Chapter 18
What’s Mine is Mine
Double
“Your skin is so fucking soft.” My voice was husky to my own ears as I traveled down her body, dropping kisses along her skin as I went.
Kisses in the crook of her neck.
Kisses on the flat of her chest.
Kisses at the swell of her left breast, and then the right one, before I took each nipple into my mouth and sucked hungrily.
Kisses across her stomach.
Kisses over her hairless mound.
She was still asleep, but she would wake soon enough. She’d had a rough night with all of the crying, the unanswered questions, and the sadness. The delayed grief of being snatched from her homeland—from her life—and being told that nobody knew when or if she could ever return.
I draped her legs over my shoulders then buried my face in her center.
I inhaled deeply. Soon after, I licked her opening before beginning the process of devouring her.
I knew she had awakened from her slumber when she arched from the bed, and a sigh of pure pleasure bubbled up.
“Ah,” she moaned, her hands involuntarily finding their way to the back of my head.
I pulled away from her for a second. “Good morning, Sweetheart.” Then I returned to the task at hand.
“Good morning, Husband.” Her words were shaky from pleasure as I enjoyed her.
I used my tongue like a snake charmer—hypnotizing her pussy, causing her hips to dance and sway to a rhythm completely controlled by me. She rocked into my face as I sucked and licked and licked and sucked.
Words and utterances fell from her lips and into the atmosphere. Her hips gyrated slowly against my mouth.
“Yes. Yes.” Her chants were whispered but filled with passion.
I turned her inside out as she bucked against my face, pressing the back of my head into her pussy, and her legs spread wider.
She released on my tongue with a long moan, and her hands fell away from my head, providing the opportunity for me to finally take a breath. I didn’t need it. I continued to feast until I had cleaned every drop of her essence.
I climbed up her body. “You taste good as hell, but I knew you would. You smell too fucking good not to taste like dessert.”
She was quiet, on her back, her chest heaving as she panted out breaths.
I pulled her earlobe into my mouth as I slid inside of her—the sweet heat and tight grip of her pussy welcomed me home.
“Ooh.” Her moan came out soft and low, almost like a whisper.
I’d never heard anybody whisper-moan. It caused my dick to grow harder than it already was. “You feel so fucking good.” I punctuated each word with a thrust into her middle.
Her nails dug into my shoulders and raked down my back. I wasn’t sure if she drew blood or not, and I really didn’t give a damn. If that was the price I had to pay to be balls deep in Tinsley after wanting her for so long, I was with it.
I pounded into her relentlessly, relishing in feeling the grip her pussy created. Neither of us could hold back our moans and groans as our bodies moved in sync.
Sweat coated our bodies as we took and gave in equal measure.
My heart pounded in my chest as I filled her, stretching her in ways that made me want to crash out and lean in at the same time.
The feeling of claiming her every single time I did so was heady as hell.
Her body shuddered beneath me, and even I trembled from the pleasure.
Her small hands roamed over my body possessively, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. I could feel my own muscles flexing under her fingertips as she dug them into my ass, urging me to go even deeper. Even harder.
Her teeth grazed my neck before she sucked gently, and it earned her a subdued groan from me.
This woman was everything. I didn’t know what I’d done to be lucky enough for the fates to conspire to drop her into my lap, but I was thankful as hell.
She was more than anything my imagination could’ve conjured and more than every daydream.
Going up on my knees, I threw her legs over my shoulders again and picked up the pace, losing myself in her and losing myself in the moment.
Every sexual encounter messed up my mind a little bit more.
She made me drop most of the guards I kept around my heart and made a little of a simp out of me without even realizing it.
My hips slammed against hers, and the sound echoed through the room.
Our soft moans filled the air, drowning out any thoughts or worries from our past. I watched her bare breasts bounce as my strokes landed, and I watched her facial expressions morph between pleasure and pain.
I leaned over and kissed her mouth, and that was when I felt it.
I felt her body contract once, contract harder still a second time, and then relax.
My dick was submerged in her—on a deep-diving excursion inside her.
I found the buried treasure inside of her.
Thoughts like that took me over the edge.
I didn’t pull out. Instead, I pressed as deep as possible and released my load in her depths.
I fell to the side of her, trying to catch my breath. A few seconds later, I pulled her on top of me and wrapped my arms possessively around her. She peppered soft kisses across my bare chest while I finger-combed her hair. Eventually, the kisses stopped, and her breathing evened out.
“We have to figure out a method of birth control, Sweetheart. Otherwise, you’re gonna end up pregnant.”
She snuggled into me, mumbling something incoherent.
Yeah. She was definitely all mine.
Later that day, Tinsley and I ended up at the office.
She’d been in America for almost two months, and she still liked going to work with me every day.
Most days, we didn’t even stop by the office.
My brother and I owned property throughout the city—residential rentals, commercial rentals, and investment property.
