Page 29 of The Brooklyn Way

Brooklyn Way: Hey.

Me: Was your grandfather surprised to see you?

Brooklyn Way: He was. I saw tears in his eyes.

Me: Ay, what’d you do to me that has you on my mind like this.

Brooklyn Way: *Blushing emoji* I’m not sure. It’s raining here, so my panties have been wet since I landed.

Me: I hope it rains the day you get back.

I hesitated before I sent the next text. I didn’t want to offend her, but I knew I needed to say something.

Me: Last night was a lot of rain and bodily fluids mixing together. I nutted on your stomach countless times. The rain could’ve caused it to end up anywhere. You think you should pick up a Plan B?

Brooklyn Way: Never even thought about that. I’m on birth control. I have the patch.

Me: Good. South Carolina is rainy as hell during the summer. You’re gonna need it.

5

Brooklyn

My return flight deposited me on Jackson Island in the mid-afternoon, so I chose not to go to the community center to sew. Instead, I unpacked my lone suitcase, did laundry and chilled at the guest house.

When it was time for Carrington’s bridal boot camp, I dressed in the workout gear that I made in Fenwick. Big Red helped me put together a pair of shorts and a matching T-shirt.

The entire time we were sewing together she kept talking about the glow coming from me. I told her that it had to be from the fact that I was working out and sewing again. Big Red gave me a knowing side eye, which I acted like I didn’t notice. There was no way I was going to tell her that I had spent the night before I arrived getting sexed in the best way, by an NBA player with a hypnotic curve.

As I was headed toward the room where the bootcamp was held, I was unceremoniously pulled into an empty room by hands that had wrapped themselves around my waist. The person not only caught me off guard, they also pulled me a little harder than was probably necessary.

My body bounced off a human chest that was doing its best impression of a solid brick wall. “Uhmf!” I sputtered.

His chuckles sounded softly in my ear. “My bad.”

He was still behind me, still holding my body to his. I didn’t move a muscle.

“Hi, Cameron.” My tone was semi-sarcastic.

“What’s up, mama?” His hands moved up from my waist to cup each of my breasts. His fingers lightly manipulated my nipples, causing me to moan a little. His lips and then his tongue were both warm on my neck.

I wanted to push my ass into his groin area, but with the differences in our heights, the best I could’ve done was probably rub it against his thigh area. I didn’t bother. Instead, I placed my hands over his so he would know to keep massaging my breasts.

“You’re kinda freaky, mama. That’s not the read I got on you initially.”

“You mean all of those times that you didn’t notice me?” I deadpanned. “Yeah, it’s kind of hard to get a read on somebody who’s invisible to you.”

“Look,” he pinched my nipples, which made me squirm, “don’t blame me because you went out of your way to blend into the background.”

I pulled out of his embrace. “Whatever, sir.” I smoothed down my clothing. “We should go. I’m sure there are people waiting, wondering where the instructor is.”

“Just tell me you’re coming through to watch the sunset tonight.”

“I will, but you have to feed me. Last time you promised food and didn’t deliver.”

“You had me too busy delivering them death strokes.”

He wasn’t lying, but I wasn’t about to let him know that. I turned on my heel and left the room. I expected him to let me make it to the workout room, then wait a few minutes before he entered. That was not what happened. I walked into the workout room with Cameron basically on my heels. It felt like every eye in the room was on the two of us. Maybe I imagined it, but I definitely didn’t imagine the way that Tiara chick mean-mugged me.

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