Page 131 of The Last Man on Earth
“Me, too.”
“He cares about you. He takes care of you. He handles his business. I love that for you, I really do.”
“Thank you,” I say, smiling. “And no matter what happens or who’s around, you’ll always be my number one.”
Her eyes well up. “Well as your number one, it’s my duty to fix this mess. So tell me what you need.”
A few minutes later, we head back downstairs, hand-in-hand. Shara walks to the middle of the living room and calls for attention.
“Listen up. I appreciate all of you for coming to celebrate with us. But we’re gonna switch it up a little. We’re not gonna do any games, and Ariana’s gonna open up the gifts another day. Let’s keep things calm and peaceful for today. Can we do that for her?”
The crowd of guests murmur in agreement as Vincent takes his place by my side and presses a kiss to my forehead. I smile when I see the little thumbs-up he gives my sister.
The party winds down shortly after the food is served. My parents head back to their hotel room, and Tariq takes the girls with him when he heads out. Shara leaves last, leaving Vincent and me alone in this house for the first time since I’ve been here.
I stretch out on the couch with my head in his lap. I’m exhausted, but happy.
He lifts my hand and kisses it. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say.
“Did you get enough to eat?”
“I did.”
“Did my baby get enough?”
I burst out laughing. “So that’s how it is? You going over my head?”
“Nah.” He puts a hand on my belly. “Just makin’ sure you straight.”
“Not only am I straight, I’m very much interested in playing house with you tonight, Mr. Newcastle.”
He laughs. “Say no more.”
I…may have overestimated my agility at this late stage of my pregnancy. Five minutes later, we’re naked in bed, laughing up a storm over the fact that nine-month pregnancy sex is awkward as hell.
“Fuck. I was tryna make love to you and shit, but the only way I can see us doing this is if I’m behind you.”
“That’s fine,” I say. “That can still be making love.”
“Not the wayIdo it.”
“Just help me up,” I say, laughing myself silly. “I just want the dick.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He guides me into position on all fours. “Is that comfortable?”
“Very,” I say. “Put that shitin.”
“Relax.” He lines up behind me. “You ready?”
“Yes, nigga, damn!”
“You know what?” He pushes inside of me in one rough thrust, making me cry out. “You happy now? Mean ass. Trying to be considerate and shit and you—“
“Vincent, I swear to God, if you don’t shut up and fuck me.”
He grabs my hips and squeezes. He starts stroking, thankfully, but he’s still too gentle for my liking. I’ve been so horny lately, I thought I was going insane.
