Page 38 of The Deed to a Gangsta's Heart

With a pout, she made her way into my arms. “I love them. This makes me so happy. Thank you, Rem. I don’t ever want to leave.”

That was exactly what I wanted to hear.

We climbed onto the horses and made our way to the wildflower park. Back in the day, we used to go there and talk. Plan. Pray. It was the only place I felt safe being emotional with my girl. That park, those wildflowers, they were a container for the emotions we released to each other and no one else. I had a blanket set up and a picnic basket. Roses were waiting for her too. She loved lyric-less music, so I had a jazz and classical music playlist going.

“Here,” I said, handing her the individual charcuterie board. “You and your adult lunchables.”

She laughed as she accepted. “Stop calling them that. And you know you like them too.”

“Mhm.”

I didn’t care for wine, so I got champagne instead. After pouring us both a flute, I was finally able to relax my mind a little. So far, things were going good.

As she looked out into the setting sun, Callie popped a chocolate covered pretzel into her mouth.

“I missed this. This park, the sunsets, the starry night skies. No one has starry nights as majestic as Jasper Lane. I’ll never get tired of this view.”

I stared at the side of her face glowing under the sun as I confessed, “Neither will I.”

Our eyes locked as she blushed. Tucking her chin, she crawled over to me and kissed me. “Can I be honest?”

“Always,” I granted, setting her on my lap.

“I was scared about being honest about how I felt because I wasn’t sure a relationship with us would work. You’ve never been in a long, committed relationship. I’ve never heard of you doing anything like this for another woman. I didn’t want to risk our friendship for a romantic relationship that wouldn’t work.”

I didn’t take offense to what she said because it was true. She may have been gentle with the words, but basically, she was saying she didn’t want to settle for a nigga who couldn’t give her what she deserved. Financially and platonically, I’d always shown up for her, but this was different territory for me—for us.

“You live in my heart, Callie. Rent free.” I chuckled as I accepted how much she meant to me. “There hasn’t been a reason for me to do shit like this for any other woman. All my love has been reserved and waiting for you. And while I’m still working on accepting that I’m worthy of you, I’m going to always show up as if I am because I don’t want to lose you.”

Her eyes blinked rapidly and mouth twisted to the side as she fought her tears. “I still haven’t gotten used to you saying sweet stuff like that.”

“Yeah, but I bet you’ve gotten used to my dick being in you.”

“Well yeah, but that’s different.” We shared a laugh as I caught a tear before it could slide down her cheek. “You are worthy of me, Rem. I didn’t even consider being your type. Knowing you desire me, that you’re attracted to me… it puts a smile on my face every day. I really do love you, pooh.”

“And I love you.” Her eyes darkened and lowered as she licked her lips. “You looking at me like you want to eat me up.”

“I do.”

My arms extended as I told her, “Feast.”

And feast she did. The way she gobbled up my dick had me moaning her name and begging her to stop, but she didn’t. Not until I shot a few babies into her mouth. Then, she straddled me for a ride.

“So good,” she muttered through trembling lips as she slid down on my dick. “So fucking good.” Cupping my cheeks, she looked into my eyes for a few seconds before kissing me.

The intimacy of it made me feel like she was fucking me instead of me fucking her, and I didn’t like that. I didn’t like how good it felt to be under her control.

“Fuck is you doing?” I asked, gripping her waist.

“Do you like it?” Her walls squeezed me as she shifted from her knees to her toes.

“Hell yeah.” I grunted, holding her tighter as she bounced up and down on my shit.

“Hmm… Good, because I don’t want to stop.”

Fisting the blanket, I resisted the urge to control hermovements. I looked down at the connection of us—how wet she was. How her cream coated my dick. Her head flung back as her nails dug into my shoulders. Her trembling chin was like a bullseye for me to kiss.

With a hiss, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her walls tightened and leaked as I held her close.

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