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Malik walks into the kitchen, holding the platter of grilled steaks. He looks at Sydney, then to me and mouths "everything okay?" Nodding, I smile. Nothing more is said as I pull the bread from the oven and begin to plate the food. For the first time since the men furnished the house, we sit down and use the dining table. After fixing her plate, Sydney looks over at Malik and me taking our seats. For a moment, I think she's about to haul ass upstairs back to her bedroom. Instead, she carries her plate to the table, sits down across from me, and starts eating.
"Damn. These potatoes taste amazing. What did you do to them?" Malik shovels another heap into his mouth.
"Nothing. Sydney made them." I tell him and watch Sydney peek up from her plate at Malik.
"No, shit? Eleven years old and you can cook like this? I don't know what you put in it, but I love em'." Malik smiles at her and takes another bite.
For the first time, Sydney cracks a small smile. Not much of one, but enough to know she has my brother's smile. "It's the sour cream. My mom's secret to the world's best mashed potatoes." Just as fast as she smiles, her face falls, and she pushes her food around on her plate. "I miss her."
"She happen to tell you when she would call?" I ask.
"She can't call for another week. Something about no phone privileges during the first two weeks." She stares at her plate. "Stupid rules," she mumbles.
"As soon as she can have visitors, we'll go see your mom," Malik mentions as he cuts his steak, causing Sydney to look at him, her mouth gaped open, and her eyes wide.
"You would do that—for me?" she says, shocked by his offer.
"Yeah." He looks at her. "You're family. We take care of each other. You want to see your mom; then, we will make it happen. Simple as that." When my niece looks to me, I nod.
The rest of the dinner is spent in silence. Once Sydney finishes her food, she rinses her plate. "I'm kind of tired."
"There's ice cream for dessert if you want some," I offer, while I clean the kitchen.
"I don't want any." Sydney turns around to leave the kitchen but stops. "Vayda, Malik. Thanks." She never looks back before exiting the kitchen, and we hear her footsteps as she climbs the stairs.
"Here." Malik hands me a glass filled with whiskey.
"Thanks." I take it from him. The taste of bourbon is sweet as it coats my tongue. Malik comes up behind me, kisses my neck, and I close my eyes.
"You ever think about kids? Having one of your own that is?"
That's an out of the blue question. Nevertheless, I think about it for a second. I mean, sure I've thought about it. In passing, but not as often as one would think a woman would. "My life hasn't slowed down enough to give it much thought. Besides, what I do for a living doesn't necessarily scream motherhood."
He kisses my neck again. This time his tongue grazes my skin. "A lot of women soldiers balance their military career with family. They do it every day."
Taking another sip, I lean my head to one side, as Malik continues to pepper kisses on my skin. The smell of his woodsy cologne mixed with the scent of his leather cut and whiskey breath fills my senses. It's intoxicating. "Do you want kids?" I groan.
"I do." He sits his drink on the counter and spins my body to face him. "With you." His eyes bore into mine, and suddenly I find it hard to breathe.
Then I kiss him.
His tongue tangles with mine as he grabs hold of my ass and lifts me onto the counter. His hands run up my bare thighs. Spreading my legs, he steps between them. We make out like we're a couple of teenagers, before he pulls away, leaving us both gasping for air and wanting more. "We're taking this to the room." Malik pulls my ass to the very edge of the counter and presses his hard cock against my eager center. Shamelessly, I grind against him. Leaving our drinks on the counter, Malik lifts me. Wrapping my legs over his hips, he carries me up the stairs. I kiss him, just behind his ear, and he groans. Walking down the hallway, I glance at Sydney's bedroom door. "What about Sydney?" Malik steps into our bedroom, closing the door, then presses my back against it. He grinds into me. "Are you a screamer, baby?"
"Something like that," I pant.
Malik carries me to the bed and lays me down. "Guess you'll have to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut." Grabbing the hem of my shirt, Malik lifts the fabric up and over my head. "Fuck, you're perfect." He cups both breasts, squeezing them, then drags his palms down my sides, stopping when he skims over the sports tape covering my ribcage. "Shit. I wasn't thinkin'. Maybe we should wait."
"Oh, hell no. You better finish what you started."
"You sure?"
Reaching down, I palm his erection, rubbing his cock through his jeans, showing him how sure I am. "Fuck me, Malik."
That's all it takes. Unbuttoning my shorts, Malik slides them down my long legs, taking my panties with them, and tosses them to the floor. Exposed to him, Malik steps back. "I'll be gentle, baby." Not breaking our connection, he shrugs his cut off, tossing it to the bench at the foot of the bed. Peeling his shirt off, he does the same. Sinking to the floor, Malik wraps his hands around my calf, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He parts my legs. "Your pussy already wet for me, baby?" He draws me even closer, placing one bent knee over his shoulder then doing the same with the other. "I'm going to taste you before I fuck you, Vayda."
I look down at him, wanting to watch him take his first taste of me. Dipping his head between my thighs, he holds my stare as he swipes his tongue up my center. The moment he sucks my clit into his mouth I throw my head back on a moan, and my legs quiver. Gripping the blanket beneath me and biting my lip, I stifle my need to scream. "I'm so close." My hips rise, pressing into his face, my body desperate to come. My orgasm builds, and my legs start to quiver again. Just as I'm about to fall over the edge, Malik stops. "No-no-no. What are you doing?" I reach for him as he stands.
"As good as your pussy tastes, I want you to come with my cock buried deep inside you," he says as he rids himself of the rest of his clothes. Feeling dirty, and horny as hell, I position myself in the middle of his bed. Reaching between my thighs I rub my swollen clit. I throw my head back as I pleasure myself in front of him. When I look back at Malik, he's stroking his large cock as he watches me. My orgasm starts to build again, so I pick up speed. "That orgasm is mine." He growls and advances on me. The bed dips as he brings his body over mine, then captures my mouth with his. It's during this kiss he settles between my legs, lines the head of his cock up at my entrance and stops. "You protected?"
