Page 37 of Surrender

She relaxed between my legs, and I went to work separating her leave out from the tracks. Once it was pinned, I carefully began cutting the thread out of her head. I made sure not to cut the tracks. I knew my sister liked to reuse hair. As soft and luxurious as this hair was, I knew it had to be expensive, so I was diligent in not damaging it. In no time, I’d cut out four bundles and handed them to her while she watched and recited the movie word for word.

Once that was done, I busied myself with taking out her braids down.

“Have you done this before?” she asked, running her fingers through the hair.

“I’m a very accommodating man, Mrs. Mitchell. You’d be surprised by the things I’ve done for women I entertained. Imagine what I’ll do for my wife.”

She giggled. “It just makes me wonder why no woman snatched you up before. I mean, this is some romance book type of shit.”

“Listen, I may write children’s books, but I read for the grown folks. I’ve seen plenty of women say the type of man they look for is written in the pages of their favorite romance novels.”

“Oh, so you were taking notes?”

I chuckled. “Maybe.”

“Have you ever thought about writing romance?”

“I have. I write for ages two to eleven mostly. I have a few young adult novels. Writing for adults would require a different pen name because I wouldn’t want to mix the two. I have a few things in my arsenal that I could put out.”

“Anything you’d let me read?”

“Maybe. Keep in mind I’m an artist, and I’m sensitive about my shit.”

She giggled. “I hear you.”

I continued to take down her braids and I was pleasantly surprised at how much hair she had and how long it was. It reached the middle of her back, and it was very healthy. I understood protective styles, but honestly, she didn’t need weave at all. Her hair was beautiful. I couldn’t help but run my fingers through it and massage her scalp. Her eyes closed, and her head dropped back. A low moan escaped her throat.

“Can I wash it for you?” I asked, kissing her temple.

“Mmm hmm.”

I stood from the couch and pulled her to her feet. After grabbing her shampoo, conditioner, and two towels from the bathroom, I met her in the kitchen. Lifting her from the floor, I placed her on the island. I rolled one of the towels to place under her neck and instructed her to lie down.

She was all smiles as she got comfortable. Unbeknownst to her, acts of service were my love language. I loved being useful to my woman. In the past, that worked against me, but I didn’t think that would be a problem with her. Once she was comfortable, I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Grabbing the spray nozzle, I worked to dampen her hair. With it fully saturated, I squeezed a generous amount of shampoo into my hands and massaged it into her scalp.

Again, her eyes closed, and she moaned softly as I hit the sensitive spots in her head. I admired her beautiful curls coming back to life. There was just something about natural hair on a black woman that did it for me every single time.

“How’s that feel?” I asked, hovering over her.

“Perfect…”

She peered up at me. With a single look, she beckoned my lips to hers. Our lips and tongues intertwined in a sensual and sexy kiss as I continued to massage her scalp. An act so simple as washing hair felt damn near erotic with her. It took everything in me not to climb on top of her ass on this island and give her the business.

I pulled away long enough to rinse the shampoo from her hair and squeeze out the excess water. After wrapping a towel around her tresses, I scooped her up and placed her on a stool at the island. She was shocked when I proceeded to detangle her hair in sections before I added the conditioner.

“You are gonna be a total girl dad,” she said with a giggle.

“I’m not gonna lie. I’d love a little princess to spoil. She can brag about Daddy doing her hair.”

“Did you get your practice in with Jessa?”

“I did. She wanted to live in my skin as a kid, so I made sure I was well-versed in taking care of all of her needs. My mother used to get so mad when she would be still for me to do her hair, but she gave her or the lady at the salon hell. She used to make me go to appointments and hold her just so she would act right.”

“That’s so sweet. I’d love to see pictures of you two as children.”

“My mother has plenty. Hopefully, I can show them to you soon. Maybe showing embarrassing photos of me as a child will be an icebreaker.”

“Maybe. I really hope everybody comes around soon. I love our little bubble, but I can’t say I don’t miss my family, Jacob.”

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