Page 22 of Tempted to Love You
“You’re the only person I intentionally wooed. Your family needed to see that the man holding your heart is capable of existing without you holding his hand. Your aunts drained me, though. How do they have so much energy? I feel like I need to sleep for the next week just to replenish what I expelled with them.”
Giggles escaped my mouth because my aunt definitely had Rakai hopping while they took turns dancing with him. I enjoyed seeing Rakai effortlessly slow dance with each of them, but it tickles me to hear that Rakai was struggling to keep up.
“My mom and my aunts all go to Zumba and line dancing every week. Why do you think I left you to deal with them? I’ve learned a long time ago not to get roped into their shenanigans.”
“Wow. That’s cold. You set me up, mama.” Rakai sounds so hurt, which causes me to giggle again as merriment dances in my heart.
“Like a fat kid in a candy store,” I tease.
“Damn.”
Rakai
Several Weeks Later …
Finding out that Latia had the day off, I called off work for the first time since I’ve been working for the organization. What’s crazy is that I have a ton of vacation and sick time but haven’t had a reason to use either. Having the opportunity to spend the day with my lady warrants a fake illness. I even slept at Latia’s place last night, and waking up with her in my arms as her bonnet shifted from her head was amazing. I slept like a titty-fed newborn after six ounces of milk.
It was the best sleep I’ve ever had, which caused a craving for more nights like it in my future. However, our future nights will be in my house, where we have room to grow. I also understand why my grandparents left their house to me because having Latia in my life has me dreaming of babies and a miniature pincher running around the expansive house. For years, my grandparents have only felt like a house since their passing, but dating Latia makes me anxious for the feeling of home.
“Are those bags too heavy? I don’t mind carrying some,” Latia questions, shifting my focus to the present.
With our future in mind, I convinced Latia to come to the mall with me so I could get a few things. I didn’t need anythingbut her perspective on ring options, and the best way to subtly get her opinion is while passing the various jewelry stores in this mall.
“No. I’m good. If these bags get to be too much, I’ll just make a trip to the car. You won’t be carrying anything but that weapon you call a purse.”
Latia giggles, causing warmth to dance across my chest like a ballerina, and a smile forms on my lips.
“It’s not a weap?—”
“That thing is heavy, and I swear you have a brick in it.”
“Well, you can never be too?—”
“Humph. Fancy seeing you strolling in here.” A voice I would love to forget cuts off Latia’s statement while halting our forward progress.
“Last I checked, I’m grown, and restrictions aren’t something?—”
“That’s cute, considering where you’ve been. Anyway, can we?—”
“Excuse me,” Latia snaps in an around-the-way tone that has my dick thickening because I didn’t know she had it in her.
“Oh, trust me. I understand the need for being territorial. I spent years sucking and fucking Rakai. My name is Ti?—”
Latia releases my hand before removing the space between her and Tiana, causing me to jump into action. Pulling Latia back, I stand between them because I refuse to allow Tiana to shift Latia’s crown.
“I’m sure telling the current woman in your ex’s life about what he did to you is cute, but sweetheart, all it shows is your desperation. I’m not gonna argue or fight with you because while you’re home alone rubbing your feet together, Rakai will be drinking my cum like water.”
Tiana’s mouth opens and closes like a fish.
Latia grabs my bicep and leads us around Tiana without another word. My dick is tapping against my underwear, begging me to let him give Latia a prize for shutting Tiana up.
“Are you ready for lunch? I’m starving.”
As we continue walking, a goofy grin slides into place at Latia’s calm voice, and my heart leaps in my chest. Upon seeing a jewelry store on the left, and with renewed dedication, I ask my own question.
“Let’s get you squared away. I saw an oval-shaped ring on your dresser. Is that your preference?”
Two Weeks Later…
