Page 36 of For the Lover in You
I immediately covered my mouth and sped off to the bathroom, brushing my teeth to get the taste and smell of vomit out of my mouth. After brushing my teeth, I sauntered out of the bathroom. Tremaine had a smile on his face.
"Better?"
"Much, but I still feel bad. I owe you so much for this."
He shook his head. "Stop asking."
I huffed. "Can I at least give you a hug for your kindness?"
Tremaine laughed. "That's fine."
I slowly walked into his arms and wrapped my arms around him. His sweet, masculine scent filled my nose as my body molded against his. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in tighter. Tremaine slowly rubbed up and down my back. His soft, comforting touch caused my body to relax. I ended up lying my head on his chest and shutting my eyes. I didn't realize how much I needed a simple hug, not to feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. My emotions surged, and for the first time in a long time, I felt protected and cared for.
I regulated my breathing to stop the tears from falling but failed. I sniffed in an attempt to control their rapid speed but failed. I tried to move my body out of his grip to give him his space, but he tightened his hold on me.
"Let it out, Mila," he urged in a whisper.
The floodgates opened, and I cried away the weight and stress that had been sitting on my shoulders.
"Shhh, let it out."
He continued to rub my back up and down until the tears and sniffing stopped. Tremaine released his grip on my back but didn't let me go. He held my hands and scanned my eyes. I wasn't sure what he was looking for. He released my hand and wiped away a tear.
"Feel better?" he asked.
I nodded. "A lot better."
He smiled. "Good."
We stared into each other's eyes. I couldn't make out what was happening, but all I knew was Tremaine made me feel some type of way. He stirred up emotions in me I hadn't felt in many years. The feeling was foreign, and I didn't know how to address it. We continued to stare at each other, and before I knew it, we moved in toward each other. Seconds later, Tremaine's lips were on mine. The kiss was soft and light, yet full. The small peck increased rapidly. He inserted his tongue into my mouth, but never once did he get forceful. He remained steady and slow. He kept his hands on my lower back, drawing small circles through the thin material. For a second, I had forgotten how to return kisses, but Tremaine helped me find my rhythm. He took his time and treated the kiss delicately.
My nipples hardened through the thin material, while my lower half pooled with wetness. The kisses alone were sending me on a high. Tremaine's hands lowered to my ass, and he gripped it. My floodgates opened, and I was confident that my panties were ruined. I inserted my hand up under his shirt, feeling his smooth and firm skin. I could no longer contain my moans and moaned into the kiss. That caused another smack to my ass. Suddenly, I heard a cough from behind us, causing us to jump apart.
Tremaine spun around, and we made eye contact with a petite woman. She had curly hair with small specks of gray in it. She had caramel-colored skin, and her eyes were almond-shaped. She wore a matching navy sweatsuit and white socks. She stood there with her arms folded across her chest. Her eyes bounced back and forth between Tremaine and me. Then she walked over toward us.
"What's up, Ma?"
My head shot over to Tremaine. I looked at him to confirm I'd heard him correctly.
"Oh, nothing much, my lying ass son."
He sucked his teeth and laughed. I heard correctly. Tremaine's mama just caught us in a full make-out session, and I was highly embarrassed. She looked over at me and smiled.
"Hello, I'm Trey's mother, Shonte."
"Hi," I softly replied. "I'm Mila."
She smirked. "Hungry? Thirsty? I'm sure your mouth is dry after my son sucked all the spit out of your mouth."
I covered my face in shame.
"Ma, chill. We'll be down soon."
"Hmm," was her reply before she spun on her heels and walked away.
My hands still covered my face when Tremaine reached and removed them.
"You good?"
