Page 24 of The Perfect Verse
“Shoot, I don’t think I’ve ever been three hours away from home,” he admitted and laughed. Once disclosed, he seemed somewhat embarrassed. He wasn’t rich, but he had enough money to travel, yet he barely stepped outside of the confines of the hood in Miami.
Chaney picked up on a shift in his mood from his knitted brows, prompting her to reach over and slip her hands around his. They were callous yet still welcoming when he delicately rubbed the back of her hand with the pad of his thumb. Goosebumps materialized on her skin like they did most times whenever he touched her.
“Hey, it’s new to me too,” she confessed with hunched shoulders. “And I’ve done bitches hair that are known internationally. I’m just excited we get to do this together. You know, fuck under the stars on the sand and shit. Suck your dick while I moon the moon.”
He smiled, wondering why it took them both so long to finally decide to choose each other. He’d seen her around for years yet never thought she’d even look his way. He wondered if maybe, just maybe, the mistakes that he’d made with Sashay would have been avoided had he gotten out of his own way and approached her sooner.
It was at a local park where his uncle Catfish had a welcome-home party after being incarcerated for twenty years. His grandmother, aunts, and uncles rented out the entire park, and everyone was welcome. Never shy or a stranger to take advantage of free food and music, their paths crossed when she reached for the last peach soda.
A conversation ensued and would have evolved into more if his aunt hadn’t appeared, requiring his attention at the grill. That was five years earlier, and once their paths crossed again at a local club, Donovan was determined to make Chaney his.
“Your corny ass,” he pushed out, blushing. “Only you would think about mooning the damn moon.”
Just that quickly, she’d lightened his mood. He didn’t want to tell her that Sashay’s grandmother was recently diagnosed with cancer. While he had no real emotional ties to Sashay, he loved her grandmother dearly. He was torn about what to do since hismoney and status might be of help in order for her to secure the appropriate treatment. That, however, would be a sensitive topic, one he wasn’t prepared to have.
“I’m serious, babe. Look at me, a hood rat, sipping on a thousand-dollar bottle of wine. I mean, yeah, I could have bought it a long time ago, but I was too busy settling, I suppose, since we shared shit with those stripper bitches. And fucking on a nude beach all day and night is a must,” she added, daring him to disagree.
“I feel you, Young D. Make a nigga so proud to call you his.”
She twerked in her seat, wagging her tongue as he kissed both hands. She actually loved the nickname, especially when his boys would call her that each time they saw her coming. He’d grip her ass and tongue her down each time they did.
“Hell yeah,” he whispered, staring at her with love in his eyes. “I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
Her eyes lit up, watching him draw closer. He was looking rather dapper as she admired his chocolate skin and dark-brown orbs. She almost imagined little caramel babies that were a nice blend of the two of them, as her facial expression matched his. He swiped the outside corners of each eye.
“Be patient because I know life’s about to get hectic. It ain’t for nothing. I promise you it’s not, ‘cause I plan to marry you one day,” he confessed. He even had a promise ring back at the hotel that he planned to give her. At first, he was going to present it at dinner, but he wanted it to be private, intimate.
“Really?”
“Fuck yeah. Can’t make niggas think you’re still available for the picking. And you’re wifey material. I’d be a fool not to put a ring on it someday and give you my last name.”
She was so emotional as of late, like really emotional. It took literally nothing to have her in tears. She was glad that at least they were tears of joy.
“Come here.” He rose just enough, meeting her in the center of the table. Once his lips touched hers, he planted one hand around her neck. As the kiss deepened, she hummed in his mouth.
“Damn, baby. My dick’s hard.” He pecked her lips once more and stroked her cheek. “Hurry the fuck up with that wine. We’re about to do some takeout.”
“Hold up!” She sat back and shook her head. “I’m finally getting some real food, and now you want takeout? The dick is good, but no thanks.”
“Baby, seriously? Fuck this food. Nigga’s dick’s swollen. I can get you seafood anytime. Besides, what do you plan to do with this?” He grabbed her hand underneath the table and placed it on his dick. It twitched when she squeezed it.
She smiled, and as soon as he felt his zipper slide down, he gulped and stretched his legs. He couldn’t believe she was about to jack him off in the five-star restaurant.
“Fuck yeah. I know I’m about to marry your ass.” His head tilted, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as she took her time, stroking his shaft. “Chaney?”
“Huh?”
“I do.” She frowned until she realized what he was talking about. “Fuck the ceremony, baby.”
She giggled, but he was crazy if he thought she would short-change herself. That included her five-star meal, complete with two lobster tails, crab cakes, a loaded baked potato, hushpuppies, Cajun-flavored oysters with a side salad, and cheesy biscuits. All the while she ate, he sat that with love in his eyes and his dick resting on his thigh. It was a good thing no onesaw it either, which meant as soon as they left, he needed to walk closely behind her wide-legged with his dick on all of that ass.
Chapter 11
Verse Eleven
Following a night where Donovan had taken her to higher heights no other human had done, Chaney woke up smiling as the sun seeped into their room and rested upon her face. She could barely move with his legs intertwined with hers while he lay partially across her body. For a few seconds, she shielded her face until her bladder reminded her that it needed to be relieved. She gently pushed him on his back. He mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, where light snores quickly followed.
