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“Shit. We gotta clean that up.” The streaks of my cum on the mirror are highlighted even in the low light. I turn to see Ez tucking himself into his pants and getting his phone out of his pocket to use as a flashlight. The phone creates enough light that I can see Ez now. An expression of bliss covers his face, eyes relaxed and glasses all crooked.
“Well it’s technicallyyourspace to maintain, Alek,” Ezekiel states. He pulls his sweater over his head and moves over to where I’m still laying on the floor.
“Yeah, well you’re the one that fucked the cum out of me,” I reply, taking the offered clothing and wiping myself down with it. “Hey, do you think we can get some hooks in the ceiling?”
“Do I want to know what they’re for?” he asks with a questioning glance.
“Oh, you definitely do, angel.”
CHAPTER FORTY
EZEKIEL
Happy endings… not like that, you pervert.
Two Weeks Later
October has gone by in a whirlwind of experiences and emotions. It all began on the night Alek trusted me to reveal my life to him and to show him the places I had carved out for him. Both figuratively within my heart, and literally as I had constructed a dance studio for him within my home. I fondly remember the storm that passed by that night, illuminating the dance studio as I fucked him against the ballet barre and stared into his bliss—filled eyes through the floor length mirror. The memory of it has me shifting in my seat at quite an inconvenient time.
Alek has been staying at my house more often than not, much to my absolute pleasure. I don’t think I would ever want to experience this house alone again, much less without my Aleksander sharing the space. The man has invaded every nook and cranny in my home, but he usually takes his sanctuary in the kitchen and dance studio. One would think hearing his heavyfooting as he practices would pester me. However, I find comfort in the rhythmic steps falling from the ceiling of my study. I equate it to how I love to hear Alek’s heartbeat as we fall asleep together nearly every night. I should ask him to move in with me, though I am not entirely sure he would be ready for such a big step. Having someone move in with you only after two months of dating is not unheard of from what I’ve gathered, but it is still unconventional. A little chuckle leaves me.As if Alek and I have been conventional about anything.
“I assume you still prefer your bourbon neat?” my cousin asks from beside me, pulling me from my reflection. I turn away from the window facing the backyard to see Knight holding two highball glasses at the entrance of the den.
“Are you being driven to drink already?” I ask him, rearranging myself to sit more upright while I offer him a seat in the armchair beside me.
“Harriett has found herself new best friends and they are practically swooning over their celebrity crushes while downing cosmos on the patio,” Knight explains. He steps further into the room and hands me the whisky before he unfastens the button of his suit jacket and sits down.
“The ladies are lively, aren’t they?” I ask, hiding a proud smile behind my glass as I take a sip of the amber liquid.
Emma, Vivian, and Aunt Harriett have somehow formed an alliance in the last hour or so. Upon first entering my home on Knight’s arm, Harriett had immediately zoned in on the gorgeous cocktail in Emma’s hand and loudly asked who she had to seduce to get that drink. Vivian had taken Harriett from Knight’s arm within seconds and announced she had been thoroughly seduced with that ‘banging’ dress. The three women have not been seen since, though we could still certainly hear them from outside.
My heart feels as full as my house is occupied for our first family brunch. Along with Knight and the ladies, Thomas is also roaming within the house. From what I know, I don’t think Alek and Rhett have even left the kitchen since they arrived. The two wanted to dive into the preparations immediately.
“Did you ever think this kind of joy would be possible for you? Given all we’ve been through?” Knight asks, a solemn expression on his face as he swirls the liquid in his glass.
While I know he is referring to our childhood and shared tragedy, I also sense that there is more at play given the severity of his question.
“No. I did not. After my separation, I believed this kind of happiness was reserved for others, not for me. Or it was something only found in fairytales. It took meeting Alek for me to realize this,” I motion in a general direction to all the people who have become so special to me, “was what I needed and what I deserved.”
“It’s what you deserve as well, Knight,” I conclude.
“Tell that to the person I was two divorces ago.” He laughs but there is no humor. My cousin has always had his demons but something seems to be haunting him more as of late.
“Kn–” The heartfelt speech I planned in my head was interrupted by Rhett letting us know food would be ready in fifteen minutes.
“I’ll be taking a walk before we’re seated.” Knight drinks the rest of his bourbon, stands up, and leaves without another word.
“Anyway dude, I still can’t believe I was the other woman just a few weeks ago.” Alek comments to Rhett as he stirs a pot of soupbut from the sly smirk on his lips I can tell he saw me enter the kitchen.
“You were never the other woman, Alek. You aremy man, an annoying one at that, but mine all the same.” I walk over to the stove and wrap my arms around his waist the second I’m within reach of him. Setting his utensil down onto a spoon rest, Alek twists within my hold to face me. Strong arms loop around my neck and he invades my space so my senses are filled with nothing except him.
“Call me yours again and we'll need to sneak off and make good on that, angel.” his pouty lips murmur, so close they’re nearly pressed against my own.
“Y’all know I can hear you,” Rhett announces, side—eyeing us from his position in front of the cutting board.
Alek’s answering laugh is interrupted as I press my lips against his, stealing a quick, deep kiss. He groans against my lips and pushes himself closer for more.
“No, no sir. Y’all either need to take it upstairs or let me join in ‘cus I’ve been single way too long to be around this shit.”
