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Then a small smile plays on her lips. “While we’re on the subject…I should tell you…I was intimate with someone else.”
I keep my face steady even as my stomach twists. But then she adds, “It was a woman.”
I’m not gonna lie, that hits me differently. I feel my pulse quicken as my body starts to stir below the waist. It takes a second for my brain to catch up, and when it does, I smirk. “Wow. I mean…feel free to invite me next time.”
She laughs, swatting at me. “You’re ridiculous. And like last time, it was just oral. Onherpart.”
“Damn, girl! How many eaters you got?”
“Shhhh!” Her eyes go wide as she swats me again.
The couples on either side of us turn to look, and I realize how loud I was.
“My bad,” I say to whoever can hear before turning my attention back to Lane. “I mean, I get it, though. Tasting you was—“
“Stop,” she whines softly. “When does the movie start?”
“When the sun goes down.” I pop a few grapes off the stem and feed her one. “How was it?”
She rolls her eyes as she chews. “If youmustknow…it was actually kind of amazing.”
“Wow.” I stare off into the distance trying to picture it in my head. I’ve worked up a crude visual when she bursts out laughing.
“Not you getting hard in front of all these people.”
I glance down at my dick as if I didn’t already feel the erection. “Just one more question,” I say as I bring my eyes back to hers. “Real quick. Were you standing or laying down?”
She shakes her head. “Just call me Beyonce, cuz you ain’t gettin’novisuals, baby.”
I laugh at that, feeding her the rest of the grapes before moving on to the crostini and brie. I watch her lips as they part, her mouth as she chews, her eyes as they flutter shut. I’m hard again, but it’s not as sexual as the last erection. This time, my body is responding to the sight of her happy and content. It’s like I can sense her, and when she’s calm, I’m calm. When she’s pleased, I’m relaxed. I don’t know why I’m so in tune with her. I wasn’t even like this with Desiree when we weremarried.
The crowd claps as the large screen lights up at the front of the field.
My phone buzzes. Of course. Perfect timing. I move to silence it, but when I see the name on the screen, I quickly press the button to answer.
“Sorry, I have to take this,” I say to Lane as I stand. I wait until I’m out of the way of any viewers before I bring the phone to my ear.
“Where the hell you been?”
My son laughs at that, with his goofy ass. “My bad, Daddy. I been busy.”
“Busy doing what? Failing? You on something? Sick? Somethin’ gotta be goin’ on with you for you to ignore me like this. All that money I pay to that damn school. When I call you—“
“Where is this coming from?” he interrupts. “We never talk like that.”
“Your mother. She’s worried about you.”
“Oh.” He sucks his teeth. “Why do you let her get you all riled up? Daddy, I swear, I’m good. I have a girlfriend now, that’s all. She be makin’ a lotta demands on my time.”
I smile at that as relief blooms in my chest. “Well now it all makes sense.”
“You know how it is.”
I nod, because yeah, I do. “You being safe?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, are you using condoms?”
