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Her head bounced and bobbed as I tore that ass up.
“Gotta . . . cummmm.”
“Let it go, baby,” I coaxed, slowing my movements.
Our satiated “mmphs,” “ahhs,” and “ohhhs” were released with a chorus of “yes, baby, yes,” before we both released.
I gently rocked into her one final time before I pulled out, stood her up, and kissed the side of her neck. Our breaths took time slowing down after our hunger dissipated.
She turned around and looked into my eyes. “Stay,” she whispered.
Chapter 10
Legacy
“What you got me drinking, girl?”
“It’s called a bittersweet blast gin cocktail. It’s delicious. Drink it. You’ll like it, I promise.”
Legend frowned at the cocktail I made and slowly sipped it. “What’s in it?”
“Campari, gin, vermouth, orange slices, and some wine. Why? Don’t you like it?”
A slow smirk lifted his lips, and he chuckled. “Yeah, girl. It’s pretty good.”
“Oh, I thought you were gonna say no, because I just knew you were fronting.”
“You didn’t know anything. You ready?”
“Yep. We’re sitting at the dining table or in the living room?”
“I figured we could sit at the dining table when we create the board, but we can chill in the living room to eat our tacos while we do our chatterbox.”
“Chatterbox?”
“That’s what I’m calling it. We’re chatting and eating tacos from the box.”
He chuckled. “A’ight, girl. You got it.”
Legend walked into the kitchen and grabbed the box of tacos while I grabbed our drinks and headed into the living room. We both settled on the floor around the coffee table. Legend said a quick prayer before we ate.
“Okay, when you were eight, what did you want to be when you grew up?”
“A cartoonist.”
“Really? Why that?”
“My grandmother used to get the Sunday paper, and she would laugh so hard at those cartoons that it made me laugh too. I would read them and have no idea what was so funny. But I knew that I wanted to make people laugh like that. I always loved my grandmother’s laughter, but nothing could make her laugh harder than that.”
“I think you would have been great at it. You’re an amazing artist already,” I replied, grabbing a napkin to dab at the picante sauce dribbling down my chin.
“Thank you. That’s always been a passion of mine, along with numbers. What about you?” he asked before he took a bite from his crunchy taco shell.
“Same age?”
“Mm-hmm.” Legend tilted his head sideways to take another bite of his taco and catch the sauce as it dripped from the shell.
“That’s easy. I was going to be a princess-ballerina-gymnast.” My smile was as big and as bright as it was the day that I announced it to my parents.
