Chapter Tariq “Reek” Horton
TARIQ “REEK” HORTON
I knew reassurance wasn’t enough for Ava. She needed romance from me, not just help with Cairo. She needed to feel like I still saw her as my woman, the one I was in love with, the one I still had a crush on.
I had read enough over the last few weeks to know how emotional women could get after giving birth. So instead of just telling Ava she was beautiful, I made some calls so I could show her.
First, I called Rhythm because she had been offering to help with Cairo.
She got there in twenty minutes. After that, I went downstairs and found management.
Ava lived in one of those upscale buildings that came with every amenity in the world, including a lounge upstairs for residents with plush furniture, big-screen TV, speakers built into the walls, a kitchen area, pool table, and fireplace.
I told management I was renting it out for the night, then I called a chef I knew and told him exactly what I needed; good food and a romantic setting.
When Ava stepped out of the bedroom, all I could do was stare.
The fit was sexy but mature, with tan pants and that brown corset showing off just enough to make a nigga lose focus, but it was really her face that finished me off.
Her skin was glowing, her hair fell around her shoulders in soft waves, and her features were so pretty it almost did not make sense.
She looked like the kind of woman a man would ruin his whole life over.
Her body had changed, but none of that took a damn thing away from her.
If anything, it did the opposite. She looked thicker and more woman than ever.
She caught the way I was looking at her and blushed. “What?”
I walked over to her and took her hands in mine. “BB, you look beautiful.” I kissed her temple. “You look good as hell.”
That made her smile the way I wanted.
I led Ava upstairs and the second we stepped into the lounge, she gasped.
The lights were turned down low. Candles were lit around the room and on the table. Some slow R&B played low through the speakers.
“You did this for me?” she gushed.
I chuckled. “Nah. For the other woman I got hidden somewhere in the back.”
She cut her eyes at me, but I caught that little smile coming through anyway.
The chef brought our plates out a minute later, and I pulled her chair out for her before sitting across from her.
The food looked as good as it smelled too.
I had steak, and she had salmon because I knew she would probably want something lighter.
The chef plated it with garlic mashed potatoes, asparagus, rolls, and a salad.
We took our time eating, talking and laughing. The whole time, I kept finding myself stuck looking at her. This was the first time in days I had her to myself.
She caught me staring again halfway through dinner and set her fork down. “What are you looking at?”
“You.”
Her cheeks went a little pink. “Why?”
I leaned back in my chair and answered honestly. “Because I ain’t had you to myself in days.”
She looked down at her plate and smiled to herself before looking back up at me. “You’re being real sweet tonight. I like it.”
“Good.”
“And you look so good. I hate I have to wait five more weeks to feel that dick.”
My dick jumped so fast, I had to gnaw on my bottom lip.
I had on an all-black, tailored fit. My button-down was fitted across my chest and arms, with a few buttons open at the top so my chain and a little of my tattoos showed.
My slacks were tapered right over my black dress shoes.
My watch sat heavy on my wrist and the diamond caught the light every time my arm moved.
When we finished eating and the chef cleared out, I got up, walked over, and pulled her out of her chair and into my lap on the couch. She settled against me like her body already knew where it belonged.
I kissed her slow. It was a long, deep kiss that let her feel everything I meant without me having to say it. She kissed me back with both hands on my shoulders, and when I pulled back, I kept my forehead against hers for a second.
“I miss you,” I told her.
She smiled a little. “I’m right here.”
“I know.” I brushed my thumb over her jaw. “I still miss you when you’re right there.”
She turned her head slightly and blushed into her shoulder.
“I’m going to remind you every chance I get that you’re still that woman.”
Her eyes searched mine. “What woman?”
I smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth. “BB.”
She laughed softly. “You are really committed to that nickname.”
“Bad Bitch fits you.”
She shook her head, smiling now. “You are so crazy.”
“Maybe.” I let my hand slide over her waist and settle there while I looked at her in the candlelight. “I just want you to know that I still see you.”
Touched, she got quiet. So, I kissed her again, slower this time. Then I just held her, realizing I was loving the quiet domestic parts of this life as much as I loved her and Cairo, definitely more than I ever thought I would.
“I love you,” I professed. It had taken some practice, but it was getting easier and easier to say it.
Now, it just flowed off my tongue. “I love hearing you hum under your breath when you’re half-asleep trying to soothe Cairo.
I love how you check on him every five minutes even when he’s dead asleep and perfectly fine.
I love how you still look beautiful standing in the kitchen with your bonnet crooked and one of my T-shirts hanging off your shoulder while you warm his milk.
I used to think regular shit like this would suffocate me, but with you, it doesn’t. ”
She replied by kissing me, soft and slow, like she felt every word.
None of this felt like a trap anymore. It felt like peace I was finally man enough to accept.
Then her hands moved to my belt, fingers working the buckle.
I stilled, watching. "What are you doing?"
She looked up with mischievous eyes. "You don't have to wait five weeks to cum just because I do."
Before I could respond, she unzipped me, tugging my pants and boxers down just enough. My dick sprang free, already painfully hard.
Her gaze heated as she wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking it, "Let me take care of you."
As Ava leaned in, her lips parted to take the head into her warm mouth.
She sucked slowly, tongue swirling the underside, tracing the vein.
I groaned, hand tangling in her hair, just holding it.
She bobbed deeper, causing her cheeks to hollow.
Saliva dripped down my shaft as she worked more in.
Her hand pumped what she couldn't swallow, twisting gently.
Her throat relaxed to take me in and hummed vibrations that shot straight to my balls.
"Fuck, BB... That's immaculate," I rasped.
She glanced up with watery eyes. She locked them on me as she sucked harder, tongue flicking the slit to lap pre-cum. She fondled my balls, rolling them softly, then deep-throated as much as she could, gagging sweetly.
She made love to my dick until I felt the pleasure about to explode.
"Fuck, I love this mouth."
After three sexy, R&B songs, she moaned around me, and the vibration undid me. I came with a grunt, dick pulsing, thick streams of cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed every drop, milking me dry with her lips and hand until I softened.
She tucked me away, licking her lips clean, before rising and straddling my lap.
Our foreheads touched as she boasted, "Now you know who you belong to too."
Now lifeless and drained, I could only murmur, "Always yours.”