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  “You think you can just come in here to say, ‘I’m sorry,’ and all will be well?” I asked Summer.

  She contemplated her answer and then said, “I was hoping I could.”

  I frowned. “What?”

  “I was hoping I could. Was hoping this time would be different. Since you’ve been ignoring me, I’ve had time to think.”

  I shrugged and asked, “And?”

  “And I’m ready to answer you honestly.”

  I studied her curiously as I tilted my head. “And you think that will make me do what you want? What if I told you it was too late, Summer? Huh? What if I said I didn’t care anymore?”

  “I’d say you were lying.”

  “You want to take that bet?” I asked her honestly.

  She swallowed slowly and then frowned a bit as she asked, “Are you serious?”

  “I am.”

  “Then look me in my eyes and say so,” she demanded as she placed her lips lightly against mine. “Tell me to my face.”

  I sat forward. Stared into those pretty brown eyes of hers. “It’s too late. I don’t care anymore,” I said with finality.

  She slowly sat back. Her face drained of all its color. I got satisfaction from that. It was damn good to know I could have that effect on her. Her eyes blinked rapidly, and then she stood. For a moment all she did was stare down at me as I gazed up at her. In eight years she’d never heard those words from me. For eight years we’d played this game. It had been a long time coming, or so I told myself. Her eyes glazed over with unshed tears when she turned, snatched up her purse, yanked my office door open, and stormed out.

  I went home that night knowing that I’d lied not only to her, but also to myself. No matter what that woman did or said to me, I’d never not care about her or be done with her. I went in search of the only thing that completed me, like the night did the day, like yin did yang. Got to her house and used my key to let myself in. Found her lying in bed, with tears painting her cheeks. I didn’t like to see her cry. Had seen her shed tears only when she talked about her foster father being in prison. I couldn’t stand to see the hurt I’d caused her. Like all the other times, I went to her, and she welcomed me with open arms. I fell between her thighs naturally. She opened them for me just the same. It had taken me eight years to get her the way we were in that moment.

  Even so, it was like the laws of attraction with us. Like attracted like. She attracted me. . . . I attracted her. And this was the universe’s response.

  So there we were. Back at her place. Both of us naked, with me on my back and her rolling her hips against mine. No woman or man I’d ever been with could move like Summer. She worked a man over like it was her purpose in life. Like she had been born to do it. She was into it like she wanted you to remember her long after you went back home to your wife.

  I thought about Michael. As if she could read my mind, she gazed deep into my eyes and smiled. I lifted my hips to meet hers. Made her catch my thrust in a way that ensured she wouldn’t be able to throw it back. She moaned hard, deep in her gut, and lolled forward. She rested her head against mine as I made her sing a continuing song of pleasure and pain. Tried to knock Michael from her head, as I was sure she’d tried to do plenty of times before.

  She sat up again. Got her bearings after I slowed down my frantic thrusts. My hands cupped Summer’s plentiful breasts while I screwed up my face and stared into her “I’m about to come” face. She was slowly rocking those thick hips, and then she moved up and down. Rose all the way up until I threatened to come out, then slowly dropped back down. She took all of me. Flinched when she knew she’d bitten off more than she could chew.

  “You’re going to hurt yourself,” I whispered to her.

  Her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she leaned forward to kiss me. “As long as it hurts this good, I don’t care.”

  She hissed and then grunted. Dipped her head to kiss my neck, ears, nipples. She licked and sucked my nipples like she was showing me how she wanted me to return the favor. When she sat up, I did return the favor and then some. There were certain parts of Summer’s body that turned her arousal up a notch more so than others. Certain parts that I could kiss or touch that would set fire to the love we made. Like when my hands gripped and squeezed her sides as my hips rose to meet hers. Or the way my hands traveled up to snatch and pull at her hair. Sometimes, my nails dug into the skin on her back. Made her arch so perfectly that I could feel when her womb quivered. The wetness between us was so consistent that it sang to us each time she moved.

