Page 44 of Cove City: Volume II
The blue candles were lit throughout the house as blue rose petals kissed the floor. She stepped further inside until she reached my wall of life. When she glanced at it, she shot me a look. “What the hell,” she giggled.
Every single picture was of her. She was either asleep, or caught off guard smiling, or focused on something, and therewere a few that we had taken together. “You have become a big part of my life, Tuesday, and you deserve to be up there, baby. You do,” I told her.
“You did all this for me?”
“It’s only you. Tuesday, I’m sorry for what you saw, but I need you to know that what you saw won’t be the last time, but as I’ve said before, I need you to trust me.”
She nodded. Her eyes went from intrigued to seductive. She slowly took off her shoes, tossing them to the side. “You sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked her.
“I don’t know, maybe you can show me.” Her eyes burned into mine. “Mr. Harmon, can I interview you? I want to know how much you know about anatomy.”
I laughed. “Oh, this is an interview, huh?”
“A personal one,” she winked.
I came out of my shirt. “Ok, ask your questions, Ms. Morning,” I replied.
She removed her pants. “Mr. Harmon, they say sex is overrated. Do you believe that?”
I removed my pants. “Who is they? I say it’s what you make it, and I’m personally, going to make that shit hit every time.”
“You sound so confident,” she smiled as she had now removed her crop top.
“Let me show you,” I said as I wrapped my arm around her waist and swooped her up.
She palmed my face and kissed me. She kissed me as sweetly as the very first time. Tuesday wrapped her legs around my waist as I started to take her up the steps. She sucked on my neck and nibbled on my lips until I got to the bedroom. My entire bed was filled with blue rose petals. Candles circled my bed; the shit was fire. A part of me was happy my mom hooked it up, then another part of me thought about Naheem. Had he swooned my mother this way?
I lay Tuesday on the bed. “Hold that thought,” I told her.
She looked at me curiously. I walked over toward my dresser, grabbed a box with a big blue bow, and gave it to her. “Pierre, what is this?”
“Open it.”
She removed the bow and opened the box. When she saw what was inside, she laughed. “What the hell? Is this why you made me do that shit in the penthouse?”
“Yeah.”
She reached into the box and grabbed the chain. It was a gold Cuban chain with a blue diamond P charm. I removed it from her hand and put it around her neck. The shit glistened; it was fitting and looked good on her. She stuck her hand back into the box and pulled out a princess-cut gold grill. “They go on the bottom,” I told her.
She put them on her teeth, and I put mine on. “Now you match my fly,” I winked.
I kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders, and her lips again. She scooted back as I crawled on top of her. My hand slid up the side of her leg as I reached under her, gripping her ass. “I want you,” I told her.
She adjusted her hips below me. Her leg rested over my arm as my hand was still on her ass. I gripped my dick and tapped it on her pussy before entering her. I pushed as far as I could inside her. Her head arched back while her eyes closed. When she focused back on me, she smiled.
Foreheads touching.I went as slowly as I could. I didn’t want to miss a feel. I wanted to tap every single spot inside her. For each stroke, she tried gripping my back. For every stroke I gave her, I was filling her with love. I wasn’t fucking her, I was making love, and this shit hit way different, so different, I was about to cum quick. However, if she wanted, we could do this over and over again. She had my heart.
Tuesday had a nigga in the palm of her hand, and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
We all sat in the lobby, waiting for Diamond to come back and tell us the baby had arrived. Hell, I think we were more nervous than he was. Foe sat there with his leg bouncing up and down. He went from looking straight ahead to Harvey. I knew he was tight about her inviting his sister to Toussaint.
The thing about Foe is that he didn’t have any problems with his siblings, but he was very protective. He tried keeping them away from the shit he did. Unlike me, having Dio around, Foe would never do that so to have his sister in his world was fucking him up.
“Harvey, why did you invite her?” he asked.
“I wanted to do something nice.”
Foe ran his hand over his face. “Fuck!” he shouted.
