Page 32 of Same Girl
“Come here, girl,” he growled, grabbing me and pulling me on top of him.
I grabbed a condom from the drawer and jerked his sweats down before I covered him. When I settled onto Fyve, he gripped my hips and thrust powerfully into me before he flipped me onto my belly and fucked me rough and hard from behind. I loved everything about the way we were together. I wouldn’t change a thing about him.
The Girl Is Mine
I had decidedto let Fyve and Mya have a night together alone after I left the shop last night. I had an intricate tattoo to do on a breast cancer survivor. She had had a mastectomy, and we had been working on a beautiful work of art for her the last month. Last night, I was so close to finishing it that I didn’t want to stop until it was completed. It was midnight when she climbed off my table.
Tired with a sore neck and aching back and arm muscles, I headed straight home and fell face first into bed. I slept good and hard. My alarm clock went off shortly after nine.
I made a quick call to Mya because I had missed a call from her earlier. She hadn’t received my text until this morning, stating that I wouldn’t be able to make it. I promised her that I would swing by when I left the shop tonight. She promised that it would be just the two of us, and I looked forward to that. I needed to know where her head was, especially considering we hadn’t discussed marriage again.
I had beelined to her house after leaving my tattoo shop at five. She had prepared tacos for our dinner, and we feasted while watching one of her favorite TV shows,Sweet Magnolias.
“I always thought that I would have a love like that,” she stated, pointing at Dana Sue and Ronnie on the screen.
“Do you regret that you don’t?” I asked, concern rising at her words.
She tossed a glance up at me. Mya sat between my legs with her chest pressed against my back. She reached up and pulled her fingers through my beard before she tugged slightly until I bent down and kissed her.
When I came up for air, she smirked. “Hell no,” she replied, answering my question.
“Good.”
“I love what we have, Chosen, but I love even more what we have with Fyve. I don’t regret the dynamic of it. In fact, I’m glad that the two of you discovered that you were both loving and being loved by the same girl. I was afraid to tell one or the other about each other, and I damn sure didn’t have the heart to ask for this—you two sharing me.”
“Is this what you wanted all along?”
“No. I didn’t even dream about this as a possibility. Not at first. It came in time after you two knew about each other, and I knew that I could never give either of you up.”
She clasped our fingers together. “I haven’t forgotten about your proposal either. I still have your ring.”
“I know. You still wear it,” I remarked, pulling our clasped hands up to my lips to kiss her knuckle, bringing awareness to the fact that she wasn’t wearing it now.
“Except for when I’m cooking and cleaning.” She answered my unspoken question.
“Mm.”
“I’m trying to navigate this current relationship. That doesn’t mean I’ve changed my answer to no. It simply means that I need to figure out what that looks like in our future. I absolutely want to marry you, Chosen, but I want to give you everything you need with that, and I need to make sure that Fyve isn’t lacking anything.”
“How will your family feel about all this?”
She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. I pressed a hand against her chest and closed my eyes as I felt her heartbeat. A small smile tipped my lips, recognizing that our heartbeats were in sync.
“They’re not going to be happy. I haven’t shared it with them yet, because I know they won’t understand. The only one who might be accepting of it is Santerica. My parents adore you, and they have never met Fyve. As much as I loved him, I never thought he took me seriously enough to have a future with, so I didn’t introduce him to them. I always thought he had multiple women in Atlanta that maybe he hid from me.”
“What made you think that? Did you see any signs?”
“No. I just recalled how he was in high school.”
“People change.”
“They do. What about you?”
“You’ve met my family. You know that my dad just wants me to be happy. He knows that you don’t always find that in traditional relationships, and he doesn’t judge me. He is expecting us to be married since I talked to him before I proposed. But he knows that ever since I lost my mom, I’ve justbeen trying to find that love again. Now I realize that I never will.”
“No, you won’t. A mother’s love is very unique and incomparable. All you can do is find a woman who loves you unconditionally and builds you the way your mother did.”
“I’ve got her right here,” I murmured, squeezing her in my embrace.
