“Okay! Okay… play nice.” He muttered as he pathetically eased one leg in. I shook my head as I watched him take forty years to get in the tub. All that muscle, and he couldn’t even take hot water.
“Aw! There!” He said settling down across from me with a smile on his face as if he’d accomplished something.
“Later we’re going to have to discuss this. For now—” I didn’t even finish my sentence before I was across the tub straddling his lap before he could even blink. I slammed my lips down on his, kissing him as if I would die if I didn’t.
He moaned wrapping his strong arms around me pulling my soft body flush up against his hard one. He felt so good. So strong, just the thought of his strength caused another wave of pleasure to shoot through me.
“I love your strength!” I whispered as I kissed his neck, he moaned.
“I love the way you protect me and keep me safe!” I continued as I kissed his scar.
“I love your hands!” I said as I took his finger’s one after the other into my mouth. He sat and a watched me with a look of wonder on his face.
“I love your tongue!” Were the last words I uttered before I was kissing him again.
He and I stayed in the bath until the water turned cold. He’d successfully quenched my hunger over and over again.
Then he carried me to bed and made love to me one more time. Only, it was not in the feverish frenzy way we came together in the tub. When he laid me in that bed, he took his time loving me in a way that he never had before.
I tried to close my eyes as the fire began to blaze in me, but he growled down at me to open them.
“I want you to see who makes your body feel this way! Look at your man baby, and know that he loves you!”
Chapter 19
When the King Comes a Calling
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…
--Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
Yasmin
Charles John Huffam Dickens startled the literary world when he wrote, ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, the opening sentence in his novel, ‘A Tale of Two Cities’. When I first read those words, I giggled, wondering what in the world could he possibly mean. On my twentieth birthday I found out. It was the best day of my life and it was also the worst day of my life. In the beginning of that day, I felt so happy I was practically floating by lunch. By day’s end, I wanted to die.
And I know you’re probably saying, how could a day be the best day of someone’s life while at the same time being the worse?
Hmm, how indeed…
You see, I had awakened that morning to my first surprise. I turned over in the bed to rub my hand against Gabe’s empty pillow like I did every morning and froze when my hand landed on an envelope. I sat up in the bed and smiled when I saw a beautiful packet with the words, ‘Happy Birthday Beautiful’ written on it.
Taking my time opening it, I knew it was something more than a birthday card because the envelope was pretty big. When finally I got it opened, I slid a small stack of papers out. They looked like legal documents. Frowning, I scanned them wondering why Gabriel would give me legal documents for my birthday.
Dear God!
The papers fell from my hand that had gone limp. It was the deed to the farm.
It was the deed to the farm!
With my name on it!
I picked the papers up and read them again, but this time slower to make sure my eyes wasn’t playing tricks on me. And after reading it the second time, I saw that they weren’t. Gabriel had purchased the land and was gifting it to me.
It took me a full thirty seconds for that information to register, but when it did, I threw back the covers and shot out the bed. I was getting ready to run to his office and thank him with a million kisses on his face. But I don’t know if it’s because I got out of the bed too quick or what, but I was suddenly assailed by a feeling of queasiness.
So much so that I placed the papers on the bed and raced to the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet before I was vomiting what little I had on my stomach into the commode. When I was done, I brushed my teeth and got in the shower, and surprisingly felt a hundred percent better. I must have just gotten a little too excited.
Dressed in my grandmother’s yellow dress, I finally made it to Gabe’s office to thank him. However, he wasn’t alone, both Kenny and Mac were there.
“Hey fellas!” I called to them as I ran around Gabe’s desk and jumped in his lap. With a grin on his face he caught me in his arms, pretending I had knocked the wind out of him. But I knew I hadn’t cause I had a big ole’ tough man!
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I cried as I kissed him all over his face. He chuckled.
“Happy birthday beautiful!” By this point I had tears coming out of my eyes.
“I can’t believe you bought the farm! Why didn’t you tell me?” I was so excited my words were barely comprehensible.
“Because… I wanted it to be a surprise.” Kenny cleared his throat from where he
