Page 36 of Sour Brew Face

“I think that’s a good idea.” I murmur, my eyes hooded, then lick my lips.

“Mo, I don’t want to chance her coming after you again. I’d like you to get one too.” I nod. “Your safety…God, Mo, if anything ever happened to you…”

I push at his shoulders as I stand up and he shoves his chair back so I can crawl into his lap. I straddle him, grinding down until he nudges my clit with his cock, and cup his jaw. “Your safety is just as important, Langston.”

He closes the distance between us, smashing his mouth against mine and taking me in a brutal kiss.

“Wanna eat your pussy, Mo. Wanna drink you down and watch you come apart on my tongue.” With a theatrical sigh, I tip my head to the side and give him plenty of access to my neck.

“If you think it will help, I suppose.” He chuckles darkly against the sensitive skin behind my ear, nipping at my lobe.

“Only one way to find out.” He lifts me up and carries me to my bedroom.

And miracle of miracles, it does help us both feel better.

Langston 32.

6 weeks later

Mo tugs on my hand as I drag her down the sidewalk toward the entrance of Mayes.

“Can’t we just skip dinner and go right to dessert? You’ve kept me waiting long enough, mister.” She pouts adorably and I know she’d punch me in the arm if I ever told her that.

“No, we can’t. Though the thought is tempting, especially with you in this dress.” I stop us completely, turning to take her in my arms and run my hands down her sides, stopping to gather the hem of her dress in my hands and pulling it up slightly. She straddles my thigh and grinds her hot cunt, drawing out little mewls from her plump lips. I slide my hands to her spectacular ass and nearly choke on my own tongue when I feel her bare cheeks.

“Thong.” She answers my unasked question. “Could be bare if you take me home right now. I want you to fuck me, Langston, I want to feel you move inside me. Please.” It takes everything I’ve got to put space between us. Her pout turns into a scowl when I remove my leg. I’m grateful for my dark pants to hide where she soaked through the fabric.

“Not yet, Mo.” I kiss her forehead and turn my head away from her, so she doesn’t see me smiling when she growls her displeasure.

The last month and a half has been a test of patience and will, strength and resolve. Cutting my mom out of my life was easy legally, but very difficult emotionally. My dad and V were instrumental in finding me the right people to make everything happen. Eugenia Mayes has nothing whatsoever to do with my business, my personal life, or my finances. There are also restraining orders against her for Mo, each of our businesses, and myself.

I’m not sure I’ve seen the last of my mom, but I pray that I have. I don’t wish her any physical harm, but I can’t allow her back into my life. I’m laying the foundation for an extraordinary life with Mo, and my mother’s toxicity has no place in it.

Mo has been by my side the whole time, holding my hand, offering a shoulder to cry on, and a hot mouth to drain me every night so I sleep well. She’s a remarkable woman. And not just because her suction is better than Dyson. I took sex off the table, much to her dismay, wanting to build back what we lost, what I took from us. Obviously, I didn’t take all sexual acts off the table, a man can only resist so much.

I’m hoping tonight, that will change.

“Come on, gotta stop in the bar real quick, then we’ll be on our way.” I guide her through the doors of the bar and nearly run into her when she stops abruptly. All of our friends and family are gathered inside Mayes, streamers and sparkly shit are everywhere, food and desserts…V and Kylie outdid themselves.

“You lied to me, Langston Mayes. This is not a quick stop.” She murmurs out of the side of her mouth, staring at everyone assembled. “Also, what the fuck is happening? It’s not my birthday or yours.” She whips around, “Oh my God, did I miss your—Shit.” I’m on my knee with a ring box opened and my heart on my sleeve.

I chuckle at her initial reaction, not deterred. She might not be ready, but I think she is, regardless, I know she is my future. She is meant to be my wife, the mother of my children—Dammit, why am I telling all you this.

“Mary Opal Morrow. The moment you walked into my bar, you walked into my heart. The instant you opened your mouth and ratted out your ex-boyfriend, you opened my eyes to infinite possibilities. And when you sat down on a barstool and made me laugh, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life hearing yours. Will you give a man like me a chance to make your dreams come true? Will you marry me?”

A collective gasp echoes around the room, even though everyone knew what was going to happen, but I only have eyes and ears for my girl. She trembles in front of me, the butterscotch of her eyes swimming in tears, her hands clenching at her sides, as she rocks back and forth on her heels.

After what seems a lifetime, she opens her mouth, but quickly closes it again. I wait patiently, though my knee is starting to hurt. “Do I…Do I have to say yes, for us to have finally have sex?”

The room erupts at her question. I surge to my feet, wrap my arms around her slim waist and hoist her into the air, taking her lips with a giant smile. We’re teeth and laughter as neither of us can contain our happiness.

“Yes, Langston Mayes, I will marry you.”

“Damn right you will!” I growl, kissing her again.

“Keep it family friendly, kids.” Dad says from my side, Veronica practically vibrating with joy next to him. I let Mo down and we’re both engulfed in hug after hug as everyone comes to congratulate us. People start grabbing plates and filling them with food, Jesse and Carmine are passing out drinks.

Dad, V, Emerson, and Kylie corner us once things calm down. The women have tears staining their cheeks.

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