Page 44 of Sparks Will Fly

“Can I fuck you from the back now?”

She nodded with a bite of her lips. “I thought you would never ask.”

In a matter of seconds, I had those shorts down and her riding me reverse cowgirl. As I laid back watching her ass bounce against my thighs while her pussy placed me in a death grip, all I could think about was how lucky I was. Who would’ve thought a little boy from the slums would find a love as satisfying as this one after so much abandonment and hurt? I knew if shit could get better for me, they could get better for anyone.

A Few Months Later…

Pulling off some cotton candy, I stuffed it into my mouth shamelessly. Joy swept through me when the sugar melted on my tongue. April and Porter were currently on the stage performing a dance routine I’d helped them with for the talent show. I felt so proud of them for getting out of their comfort zones.

Being the owner of my own refugee spot for young boys and girls who looked like me was so rewarding. I was watching them all grow in another way, becoming more involved as more money was poured into our resources. I still shed tears every day when I showed up to our new and improved community youth center, Good Trouble.

Romani poured so much money into this place he was still trying to convince me that he saw it as an investment not only in me but the children. We’d been able to offer so many things from improv classes to knitting, a robotics clinic, and classes about finance and entrepreneurship. It brought me true joy to be able to start back up the cooking classes too. The kids were showing up faithfully, which only made me want to go harder.

My latest focus was working on scholarships for my babies that were going off to college. I was determined not to have it fully funded by my man, so a lot of time was going into applying for grants. I hadn’t realized how much money would be out there for us now that we were a non-profit organization. Everything I was giving to make this place flourish was worth all the late nights and early mornings, especially when I got to wake up next to a man who made my heart race every single time I saw him.

“Ms. Lovie! How did we do?” April and Porter rushed up to me at lightning speed.

I could tell they were amped up with confidence and excitement from having stuck to their commitment. They’d expressed nervousness before the performance, but once that music came on, I couldn’t even tell.

I held up my hands for high fives. “Y’all killed it. I am so proud.”

The smiles on their faces had me pulling them in for hugs. When I released them, April grabbed my hand and began pulling me away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked immediately, going into protector mode.

“Nothing. I want to show you something. It’s to thank you for all you do for us.”

My bottom lip poked out as I tried not to turn into a water bag, but her words were just too sweet.

She stopped us right in front of the stage. Out of nowhere, the lights fell. A spotlight landed on Bruce, Marcel, and Tootsie on the stage. The melody of Rome’s “I Belong to You” began to play. They started lip-syncing the background adlibs before another spotlight appeared on the other side of the stage. Romani stood there in a classic 90’s outfit that made him look sexier than ever before.

I was glued in place as my man serenaded me along with the teenagers. The tears I was trying to hold in instantly began to fall. I had no idea he was participating in the talent show. I couldn’t be surprised though. Romani was good at keeping secrets then popping out with something that made me feel special, seen, and loved.

My heart beat in triple time when he walked down the stage to stand in front of me. When I say this man put on a show, I meant just that. I was thoroughly impressed because he was always so reserved and calculating. It was refreshing to see him be vulnerable publicly like this. His performance solidified his place in my life. I was doing life with him. There was no other option that would ever compare to the man God blessed me with.

He placed a rose in my hand as the song came to an end. I wiped away my tears as I giggled uncontrollably.

“Romani, that was so romantic. I should punch you for making me cry like this.”

He leaned down, kissing my cheeks. I knew he tasted my salty tears but didn’t care.

“I’m happy you liked it. I wanted to do something special for you so you know I’m proud of you. I love you.”

I melted when he kissed the tip of my nose. Taking his hand in mine, I figured now was the perfect time to do something special for him in return.

“Let’s go take pictures in the booth while it’s empty,” I suggested.

He was game as expected. I took his hand and led the way. He tossed an arm over my shoulder and tucked me underneath him like he tended to do. I didn’t mind. It felt like I had my own personal guard anytime we were together.

When we got to the photo booth, he slid in first then I climbed in to sit on his lap. I used the touchscreen display to choose a photo frame then started the timer. I was so at peace and relaxed when his arms wrapped around me.

The first picture was of us staring at each other in awe. We ended up falling into a trance that led to a make-out session that left me panting. I laughed with a shake of my head.

“Now, we have to do it again.”

He was okay with it as expected. This time, I directed the poses for our photos. There was one photo in particular where I told him to close his eyes while I held up a surprise. He helped me out once we were done. Nerves tickled the soles of my feet, causing me to shuffle from foot to foot while I waited for him to grab the photos from the printer.

I watched him pause midstep. I knew he’d seen my note. Patiently I waited for him to process the news. When he glanced up at me, he had tears running down his cheeks. In quick strides, he closed the distance between us. I squealed when he scooped me up and spun me in a circle.

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