Page 74 of Dare You to See Me
“Oh shit. Malik. I’m going to come aga–” Detonate.
A loud cry pours from my mouth and Malik quickly clamps his over mine. He kisses me but it morphs into me silencing him as he groans his pleasure. He bites my lip and the sound of his muffled moan and the way his groin slaps against my pussy fills the room.
Gradually our bodies begin to fall. We crumble to the bed and lay motionless, only our chest heaving for air. My eyes are closed and my mouth is hanging open when he lifts my face off his shoulder and kisses it.
“Are you going to be ready to go again, soon?”
Suddenly I’m wide awake. “What? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He laughs and his dick twitches still inside of me and only slightly flaccid. “I never kid with wanting to fuck you. I can do this all night, doll face, so I hope you have bacon for breakfast.”
He wasn’t kidding and I did have bacon, which we devoured along with the waffles I made. Dahlia was so excited to have had a sleepover at our house, while I was wondering how in the hell I was supposed to function today after the way he consumed me. Physically and mentally because I was a goner just…like…that.
THIRTY-ONE
SOLEIL
“I really just want to stay intonight, Ky. I feel like it’s been non-stop out and about with Dahlia and Malik on dates. We’re either with his brothers or at Truth and Dare, or eating out. It’s like he’s dying for someone we know to see us out in public.” The phone balances on my shoulder as I load the breakfast and lunch dishes into the dishwasher.
Kyle is calling, once again, to complain that we need to go out. But honestly, I’m just not feeling it.
“Besides, who is going to watch Dahlia? I can’t call my parents to come watch them every time you want me to be your wingwoman while you whore it up.”
“Excuse me,” she gasps. “I don’t whore it up. It’s called a hoe down.”
I drop the forks in the sink and ask, “What is the damn difference?”
“What is the difference? Oh sweet, sheltered Sunny. The diff is that one does it for a fee and the other for free. I’m a hoe. I control who I fuck and not the other way around. I make my own goddamn money and don’t need someone else’s.”
I snort. “Wow. Okay then. I don’t want to be your wingwoman while youhoeit up. Or down. Whatever. I’m not in the mood for shoving my feet into uncomfortable shoes and tight ass clothes only to pay twenty dollars for a drink and go home with. buzzing ears from the loud music.”
“Ugh. When did you become so boring?”
“Um, when I became a mother and couldn’t take a baby to a bar.” She laughs just as my other line beeps. “Ky, hold on. Malik’s on the other line. But don’t hang up. I’m going to tell him I’ll call him back.”
“Hurry up, muffin!”
I click hold and switch and return the phone to my ear. “Hello lover boy.”
“I like the sound of that. Hello doll face. What are you up to?” I can hear the smile on his face.
Over the last few weeks of our relationship, we have spent very little time apart. If he’s not here, having dinner and playing games, we’re at his house sitting by the fire pit and watching movies. Neither Dahlia or I have ever been happier and I realize what I’ve been missing all my life. Someone that respects me and wants to be my partner and not just a husband. Not that Malik and I are walking down the aisle. He just shows me everyday the type of man I’ve always wanted and foolishly thought I had.
Clearly I did not.
“Just telling Kyle why we will not be going out this evening?”
“And why is that? Because you want me to come over and fuck you?” He growls in the way he likes to do when he teases me.
“While that is usually high on my list, tonight it’s because I don’t want to have sweaty bodies rubbing all over me and I don’t have anyone to watch Dahlia.”
“I can solve that for you. Go to Truth and Dare and I’ll make sure you ladies aren’t bothered, and I’ll hang out with Dahlia at your house. Done.”
“What? No caveman attitude tonight? No barking that you don’t want me around other men?” I ask him, only partly joking.
“Oh believe me, baby. I never want other men near you but I won’t be the kind of guy that clips your wings and locks you in a cage. You should go have fun with your friend. But let me say this, if I find out any fucker bothered you, I’ll start cracking necks. No one’s going to touch my girl and live.”
What he said should probably worry me, but I will never tire of hearing him call me his girl and what it does to me.
