Page 61 of Legend's Legacy
The sun shone overhead, and it was a beautiful Saturday as we strode through the flea market hand-in-hand. I never thought I would be that nigga walking around holding my woman’s hand. I never had that with my ex-wife, and I wasn’t sure why not, but it just wasn’t there.
I often felt the need to touch Legacy no matter how close or far away she was. It could be something as simple as a brush of my lips against her temple, gripping her thigh, or, like now, holding her hand.
“We need some fresh tomatoes for our salads, baby?”
“Didn’t we just buy some new tomatoes last weekend?”
“You bought that shit from the grocery store, and they’re already growing mold. Told ya ass you need to stop buying your fruits and veggies from the store. All they do is spray that shit with something to preserve its color and texture while they’re sitting there. The minute that you get them home, it’s a wrap.”
“Okay, but can we get the Roma tomatoes? I know that you love them on the vine, but I can cut and dice the Roma easier, Legend.”
“Ya ass don’t even eat tomatoes like that. How about we get you a couple of Romas, but I’m getting some on the vine. That’s what I prefer.”
“That’s what I prefer,” she mocked me and laughed when I mushed her head.
“Stooop,” she whined and looped her arm through mine. I removed it and curved it around her shoulders, pulling her closer into my side.
We picked out our tomatoes before we moved to another stall to check out their squash and asparagus.
“You’re still going to make the veggie lasagna tomorrow?” I asked, eying some spinach.
“Yep. I promise you that it’s even better than regular lasagna, if you can believe that.”
“Listen, as long as you feed me, then I’m happy.”
“I know. Always calling me the big back,” Legacy remarked, placing an eggplant inside her basket before looking up at me.
I smirked, but replied, “I’m not touching that.” I removed my wallet from my back pocket and handed a twenty-dollar bill to the Mexican lady and waved my hand for her to keep the change.
Legacy took my hand again, and we walked through the rest of the stalls and finished our shopping before we returned to the car. She held onto one of the bags containing grapes as we got into the car.
I watched her as she popped one grape after another into her mouth. “You starving, beautiful?”
She paused with the grape halfway to her mouth and then smirked. “Why are you watching me so close?”
“Just checking you out. I mean, if you’re hungry, all you gotta do is say that, and I’ll feed you. You know I will.”
Her gaze dropped to my crotch, and I laughed at her. “Li’l nasty ass.”
“You like me though.”
“Nah, girl. I love you.” I leaned sideways, gripped the back of her head, and pulled her closer to me. I licked her lips at the seam until she opened her mouth to me. I nibbled on her bottom lip and slowly worked my tongue inside of her mouth.
Her mouth was cool and sweet like cherries and grapes. Our tongues moved over and around each other, sliding against one another as I sucked on hers. Soft sighs and whimpered moans filled the cabin of the car until we pulled apart.
“I love you too,” she whispered as she reached up and cleaned her lip gloss off my lips.
“You think your ass is slick,” I declared as I turned on the car and put it into drive.
“What are you talking about?” Her tone was stunned and unsure.
“Just gon’ be sneaking and eating all my damn cherries, talking about your ass don’t eat them.”
Legacy blushed and turned to look out of the window. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“I bet you don’t, since you owe me a bag of cherries.”
“I didn’t eat your cherries.”
