Page 3 of Tell Me You Love Me Again

“You know what you’re looking at?” I heard a deep voice come from behind me and immediately turned around to see who it was. When I did, my words got stuck inside of my throat. It was a good thing they did, because this man was fine as all hell, and I was getting ready to curse him the hell out. He stood every bit of six feet. Maybe a few inches taller. His smooth caramel skin was littered with tattoos, giving off a bad boy persona that I had a weakness for. His hair was in one of those cuts where the guys used those sponges to maintain it. He didn’t have much facial hair, but that was fine. He didn’t need it. Instead of spewing the smart comeback that was on the tip of my tongue, I refrained, deciding on a lighter approach.

“Uh…not really. It’s been running hot lately, so I was looking for a place to put some coolant. My father showed me, but all these damn knobs look the same,” I replied.

“You mind if I take a look at it for you?” He offered.

“Uh…sure.” I stepped to the side and watched as he looked underneath the hood. I knew I shouldn’t have been lusting after this stranger, but I couldn’t help it. The way his muscles were flexing underneath his white t-shirt should’ve been a crime. I was so lost in this man that when he starting speaking again, it startled me.

“It looks like you have a minor leak. That’s an easy fix. I’ll go inside and get some coolant for the time being. That should help you follow me to the auto parts store, where I can get some sealant to patch that up for you.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can just call my dad,” I mentioned.

“Don’t worry about all of that. It’ll be my good deed for the day. Besides, I couldn’t resist helping a damsel in distress. Especially one as fine as you.” He flashed his perfect smile, and I melted instantly. Nodding ‘okay’, he swaggered into the store and purchased that high ass coolant before coming back outside with it in tow. Before stopping at my car, he went to his truck and retrieved a towel out of the back before he came back over. I watched intensely as he leaned over my hood and used the towel to unscrew what I naturally assumed was the right place for the coolant to go. After pouring a generous amount in, he tightened the cap back and put the hood down.

“That should get you to the auto part store. The nearest one is about ten minutes from here. Follow me and I’ll take care of the rest.”

That was the five years ago and the beginning of our forever. We dated for two years and during that time; I learned that he’d just gotten out of prison a year prior and starting working withhis father and brother at his father’s transportation company. Around our third year, we got married and he and his brother, Gary, opened their own company. That’s where all of his time went. He took excellent care of me, but I guess the woman in me yearns for more.

Shaking the negative thoughts out of my head, I got to the store and purchased everything I needed to make Gabe’s favorite meal. Honey-glazed lamb chops, with homemade garlic mashed potatoes, garlic roasted green beans and honey biscuits. I knew he would appreciate it after eating fast food for the last three weeks. I made a quick stop on the wine aisle and got my favorite bottle of Stella Rosa. Gabe always kept a stash of Remy at the house, so I would chill a bottle of that for him.

Once I checked out, I headed straight home to straighten up the house and get ready for tonight. Gabe already informed me he would be home around seven, so it was now five-thirty, leaving me just the right amount of time to soak in a nice bath before getting ready for our night.

It was exactly seven-fifteen when I heard the front door open. I had just finished setting up the dining room table when I heard him call my name.

“Snook,” his deep tenor called out. Instead of responding, I hopped on the island and waited for him to come and find me. I knew the scent of cooked food would lead him straight to me. When he came into view, his mouth hung open and he dropped the bag that he was holding.

“Damn,” he mumbled, admiring the burgundy two-piece lingerie set that I had on. I even went the extra mile and put on the garters and fish nets with a pair of black stilettos.

“Welcome home, Daddy,” I purred, motioning for him to come to me.

As soon as he was within my reach, he grabbed the front of my neck and kissed me roughly, yet passionately. The seat of my panties instantly soaked, but I wanted him to eat first.

“Come, take a shower with me,” he insisted, picking me up.

“No,” I whined, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “It’ll ruin it. I want us to eat first. You go ahead. I’ll be right here.” Grabbing his crotch, he squinted my way before conceding.

“Give me fifteen minutes.” He kissed my lips once more before he hauled it upstairs for his shower. While he did that, I took the opportunity to text Quita.

Me: Operation Save My Marriage is in full effect.

I wasn’t expecting her to text right back, but she did.

Quita: Well why are you txtn me?

Me: He’s in the shower…I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

Quita: K.

I placed my phone back on the counter and poured myself another glass of wine. I already had my first one to knock the edge off. I was so close to saying fuck this food because my husband was too fine walking in here, but I hadn’t eaten anything since earlier, so I was starving, plus I wanted him to be nice and full.

I was so lost in my thoughts; I didn’t notice Gabe had rejoined me until he leaned down and kissed my neck and took the opportunity to grab my breasts.

“It smells good in here, Snook. Smells like you fixed my favorite.”

“I did. You’ve been gone for three whole weeks. I wanted your return to be special,” I countered.

“Coming home to you is always special, Snook. Knowing you always go the extra mile will always be special to me.” He kissed my lips once again before taking his seat opposite of me.

We ate our dinner with light conversation here and there. As much as I wanted to ask him about this getaway, I wanted to feel him inside of me even more. When I saw him finish his second glass of Remy, I slid my chair back and went over to straddle his lap.

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