Page 30 of Keeping Busy
She stretched, going up on her tip-toes, and giving me a look at the definition in her calves. I shook my head in appreciation.
“You’ve got some sexy legs, Mecca.”
“Are you a leg guy?” There was a wicked gleam in her pretty brown eyes.
“I think I’m a “Mecca” guy.”
She chuckled as she pushed me lightly on the forearm. “Stop playing, Busy.”
I caught her by the wrist and pulled her lithe body to mine. “Ain’t nobody playing.”
She looked up at me, curiosity filling her expressive eyes as they bounced between my eyes and my mouth.
“We gotta dilemma.”
“What’s that?” She whispered breathily.
“I wanna kiss you right now, but…”
I didn’t get to finish my thought, because Mecca reached up, wrapped her hands around the back of my head and pulled me down until our lips were touching. At first contact, I knew I needed more. I swept my tongue into her mouth, intertwining it with hers. While my tongue explored hers, my hands found her perfect ass and cupped it bringing her body even closer to mine. I deepened the kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth, my grip on her ass so possessive that I lifted her off of her feet. She wrapped her sexy, powerful legs around my waist and kissed me passionately until the need for oxygen overtook the desire to connect with one another.
She rested her head on my shoulder, panting lightly. “Uhm, your grandmother is probably doing the Holy Ghost two-step right now.”
“Probably.” I chuckled, setting her down on her feet. I stared down at her. “How did I ever manage to avoid you?” I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but apparently, my mouth didn’t get the memo.
“I don’t know.”
“Me either.”Stop staring at her like a fucking creep. I chastised myself. “Uhm, so I’ll call you around 4:30 when Heavy and I are downstairs.”
“Okay.”
I followed her to the front door, where she turned around to face me, placed her open hand against my chest and gave me a smile. “See you tomorrow, Busy.”
I couldn’t stop myself from bending down and placing a gentle kiss on her pouty lips. “Later, Pudding.”
Mecca
By the time I got Busy’s big, sexy ass out of my condo, I had so much repressed energy that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I tried sitting down on the couch, but I couldn’t shut my mind down. Finally, I broke down and pulled out my phone. There were a gang of women in my family. I mean, not only did I have my mama; her four sisters, and her two sisters-in-law; I also had ten first cousins who were female; and a younger sister. I could call any of them, and get advice, encouragement, love, wisdom or understanding. But there was really only one person whose counsel I wanted on the Maddox Mayhew situation, so I Facetimed her.
Her pretty face appeared on my screen. “Hey MeMe. What’s up?” She whispered. It was after midnight. I knew it was probably too late to be calling her, but I needed to talk, and it was either her, or my mother. And I definitely didn’t want to have to talk to Janaye Goode about wanting to get with Maddox Mayhew.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Who is that?” I heard her husband’s sleepy voice ask.
“It’s MeMe.”
“What’s up, Mecca?”
“Hey Nasir.”
“Let me go in the closet.” She said, as she climbed out of bed.
“Don’t be gone all night.” Nasir told her.
“I won’t.”
I was quiet as I watched her move through her oversized master bedroom, and into her outrageous walk-in closet. She shut the door with a click, sat down and came back into focus.
