Chapter 13 Hearts On Deck #3
“Nothing, chile. Mind your business.” Remi swatted her towel in his direction. “So, looks like things might be heading in a new direction with you and Heavy.”
“Mama, I want to see Heavy,” Harlee demanded.
“We’re going to see him at the shop after we eat, baby. There are some things we need to talk to you two about,” Giselle noted, locking eyes with Remi across the room.
“Good. I’m glad to hear it.” Remi removed her apron. “I left a plate for you in the microwave and cleaned up. I have to head to church. I’ll be praying for you. All that sinning you was doing last night.”
“Hmm, it was worth it too.” Giselle reached for a strawberry off Heir’s plate and smiled.
“I will see you babies later!” Remi stopped long enough to give them both a kiss to the cheek.
“Thanks for watching them, Auntie!” Giselle called after her.
“Any time!” Remi sang on her way out.
Giselle selected outfits for the twins and got them dressed and settled in the living room while she went to shower, brush her teeth, and handle her facial routine.
She chose a simple look for today with a green and white preppy style tennis dress and matching DKNY Juna lace up running sneakers.
The spring weather was kicking in, phasing them into summer slowly but surely.
She pulled her hair up at the top into a braided bun and left the back hanging in her natural curl pattern.
When she was done, she styled Harlee’s hair in a similar style and loaded the kids into her SUV for their drive.
When she arrived outside the shop, she spotted Heavy’s truck parked in front and shut her car off.
Just knowing she was coming to see him had her second guessing her look and everything for the day.
Heavy gave her high school sweetheart vibes, leaving her stomach full of butterflies.
He popped out through the front door; chiseled chest covered with an oil-stained wife beater with his navy jumper hanging off his waist. Even covered with grease, he was fine as shit.
She took a breath when he grinned in her direction and wiped his hands on a towel while stepping toward them.
Licking his lips, he canvassed her slowly when she hopped out and met up with him on the side of the car where Heir was seated.
There were even little specks of grease on his face, but she leaned in to kiss him anyway.
“I just wrapped up. I’m about to take a shower real quick. Horace and Toussaint in there, though.” He opened Heir’s door, and Giselle stepped up to help him out.
“Oh, good!” She lowered their son to the ground, and he took off running toward the entrance door.
Giselle climbed into the car and unlocked Harlee’s seat and picked her up. She immediately held her hands out for Heavy, not giving one care in the world that he was covered in dirt. The three of them strolled into the shop together, and the first thing Giselle noticed was that nothing had changed.
“I feel like I traveled back in time,” she jested, eyes skimming the lobby and rusted check in desk ahead. “This place looks exactly the same.”
“About that… how do you feel like taking on a project when you get time away from Elmo’s?” Heavy probed.
“What do you mean? This place?”
“Yeah. Come up with a budget and a concept for me. I’m looking to do something for both shops.”
“Really?” Giselle simpered, pleasantly surprised.
“This place old as Horace. It definitely needs some updates.”
“I heard that.” His grandfather emerged from the office with a hoagie sandwich in one hand and a bag of chips in the other.
Behind him, Heir walked out with half a sandwich and a bag of chips as well.
“Heir, you just ate.” Giselle playfully scolded him.
“That boy got an appetite like his daddy. Did Heavy tell you he used to be fat?” Horace quipped, popping a potato chip in his mouth.
Giselle tried to hide her laugh and glanced toward Heavy, who was grilling the shit out of his grandfather. Smiling wide, she stepped closer and placed a hand against his chest before standing on her toes and kissing his cheek.
“It’s alright, baby. I saw that picture. You were still cute.”
“Heavy’s our daddy?” Heir spoke up, held tilted to the side, ignoring the present conversation and going back to Horace’s statement.
Both Giselle and Heavy froze, and Harlee’s head damn near fell off she turned to him so fast in his arms.
“He is?” Her eyes grew as wide as two saucers.
“What about Daddy Lonzo?” Heir questioned.
“He was mean and never played with us.” Harlee pouted. “I love Heavy!” She mushed her little cheek against his face and gave him a squeeze.
“From the mouths of babes.” Horace recited, taking a bite of his hoagie.
“Well, that conversation went a hell of a lot easier than I thought it would.” Giselle giggled.
“I gotta go get cleaned up. Give me a few minutes.” Heavy set Harlee on the ground.
When he bypassed Heir, he reached down to tickle him since he had his hands full before strolling into the office so he could get himself together.
“Oh, what this woman want now?” Horace grumbled when his cell phone started to ring.
He swiped to answer and put her on speaker.
“Woman why are you harassing me? I know I look good—”
“Not that damn good!” Petal argued. “Did Giselle make it there yet? Did they tell the kids?”
“These kids too smart for they own damn good. That little boy told us Heavy was his daddy, and his other half agreed,” Horace spoke while chewing.
“It’s like Heavy and Henna all over again. Lawd.” Petal laughed on the other side of the phone. “Well, I just finished making all this food. Tell them I want them here for dinner in two hours.”
“Okay, sweet thang.”
“Bite me, Horace.”
“Oh, you know where I like to bite.” He took a seat in the waiting area in one of the chairs and propped his foot on the table.
“What I tell you about getting fresh like that in front of company, old man?” Toussaint came from the garage, also in one of those blue monkey suits with an oil-stained towel in his hand.
