Page 24 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
“That’s right baby. Cum for me.” He groaned as he sank into me one last time, holding my hips as he emptied inside me.
“Damn.” He panted, massaging my hips before stepping back, pulling out and leaving me dripping.
“Stay here,” he said as he left the pantry, closing the door behind him. A moment later he returned with a warm washclothfrom the guest bathroom. He crouched behind me and gently cleaned between my thighs, placing kisses on each of my cheeks before he helped me back into my clothes. He turned me around, pulling me to him and placed a gentle kiss on my lips before giving me a sly smirk.
“I hate you.” I pouted, knowing damn well I was lying.
“No, you don’t.” He said, kissing my cheek.
“You're right.” I sighed, still blushing.
We kissed once more and left our hiding place holding hands. We tried to slide back into the living room unnoticed but failed miserably. Tyra took one look at my flushed face, crooked tank top, and the hand Crew had casually resting on my lower back and dropped her Uno cards like she just hit the Powerball.
“Hell. Naw. Y’all was in the pantry that long for napkins?” She bellowed.
“Bitch, y’all was seasoning each other in the spice cabinet!” Anesia gasped.
“So that’s what that thumping was…” Mecca said, cracking a smile.
“Sounded like a can of beans got its back blown out,” Tyra added.
Crew sat behind me, pulling me between his legs and wrapping his arms around my waist like I belonged there. And the truth was, I did.
Fireflies lit up the back yard as the firepit crackled. Timberly and Tati up from their nap roasted marshmallows beside Black, who surprisingly had a tiny pink bow in his beard. Courtesy of Tati and a very persuasive Kema. Blue passed out s’mores like a ghost in a hoodie. Janelle and Del shared a blanket and a bottle of wine, arguing over whether Love Jones or Brown Sugar was the better classic.
Everyone was enjoying themselves laughing and joking while I just sat back and watched. I just watched. I watched mydaughter laugh with her friend and the women that had been strangers days ago become sisters. Crew and I, leaning back in a patio chair, one hand resting protectively on my knee as I whispered to him about baby names, cravings, and what kind of mama I was scared I might become.
“You gon’ be the kind that scares the hell out of boys and bakes the best cookies,” he said.
“You think?”
“I know. You’re strong enough to discipline our kids. But you’re soft enough to spoil them and show love,” he said.
I rested my head against his chest taking in his encouraging words and my peaceful surroundings. If only we could stay like this, encompassed in this bubble.
The next morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of Timberly’s window, casting golden shadows over her soft curls as she lay tangled in her pink unicorn sheets. I sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her back gently when she stirred, eyes fluttering open.
“Mommy?”
“Yeah, baby.” I said, kissing her head.
“You stayed all night.”
I smiled. “I ain’t going anywhere.” I said, tucking a stray curl behind her ear.
She was still a little scared of sleeping alone. Crew understood that she needed the reassurance that I wouldn’t disappear again. So, he didn’t mind letting me crawl into her bed last night when her fear got the best of her. He’d do anything for his baby girl.
“Promise?” She asked, eyes searching my face.
I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I promise. Nobody’s ever gonna take me from you again.”
Her little arms wrapped around me, and then she giggled.
“What’s funny?”
“You’re getting round, like a pillow.” She smiled her toothy grin on full display.
“Excuse me?!” I said with fake outrage.