  Maxwell and Alicia serenaded us in the background. Felt as if they were singing our life story as our lovemaking swayed to the tune of the song. Like the singers in the song, we couldn’t stay away from one another. “Like moths to a flame” didn’t explain us. This thing . . . the thing we had was like staring head-on into the sun. No matter how it burned, no matter the damage, we couldn’t stay away. I didn’t hold back on letting her hear how she made me feel. My moans and groans, my sounds of satisfaction, blended in with hers.

  Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she studied my face. My heart swelled as it thumped in my chest. If you’d never experienced a natural high, then you wouldn’t know what I was going through at that moment. It was like an out-of-body experience. Felt as if I was floating above us. That feeling excited me. Made me work harder to get her to the point of no return. We were loud. No fucks were given as to what her neighbors would think. She begged me to love her harder. Wanted us to release together. She said she needed that. Needed us to reach that climax together so she could get that high that only I could give her.

  “Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do,” she assured me.

  “Not even him?” I asked her.

  She knew who I was asking about. I’d seen the way those two reacted to one another. Knew the sexual chemistry there was explosive. He made her as wet as I did, if not wetter. So damn wet. She was practically leaking down her legs in that movie theater after he’d first kissed her. That was from his kiss alone. I knew that feeling. Knew what it was to kiss Michael and be ready to explode minutes later.

  “Not even him,” she said to me.

  “Mine?” I asked her.

  “Yours.”

  I quickly flipped her over so that she was back under me. My weight was on her as I lifted her legs over the creases of my arms and made her take all of me to the hilt. She absorbed every ounce of me. Didn’t leave anything to the imagination. My mouth hurried to find hers as I swelled to the point that it ached. The muscles in my ass and in the backs of my thighs were working overtime as we made her bed rock. We made our own song with the rocking of her bed. I kissed her like I was starved for that kind of affection. Moved from her lips to her eyes, then back to her lips before finding her neck.

  “Oh, God, David . . . I’m coming, baby,” she told me softly.

  “Yeah? Open your eyes, baby. Let me see you,” I told her.

  She did what I had asked. Summer was so beautiful when she made that ugly come face. I found my rhythm. Moved slow, smooth, and steady in and out of her. Looked down and saw the way her satisfaction coated my dick, and moved against her harder. That was my motivation. I wanted to keep her coming that way. I switched gears. Gave her daddy long strokes that made her gasp for air like she was drowning, then mean, short strokes that had her back arching and her body jerking like someone was reviving her with electricity.

  As she gave in to that feeling of bliss . . . oblivion, she threw her hips at me. Matched my long strokes with her short ones. Opened her legs wide so I could keep hitting that spot she liked.

  “Right there, David. Right there. Ah, yeah. Please don’t stop, baby,” she pleaded.

  And I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t stop until I released. I released in her so hard that my guttural groan sounded like some shit that should have been on Animal Planet.

  “Did you keep in contact with Michael’s wife after she cheated with you?” Summer asked me out of the blue.r />
  We lay basking in the afterglow of sex, thinking, What now? She’d thrown her right thigh on my right one, and she’d laid her head on my chest. There was some light touching between the two of us. The heavy rain falling outside had replaced the music that had come through the Bose speakers in the walls of her home.

  I looked down at her and wondered where the hell that question had come from. “What?”

  “Did you still talk to her after she screwed you?” There was something in her voice that I couldn’t readily pick up on, but if I was a betting man, I’d say it was contempt for Sadi.

  “Why?”

  She shrugged and then glanced up at me. “Just want to know.”

  “She called me a few times after.”

  “You never called her?”

  “No. What reason would I have to?”

  “So you didn’t like her at all?”

  “Liked her enough to get what I wanted, but that was it.”

  “Oh.”

  “Why? Did Michael tell you otherwise?” I asked her.

  “No. Was curious, is all.”

  I had to chuckle. Summer was as transparent as Saran Wrap. I’d seen that she and Michael were friends on Facebook now. He followed her on Instagram too. Nigga liked every picture he could find of her. I believed if he could have, he would’ve liked the pictures with her ass to the camera twice. He made slick comments to her. Ones with sexual innuendos in them that a regular person wouldn’t notice if he or she was looking at them. But as a man who knew Michael almost better than he knew himself, I had picked up on it instantly.

