Page 70 of Regancy & Savior
She went to get up, but I grabbed her petty ass and pulled her on top of me. She had a big ass grin on her face as she maneuvered so that she was straddling me.
“Now why you gotta be like that? At this point, a nigga has gotten used to your mouth.”
She chortled and rested her arms around my neck. I wasn’t even paying attention to her face anymore. I was too busy enjoying the view of everything that was in front of me. She was wearing one of those shirts that gave me access to everything Ineeded. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against her chest as I led a trail up to her neck with my lips while my hands caressed her flesh under the shirt.
“I thought it was my mouth, Savior.”
“It is. Then it’s yo’ neck. Yo’ chest. Yo’ jawline. Yo’ nose. Yo’ everything for me.” I kissed her flesh with every word I spoke.
She caressed my head as I pulled back and looked up at her. “Smooth talking, huh?”
I grinned. “Is it working?”
She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, and she smirked. “Maybe, but I’m still sle?—”
I ended her sentence for her the moment I pressed my lips against hers. She had me fucked up if she was about to pull that sleepy shit on me.
LANE
I spent less and less time at my office these days. It was just a stop to pick up things for me. If I wasn’t on my way to court, then I was on my way to Taurus. Ever since he’d gotten shot, we were almost inseparable, especially because I bitched at him any time he felt like it was time for him to return to his usual activities. I gave him more shit than a little bit, and each time, I was successful in getting him to stay in. Even though he was healing and it was damn near two weeks later, I knew he needed to get back to what he was used to. I also knew that the day when I couldn’t fuss at him and talk him into staying in was coming, and I lowkey didn’t know how I would take it. It was a moment that I knew I wasn’t ready for. I was too afraid to lose him right after we had just found one another.
I was packing up my bag for my departure for the weekend when I heard my door open. I turned around and looked at my father as he walked into my office.
“Baby girl.” He smiled in my direction, but I looked away from him as I continued to pack.
“It’s funny. I’m baby girl now.” I glared up at him for a few seconds before focusing my attention elsewhere.
“Lane, please. What’s going on between your mother and I ha?—”
“Don’t feed me that line when you’re out here trying to be Jon of the year with your whores, embarrassing my mother. She would never do?—”
He laughed. “Do you know your mother as well as you think? You see me as the bad guy here, but we both know that that marriage ran its course.” He had the nerve to fix his suit and look at me like he had just cut his losses.
“You’re sad. She gave everything up for you, and you just move along like she was a hinderance.”
“Lane, you’re beating a dead horse at this point, baby girl, and from what I hear, your mother has done her?—”
“Why are you here?” I questioned.
“To visit with my only daughter and let her know that I’m still her father no matter how angry she is with me over things that she may never understand.”
“That ‘only daughter’ ship has sailed.”
He laughed. “Your humor comes from my side of the family. That girl is my blood, but she is not my daughter. She doesn’t have the tenacity or the biological components to be claimed by me. You on the other hand…” He nodded his head and fixed the statue on my desk. “You’re my only daughter. Just don’t stay mad at me too long, because I do love you, and I’m not perfect.” He walked around my desk and kissed my forehead before leaving my office almost as fast as he came.
What the fuck just happened?At this point, I refused to think about it. I was just ready to get home and lay up with my man for the night.
I wish I could say I didn’t wanna wring Taurus’s neck these days, but that was what I wanted to do every time I heard this nigga call my name. Every five to ten minutes, it was “baby” this or “baby” that. The other day, I had made the man some sleepy time tea, and he was out like a light. I didn’t hear anything from him for the rest of the night, even though I kind of felt bad when I heard his light snores. However, I was able to study my notes for my case, and I came out on top. Plus, I got my client’s attempted-murder charge thrown out. That was perfect because I was able to come here and get a little time to myself. I was also in even better spirits because my mother had taken half of my caseload, so I was working less. Now here I was, laying across Taurus’s sofa on a Sunday morning, enjoying reruns ofLiving Single.
“Get dressed. We have somewhere to be.”
I confusingly looked at him. “What are you talking about, Taurus?”
He gave me his normal blank expression before sitting down on the table in front of where I was sitting. “I have an appointment, so get yo’ ass dressed so we can go.”
I was confused, but I went to get dressed. I thought I had put all of his appointments into my planner, but somehow, I must’ve missed it. He had been healing fine, but the doctors wanted to be sure no infection or anything arose near the wound since he refused to take any medication. This nigga took stubborn to a whole other level. Once I was finished getting dressed, I methim in the living room. He was zipping his jacket and standing up straight with a serious expression on his face. Something had changed in him between the time I went to get dressed and now.
“What’s wrong?” I grabbed my wristlet and looked at him.
