Page 40 of Counting His heartbeats

"We don't do take backs over here, so stand on it, Tigress." Putting the gear in drive, I back out of the parking spot so I could take us home.

Home... the place that now feels like a sanctuary and the dwelling I no longer have a reason to run from with Zurmani in my life.

Bzz. Bzz.

The vibrating coming from my phone has my eyes slowly opening before dropping to the body wrapped around me like an anaconda instantly bringing a smile to my face. Gingerly, I shift my body to retrieve my phone from the table without disturbing Zurmani's peaceful slumber. Thankfully, Zurmani only tightens her hold on my waist, which almost prevents me from grabbing the device but she doesn't wake up.

Kyce:

This is your friendly bro-call. Rise and shine, little, brown-eyed boy.

Kayshon:

You have ten minutes to walk through the door, or I'm coming to violate your peace.

Me:

Gotta wake the missus, and then we'll head that way.

Locking the phone, I gently shake Zurmani to wake her up despite wanting to stay where we are a little longer. Stretching out on the couch in my basement before Zurmani laid beside me, draping her arm on my body, had been like taking melatonin. Sleep found me quickly and gave me the most tranquil rest I've ever had to date.

"Mm," Zurmani moans when I shake her again, causing a low chuckle to escape my mouth.

"Come on, sleeping beauty. We gotta head to dinner, or my people are gonna prevent us from resting."

Zurmani lifts her head with a slack expression, and her eyes appear dazed, causing me to smirk from the frown on her lips.

"I'm tired, Jawaan," Zurmani whines before lifting her body and stretching.

Her movement causes her leg to bump into my dick instantly, causing it to twitch, and a grimace fills my expression. I have been trying to be a gentleman by not crossing any bounds with Zurmani. However, my lack of sex has my dick quickly standing at attention, ready to find out how many strokes it takes to get Zurmani's honeypot to pop.

"Come on, before I give us another reason to need a nap." Tapping Zurmani's thigh, I wait for her to stand before getting vertical.

"For the record, I'm not opposed to that," Zurmani purrs in a sultry voice, causing me to drop my head.

Now, she wants to show signs of being a vixen. Ugh.

"You trying to seduce me fresh outta church is nasty work, Tigress," I say, taking her hand and walking toward the steps while I still have the decency to do so.

He's a forgiving God, so you should bend Zurmani over these steps and let her know what you're working with.

Ignoring the statement from my conscience, I clench my jaw while ascending the steps and breathing a sigh once I reach the main floor.

"Come on, Cleo. I'm sure your sisters want to see you," I say before hearing dog chains rattling, letting me know Cleo is running.

"Jesus," Zurmani whispers when Cleo comes charging around the corner where the den and her kennel are.

"Sit," I sternly order before Cleo drops onto her hunches, waiting for my next command. "Extend your hand so she can smell you, love," I tell Zurmani.

"If she bites me, I'm kicking your butt, Jawaan," Zurmani warns, slowly doing what I said.

"Come be nice to your mama, Cleo."

Cleo looks from me to Zurmani before lifting her nose in the air without moving, then turns her head away from Zurmani.

"Wow. See, this is exactly why Jalil will be coming home with me. I ain't got time for a hormonal dog. Come on, I'm ready to meet the rest of your family. Hopefully, they don't act like she is, or this will get ugly fast." Zurmani rolls her eyes before turning toward the door and walking out once she unlocks it.

"Dang. You're gonna have to chill, Cleo. You're not the woman of the house anymore. Dang."

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