Page 183 of Duty and Desire
“Though my guess, no. Because back then, you wouldn’t be Mo. NotmyMo. The Mo I need you to be. I’m sure you were still awesome. But not as awesome as you are now. And it’s not I’ll take the bad with the good when it comes to dealing with shit, like your dreams. It’s that it’s all good. It’s allyou. It’s who you are and what you did and how you come to me. And I’ll take itall, Mo. Because I want it all. Who you are and what you did and how you come to me is precisely what I need you to be.”
Mo said nothing and remained unmoving.
“Just so you know, the boys were here having breakfast after you took off. I talked to them. About your dreams.”
This did not make him appear to be pissed or even annoyed.
He just kept staring at me.
“I don’t want to talk about you, have you find out and have you thinking it was done behind your back,” I explained. “They told me some stuff, but not anything I wouldn’t have done anyway. So we’ll just get this out there right now, so it’s there and over. If you want to talk about your dreams, I’ll listen. If you don’t want to talk about your dreams, I won’t push. If you need to get up and go to the gym, I don’t care. If you need to do anything, save injecting heroin, to deal, I’m at your back, on your side or whatever you need. But if shit gets extreme and you aren’t talking to me about it, I’m going to the boys. There it is. You cool with that?”
Mo didn’t speak or move.
“You cool with that, honey?” I pushed.
He finally spoke.
“Get in the shower, Lottie.”
“I already took one, baby,” I whispered.
“Get. In theshower.Lottie,” he said a lot lower, a lot slower and in a way one part of me didn’t have to get in the shower to get wet.
I hopped off the counter and took off the shorts, panties, tank and bra I put on after I showered.
Then I got in the shower with him.
Waiting for Mo, I’d had time to shower.
I had not had time to do my hair.
I didn’t think about that.
I didn’t because Mo’s hands were under my arms, I was lifted up and pulled around, my back slammed against the tile, and Mo was pressing into me.
“Legs around my back,” he ordered.
We’d had the talk. Absolutely. Since Tammy had cheated on him, he’d gotten tested. He was clean and didn’t go in ungloved with the two chicks he’d had since her.
Before him, I’d had a long dry spell and was on birth control.
So after I wrapped my legs around his back, Mo wrapping a fist around his big dick, guiding it to me and thrusting right in was just about him and me.
Him and me.
“Love me?” I whispered as I held on with all I had and did thateverywhere.
His mouth took mine in a hot, wet,longkiss.
After he broke it, he grunted, “Yeah.”
That was when I gave it to him.
“Love you too, baby.”
“No shit?”
Uh.
