Page 55 of Falling for Autumn
Autumn
The next night, we returned to the patio and grilled again. October loved my setup so much that we did a repeat of what we’d done before. It was nice and cool outside, and it was the perfect night for a fall date night picnic.
“Baby, I keep thinking about everything, including the conversation we had last night. I’m really sorry. I just keep thinking about how I was always expecting that other shoe to drop. I cannot believe that I handed Wilson the loaded gun to destroy our relationship.”
“Nah, I did that by not telling you the truth. Baby, life is not perfect, and I know that we’re going to run into our fair share of troubles. But ya man needs you to have faith and belief in him. No matter what comes. I told you about playing with my fucking heart from the start, didn’t I?”
I nodded my agreement and chewed on my bottom lip. “You did.”
“Why is it that women always think they’re the only ones who are susceptible to getting hurt?”
“I don’t know, but I did know that you were holding something back from me. It felt like you couldn’t give me your all. I should have said something about that to you, though, andassured you that I had your back no matter what. I just wish that you had come to me in the beginning.”
“So do I, Autumn, but that has been so hard for me because of how people judge me upon hearing the story. They don’t give me a chance to explain what happened. That’s why I started my own business, which I had planned to do anyway. You should see the way people look at me when they see my record after getting my background check back.
“It’s been so hard to find jobs that I just took the money in my savings from selling dope and partnered with my cousin and best friend to make that shit happen. When I first got out of prison, I could barely find a job cleaning toilets, and I knew that wasn’t gonna be my future.”
“I’m sorry that you’ve gone through all of that.”
“There’s nothing that I cannot face out there as long as you’ve got my back, and I’ve got your love.”
“I won’t ever doubt your love for Auburn or me again. I promise, October.”
“I’ve gone too many days without seeing my baby girl. I miss her.”
“I’ll call them, and we can pick her up now, if you want to.”
“As soon as I bust this nut.”
“What nut?”
“The one you’re about to help me release. Woman, you have had me stressed the fuck out these last few days.”
I giggled as he lifted me onto his lap to straddle him. I looped my arms around his neck and kissed him slowly.
“You? I’m the one who was stressed out. You had me thinking that you were some serial heartbreaker with a penchant for domestic violence, when all along you were the man I thought you were.”
“Nah. I didn’t have ya li’l ass thinking that. Ya gaslighting ex had you thinking that. And that’s the last time you’d better ever take someone else’s word over mine.”
I kissed the side of his neck and whispered, “I will, baby. I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”
“I do. As long as you forgive me for not telling you straight up.”
“Yeah, I do.”
I moaned as a cool breeze brushed against my back when he pulled my sweater up and over my head. He buried his head in the side of my neck and then gripped my neck with his hand. October’s mouth moved back to mine, and he kissed me while choking me and releasing.
His free hand slid inside my bra and pinched my nipple hard while still choking and kissing me. In time, his hand moved between us, and he worked his hand into the front of my jeans. I pulled back slightly so that he could get under my belly and to where he was trying to go. I wore one of his button-downs with a belt at the waist, a pair of jeans, and a pair of black stiletto boots.
Thick fingers parted my folds, circled my clitoris, and then pressed softly against it while still tonguing me down and choking me. He removed both hands from my body and unclasped my bra.
“October is my new favorite month,” I whispered as he took one breast in his mouth.
“You do realize that we’re in November now, right?” he asked, with his teeth latched around my nipple.
“I do, but the month of October reminds me of you. Laid-back, vibrant, cool, and transitional.”
“Transitional?” he asked, smacking my ass. “Stand up.”