Tinsley and I spent a lot of time together in my truck, driving from property to property, checking out maintenance needs, progress on work that was being done, and the like.
On this particular day, however, we were in the Hill Top Management building.
Tinsley sat on the sofa in my office, reading a book, while I went over the monthly report from the accountant.
There was a sharp knock on the open door, and both Tinsley and I looked up to see my grandfather standing there. “Good morning. Is it cool if I come in?”
“What up, Big? Yeah, come on in.” I beckoned him to step inside the office.
“Good morning.” Tinsley made room for him on the sofa.
“I know Saturday night was a lot,” he began, and Tinsley nodded her agreement.
“It wasn’t my intention to upset either one of you, but I understand.
Grandson, this is your wife. It doesn’t matter how the two of you came together.
I raised you, so I know your take on protecting the women in your care.
“Tinsley darling, I’m from a generation where we don’t always sugarcoat words to make them go down easier.
I believe that you have to have all the facts to make the decision that’s most appropriate.
You needed to know why your money was being held up and how to fix the situation.
Now that you and Double have all the information, you can work to together to decide how to best handle the situation. ”
She nodded her head. “Yes, of course.”
“But I didn’t come here to rehash Saturday’s drama. I came here to talk to you about an opportunity.”
“Me?” Tinsley’s face showed her surprise as she returned my grandfather’s gaze.
“Yes, you, granddaughter.”
She actually blushed at the term of endearment. I tried not to smirk. My wife was so damn adorable.
“Okay.”
“We, the Passion’s Project Foundation, do a number of events each year.
Of course, you know about the two fundraisers we hold—one in the springtime and one in the fall.
In addition to those, we have our annual Easter egg hunt; the scholarship and award banquet for the high school seniors in our program; the Juneteenth picnic; the citywide trunk party that helps provide essentials for kids heading off to college; the back-to-school bash; the Thanksgiving turkey giveaway, and the Christmas extravaganza. ”
“Wow, that’s a lot. Double didn’t tell me that the foundation had so many annual events.”
“This will be my first year being involved in every event, so . . .” His thoughts trailed off.
“Don’t let yourself get overwhelmed,” Big Hill cautioned. “Lynne will be there to walk you through every step as you learn her role in the organization.”
Tinsley nodded, but her eyes were still a little glossy like she was trying to process all of the information she’d just received.
“We do all of these events, and we’ve never had an in-house event planner. We use a company, Golden Confetti. They’re good, but I would much rather see my granddaughter take the helm if planning events is something she loves and is good at.”
Tinsley’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious, Mr. Hill?”
“I’m serious. And we need to find you something to call me other than Mr. Hill. You comfortable calling me what my other grandchildren call me, Big Hill?”
She seemed to consider it. “Okay, but I don’t have any contacts or even know any vendors here. I don’t know the aesthetic. What if my . . . island vibes are too strong, and they don’t give the vibes that your attendees expect?’’
“According to Deneen, the senior representative from Golden Confetti, good design is good design. It’s universal.
” He shrugged his shoulders. “So you’ll spend more time with my daughter, your mother-in-law.
Passion always has ideas. Anyway, the events for this year have already been planned.
We’re always working a year out because that’s what’s best for us.
You would be expected to pick up for next year.
You’ll have the rest of this year to see what the current company does with the events.
You can ask Passion if she wants to keep it the same or change it up.
You two can work together to establish the .
. . I don’t know, look of the events in the Passion and Tinsley era. ”
She grinned. “Oh my goodness. I can’t even believe this is an option for me.”
“It’s definitely an option. And as far as contacts, trust me, we have vendors. I’ll have my secretary print you out a list of our preferred vendors so that you can begin building a rapport with them.”
“Okay,” she practically gushed.
“There is one thing.” He held up a finger.
“Okay,” she repeated.
“We’re gonna have you plan an event. We want to see your style and how you work.
It will also give you a chance to have a .
. . dry run before you take the reins of a multimillion-dollar foundation.
Lynne is thinking a sneaker ball—for Halloween.
We don’t usually do anything for Halloween, so this’ll be a first. Lynne plans to have an official meeting with you where she’ll discuss all of the particulars of the position.
She wanted me to talk to you first and make sure you’re even interested. ”
“I’m interested.”
My grandfather smiled. “Good. Good. Okay, expect to hear from Lynne.” He turned his attention to me. “Grandson, I hope you’re practicing with the forks, bro. Don’t get to this event and embarrass me.”
I chuckled. “I won’t.” My eyes darted over to Tinsley.
She’d been working with me on brushing up.
The problem was that she would usually pick up the proper fork and feed me a bite of food with it.
That, of course, would lead to us kissing, which led to us fucking, and really, nothing much would get accomplished.
“She taught me the golden rule, . . . always work from the outside in. I won’t embarrass you, old man. ”
“Fuck you, young buck.” He turned to my wife. “Forgive my indelicate language, granddaughter.”
“You’re forgiven.”