Page 41 of Legend's Legacy
My mouth dropped open, and I crawled from between his legs back to my side of the bed. Legend wrapped his arm around me and snatched me back close to his body. He burrowed his face into the side of my neck, and his beard tickled my shoulder.
I giggled and elbowed him. “No, let me go.”
“Nah, li’l baby. You wanted my attention. You got it all.”
He tickled me, and I fell out laughing again like I had earlier. He kept it up until I shrieked, “I’m gonna peeee.”
He laughed and replied, “Ya li’l ass betta not pee in my bed.”
“I can’t help it,” I replied with a snort of laughter.
He grabbed my arms, and I cringed, thinking he was about to tickle me. He nudged my legs aside with his knees and positioned himself in between them. Holding my arms above my head, he lowered his face and brushed his lips against mine. I felt his erection growing as he pressed against the apex of my thighs.
“I love you, li’l baby.”
“I know you do,” I replied, poking my lips out so that he could kiss them.
Our kiss was soft and slow and grew in passion before I broke it off. “No, Legend.”
“No, what?”
“You can’t distract me from conversation by sexing me down.”
“Why not? You already know this dick is the good shit. I’ll have you walking ’round here like a damn zombie, ma.”
“Ohh shit! That ain’t good, Legend.” I wrinkled my nose.
“Nah, it’s real good. This dick will fuck you up so good you’ll be on an eternal high. Be like them people up in Kensington.”
“You talking ’bout them niggas up in Philly all messed up on fentanyl?”
“Yeah. Have ya little ass bent over like this.” He jumped out of the bed, struck a pose, and stared like he was zoned out.
I cracked up laughing so hard. “You’re stupid, Legend. I don’t want none of your dick if it’s gonna mess me up like that.”
“Bet. Remember that you said that,” he stated, jumped back into the bed, and grabbed the remote to turn the TV up.
My mouth dropped, and I smacked him on the chest.
“Man, what you do that for?”
“You played me.”
“Nah, li’l baby. You played ya self.”
I lay beside him again and turned on my side to face him. I watched him for what felt like twenty minutes before he turned to look at me. He caressed the side of my face and stared into my eyes.
“What’s on ya mind, pretty baby?”
“What did she do to you? You told me that your ex-wife hurt you, but in all the time that we’ve been together, you have never told me what she did. Did she cheat on you? Have a baby with another man?”
When his eyes closed, and the way his face cringed, I could tell that my words hurt him.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, placing my hands on his chest. “You don’t have to talk about it.”
He remained silent for so long that I worried that he was angry with me. A tear escaped his eye a couple of minutes later, and that broke me. I wiped it away.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Please talk to me, Legend.” I cried, too, but I was crying for his pain.