“Hold on, baby. The lil’ mufucka I shot out my nut sack in here trying to tell me how to talk to my woman again.” Horace held the phone close to his mouth but looked at Toussaint the whole time, his thick salt and pepper brows bunched together.
Giselle couldn’t help but laugh at their interaction. It reminded her of her own colorful family. Never a dull moment.
“Hello, Giselle.” Toussaint stopped to kiss her cheek. “And how are you two doing?”
“Good!” The twins squealed, climbing up into the chairs on either side of Horace.
“We’ll see you soon baby cakes.” Horace ended the call and set the phone in his lap.
Giselle moved around the lobby, taking note of everything and trying to put together a design that didn’t really change the ambiance of the shop.
Something classic but still vintage like the different clippings on the walls.
Leaving the kids up front with Toussaint and Horace, she traveled the hallway until she reached the door to Heavy’s office.
The shower had just cut off when she stepped inside, and he propped the bathroom door open.
Nothing but a towel was tied around his waist, and she admired every muscle and flex in his arms as he used a separate towel to dry his curls.
Leaning against the edge of the desk, Giselle propped her hands on each side of her and nipped at her bottom lip as a puddle gathered in her panties.
Sensing her presence, Heavy turned, a heart-stuttering grin softening his normally grumpy expression.
“You in here trying to start some shit, princess?”
“Maybe. The kids are occupied.” She crossed one leg over the other, and he admired them in her short dress.
Heavy moved to the door to his office and closed and locked it before facing her.
Sliding the towel from around his body, his semi hard dick greeted her between his muscular legs.
Joining her near his desk, he picked her up with ease and lifted her to the top.
Parting her thighs with his frame, Heavy kissed along her neck and found his way to her plush mouth.
Smothering him with a passionate kiss, Giselle threw her arms around his neck and drew him closer.
His hands stroked her back before drifting to her ass and giving it a squeeze.
“Mmm.” She moaned when their tongues began a nasty dance.
He stepped back and lowered himself between her thighs, inhaling her scent before tasting her with a slow lick.
Giselle’s breathing hitched, unprepared for the pleasure as he feasted on her like he’d been starving for days.
Heavy hummed and moaned into her sweetness, all the while, licking and flicking his tongue until the pressure in her middle became too much.
“Shit! I’mma cum!” she hissed as her back hit his desk.
Her sticky sauce dripped over his tongue, and Heavy lapped up every drop before coming up for air. Grabbing the tip of his dick, he buried himself inch by inch inside her until he reached the bottom.
“This shit mine, princess. Only fucking mine,” he growled, gripping her thighs and leaving himself throbbing inside her as his body burst into a thousand spasms.
With her legs in the hook of his arms, he plowed into her slowly, his gaze holding her captive. His next stroke glided over that spot, and her walls collapsed when she came for him.
“Give me all that shit!” His stroke was long and deep. “Just like that,” he coaxed, continuing to slide in and out of her. “Shit wet as fuck!” He grunted, passion gushing up his spine as the entire room spun.
Pleasure pooled in his balls, and he growled cavernously at the ferocity of the gratification ripping through him.
A dangerous slash of desire tightened his gut, and Heavy dumped his seeds inside her with no remorse.
Giselle’s stomach was sucked in like an empty Capri Sun, and Heavy caressed her breasts, flicking his thumb over her erect nipple poking through her dress and kissing her.
He didn’t just fuck her, he listened to her body and took note of how it responded to every touch.
Giselle was a playground, and he wanted to get familiar with all the ways to please her.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
“Wrap that up in there! It’s babies out here!” Toussaint shouted.
“Shit, they probably just made another one,” Horace chimed in.
Heavy and Giselle fell over laughing. He managed to slip out of her and set her back on the desk gently.
His supple lips brushed against hers once again, before retreating.
She used a wet wipe from the bag she’d packed for the kids to clean herself up, and he dipped back into the shower briefly to rinse himself again before getting dressed.
When he emerged into his shop, his client had also arrived to pick up his car.
Yansa Carter and his wife, Jinja, were chatting it up with Toussaint and Horace. Giselle and Jin discussed the décor and bounced ideas back and forth while Heir and Harlee ran around, chasing each other and squealing with laughter.
“Heavy, the car is legit,” Yak complimented, dapping him up and giving a half shoulder embrace. “Worth the drive to pick it up and every dime I put into it.”
“No doubt. Glad I was able to hook you up.”
“My wife found somebody else to talk to about furniture and décor and who understands all that lingo.” Yak aimed a finger at Giselle and Jin in deep conversation about patterns and different stores they found to shop at.
By the end of the conversation, they exchanged numbers, and Jin told her to call her any time.
“You did not tell me you knew Jin Carter!” Giselle swatted his arm once they were gone.
“I fuck with her husband. Yak is cool people.”
“And she is one of the most talented designers I know. I can’t believe we talked as if we’d known each other forever. She said she would even look at some of my work. I need to get a portfolio together.”
“You do. Make this place a part of it. I got something I want to show you later too.” Heavy slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him.
“A surprise for me?” she asked, eyes sparkling as she lifted her brows. “I didn’t realize you were that sweet.”
“I serve you, princess. Nobody else.” Heavy cuffed her chin and stole a kiss. “Get the kids. I’ll drive us over to Petal’s.”