk the law with you. I like you, and after you just put that sweet pussy on me, I’m on you and I’m not letting up.
Even our bodies reacted to each other like we’re supposed to be together.
I know you felt that shit too. For me, January will be just another month with us together, not the end of us.
It’s cool; you’re not there yet. Give me time; on everything in me, I’m going to convince you of that too and January won’t mean shit to you either. ”
Her eyes peer into mine as I talk, and while she doesn’t respond with words, her body language speaks volumes.
There’s a slight smile on her pretty face.
Her hand squeezes mine and her head shakes slowly, contemplatively.
She hears me and it’s obvious she believes me, even if she won’t say anything.
Deep down, she knows she felt that connection between us and she feels it now because I do.