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“Maya,” I whisper so the driver won’t hear. “How am I supposed to get out if you have me standing at full attention when we get there?” She just laughs and moves to my other ear. I close my eyes in pleasure.
“That sounds like ayouproblem, Adam.“ She loves getting me riled up and then making me beg for it. I cast a nervous glance at the driver before deciding Mohammed has probably seen way worse in the back of his cab. I pull Maya into my lap and kiss all over her cleavage before plundering her mouth. She tastes like cinnamon gum and her own unique flavor. As usual, I can’t get enough.
“Two can definitely play that game, Maya,” I say against her lips.
I tangle my fingers in her locs (which she wore down tonight, at my request), tilting her head for better access to her mouth. She’s pushing her tits against me and I move my hand up her shirt to squeeze them but stop myself in the knick of time.
“Wait, wait,” I pant, pulling away to rest my forehead on hers. “We’re about to start something we can’t finish here.”
If my dick had legs, it would kick my ass right now. It’d also probably run to Maya’s house and beg to move in. Both of us are breathing heavily, but calmer heads prevail and she reluctantly slides off my lap to sit next to me. She keeps her hand on my thigh, though.
“Sorry. You’re right. You just make me so horny sometimes.” I take her hand, intertwining our fingers.
“The feeling is mutual, baby.”Very fucking mutual.She might be the first woman whose sex drive has matched mine.
I feel the cab start to slow and spot the marquee in the distance. It looks like we stopped just in time.
Maya is so terrible at bowling, I would feel bad if she weren’t such a good sport. All night, I’ve gotten to watch her waddle up to the lane, bend over, and granny roll her ball down the lane. Even the people in the booth next to us snickered when she acted like she’d won gold at the Olympics after knocking downjust three pins. She’s so goddamn cute it hurts. This time, her ball slowly drops into the gutter, all her pins still upright.
“You know, I could have them put up the bumpers, if you like.” She turns around with fire and passion in her eyes, letting me know my jokes won’t go unpunished. Of course, punishment for her means either I have to give her a massage, or she gets to pick where we eat for dinner. She hasn’t figured out that, since my massages work like foreplay, I might be goading her on intentionally…just a little.
“And who are you? The Big Lebowski?”
“Solid reference, baby. Maybe watching some more bowling movies will improve your game.” She smiles and playfully punches my arm.
“Alright. Your turn.”
I bowl a decent seven while Maya sips her spicy margarita. As I walk back to our booth, she looks at me with a thoughtful expression on her face.
“What’s up, babe?” She puts her drink down and turns to face me.
“I really like you, Adam.”That’s it?I thought it was obvious we like each other, even just based on the cab ride here. But she seems so earnest in her admission, I have to respond.
“I really like you too, Maya.” She takes both of my hands in hers and kisses my knuckles before taking a deep breath. Oh God. What is she leading up to?
“I want you to meet my friends.” My heart resumes beating; Maya seems completely unfazed.
“Wow. Are we talking about Tiffany and Denise?” She and her girlfriends are close. More than once, a text from one of them has woken me up in the middle of the night when she forgot to put her phone on silent. One of those times, I saw something about “skipping girls’ night to get some Dubu dick” and almost died laughing. These chicks seem pretty cool to me.
“Yep. They said I’ve had you to myself for long enough and they need to meet the guy who was worth taking the train back early for.”
“That sounds great. Of course I want to meet them.” I give her a kiss on the cheek and nudge her to take her turn. “Where and when?” Maya bowls another goose egg and laughs at herself; I continue to enjoy the view as she bends over to roll the ball. She turns back to me, chagrined.
“Does brunch tomorrow sound OK? I know family dinner is Sunday evenings, so I’m hoping that works.” She looks nervous for my answer and I don’t hesitate to reassure her.
“Of course that works. Will mimosas be involved?”
“You know it.”
I wait to feel nervous about meeting her friends, but the dread never comes. Everything with Maya just seems natural. Even little things like holding hands and sharing dessert. I put that idea aside and order another round of drinks. Heavy thoughts can wait; tonight is all about fun.
Chapter twenty-two
Maya
It’s lucky I made a reservation because Chez Ma Tante is packed today. I shouldn’t be surprised, considering I picked the best brunch spot in the city. Tiffany and Denise appear to be engaged in a “battle of the boobs”: Tiffany’s wearing a skintight bodysuit in deep brown with a scandalous sweetheart neckline and a gold chain around her waist; while Denise is wearing a scarlet red top so low cut you can see her ribcage tattoo, with houndstooth capris and black platforms. In comparison, I look like a nun in a floral summer dress with a boat neckline.
“Y’all didn’t tell me I was supposed to dress like one of the Real Housewives of Jersey Shore for this brunch.” I sulk around the straw of my Bloody Mary and check the maitre’d podium for the fifth time. Tiffany waves her nude talons dismissively.
