Page 52 of Another Constant

“Now are you going to come taste this or not?”

I did as she asked, watching her as she pushed the spoon into my mouth. I didn’t know what she put in my mouth, but at this point I didn’t give a fuck. It tasted good.

I leaned down and kissed her because that shit was sexy…so fucking sexy.

“Uncle, my daddy said he’s gonna call later.” Aja entered the kitchen, breaking up the eye contact between me and Harlem.

“Aight.”

“Uncle Sora is at the front door.”

Confusion swept my features as I looked down at Harlem and pecked her lips once more. “Let me see what he wants.”

When I reached the door I was expecting it to be just my brother on some hovering shit but at the sight of Blaze as well I was all the way thrown off.

“Told you we were coming by for dinner.” Sora walked in behind Blaze who I hugged immediately as they entered.

“You ain’t say today.”

“Oh, I didn’t? Well shit, we are here now and it smells good in here. What sis cooking?” Sora’s ass was loud which brought my niece running to where we were.

While she hugged her Uncle Sora, I walked Blaze into the kitchen to meet Harlem. When we got there, Harlem was lining shells up in a silver pan.

“Baby, this is Blaze, Sora’s fiancé. Blaze, this is Harlem.”

They smiled at one another, greeting each other in that way women did before Blaze scooted onto the stool in front of the island where Harlem was cooking. For a moment I just watched them talk back and forth. It happened easily, no force necessary because their energies weren’t the same but definitely similar.

“You’re spoiling him. Like for real,” Blaze said, sipping from the glass of water in front of her.

“And? She supposed to spoil me ’cause I’ma spoil the fuck outta her regardless.” I looked up and made eye contact with an amused Harlem.

Blaze laughed. “Exactly what the hell have you done with Kinga? ’Cause you sir are somebody different. Gotta be. And when the hell did you start making donuts?”

The night went well. Even though I wasn’t expecting my brother and Blaze, I was glad they came. I also fucked with the fact that Harlem easily fit into my family dynamic. Though things happened fast, it was what it was.

“I really enjoyed your family today.”

“Good because they liked you almost as much as I do.”

“Almost, huh?” she asked.

My hand found the base of her neck, savoring the feel of her skin under my grasp. Blaze was right over dinner. Harlem did have me spoiled, so fucking spoiled that ever since the first time I laid eyes on her I had been consumed with the need to own everything about her.

She craned her neck to the side. “Why is this so easy?”

“What?” I leaned forward, pressing my lips against the side of her face.

“This… me and you. Why is it so easy for me to be like this with you and you to be like this with me? I may sound pessimistic but isn’t anything easy too?—”

“Everything about this is new to me, but I want you. I ain’t never wanted nobody the way I want you. Even though you came to my spot showing your ass. Shit, that made me want your stubborn ass even more.”

“You have me…right?” She leaned forward, lips against mine. It wasn’t a kiss yet, just contact.

“Tighter than I got anything else.”

“Good. I like it like that.” Her lips rubbed against mine with each word right before contact turned into a very heavy kiss. Before Harlem, I had never been the type to be putting my lips on anybody. However, with Harlem, I couldn’t keep my lips from any part of her body. She was my favorite flavor, made especially for me.

“I wanna tell you something.” She melted against me, face in my neck as she spoke. She didn’t wait for me to respond but instead continued speaking. “I had an abortion before.” Sniffles alerted me to her headspace.

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