  I’d seen that she’d gone through his pictures too. Thing with Michael was, he didn’t believe in sharing his family with the world. So there were only pictures of him showcasing his arrogance. A shirt off here, which meant he was flexing his prowess at the gym. Sweats hanging low in another picture, which obviously meant he was showcasing his abs and the print of his dick. Michael was into himself like that.

  Sadi was on his friends list, but if you didn’t know them, then you didn’t know they were married, judging by his Facebook page, although she had pictures of Michael on her page. Neither of them would put their kids on their pages. Had always wanted to keep that part of their lives private. Sadi posted little words of affection on Michael’s page, which he would respond to, but obviously, Summer couldn’t see them, because she wasn’t friends with Sadi.

  I could look at Summer and tell that Michael had left an impression on her. She’d gone from disliking him, because of his connection to me, to being curious about his wife. Clear indication that he’d stirred that female competitiveness with other women within her. While she wondered about me and Michael’s wife, I thought back to the disagreement we’d had while at Underground Atlanta. I shouldn’t have snapped at her, but I’d been that angry and annoyed.

  “You like Michael now, huh?” I asked her to take my mind off it.

  “Not sure. I’m stuck somewhere between infatuation and being in lust.”

  I laughed. “I know the feeling.”

  “Has he called you?” she asked me.

  “Yeah.”

  “You talk to him?”

  “Once or twice.”

  She looked taken aback, like she was offended by my answer. “But you wouldn’t talk to me?”

  “And?”

  Part of me was being honest with her. Another part of me enjoyed the fact that I could ruffle her feathers. There she was, telling me she was in lust with my ex-lover a few minutes after she and I had sexed one another into another realm.

  “You don’t see a problem with that, David?”

  “No.”

  “What?”

  “No,” I repeated.

  “Why?”

  “I don’t love him. His words don’t hurt like yours do.”

  She chuckled and shook her head a bit. “Okay then.”

  “Have you talked to him?” I turned her question on her.

  “We text.”

  “Oh, I see.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “How often are you two texting?”

  “Every other day. Sometimes more than once a day. Sometimes all day. He told me his wife has been giving him hell. Said he missed us and wanted to come back, but he couldn’t, because of her.”

  I smiled wide. She had said the last part of her statement with such nastiness. As if she was mad his wife was demanding that he stay home.

  “Guess you were texting him to get over not talking to me, huh?” I asked sarcastically.

  She looked at me with a slight smirk. “Of course.”

  “I see. Guess I was talking to him to get over not speaking to you too.”

  “Whatever, David.”

  “Feeling’s mutual, Summer, or should I call you Freckles?”

  She screwed up her face at me but couldn’t hide the blush the name Michael had given her. We lay there in silence for a bit. The rain kept falling harder and harder. Then thunder and lightning decided to join the chorus of rain She crawled over me. Straddled my lap and gazed into my eyes. For the longest time, she stared at me as she lay that way. She didn’t make any moves. Didn’t say anything. Just studied me.

  My senses were aware and alert. My manhood could feel the heat of her womanly parts. I made that muscle jump underneath her. She moaned lightly, then smiled. I gave her one in return. The mood was set. Eroticism at its best. We were in a state of arousal and anticipation. We would attempt through whatever means to get there too.

  Summer

  When David and I woke up the next morning, we were sluggish and fulfilled. We’d torn and ripped at one another all night long. I’d missed him over that two-week period. Didn’t want to admit I’d become addicted to the way he sexed me. When I was away from him, I’d sat at home alone, and during those late nights I’d tried to use my Hitachi wand to get that feeling of pure bliss again. My magic wand hadn’t worked, though. I couldn’t work a spell powerful enough to reproduce the orgasms David had given me.

  So, all through the night, we made up for the lost time. I was sore. So sore that I was barely walking. There were bruises on my inner thighs from when he had pushed my knees behind my ears. Bruises showed where he had licked, sucked, and bit on them. It looked as if I’d been battered and beaten on the insides of my thighs. But all the pain was so worth it in the end. I’d never known satisfaction the way I knew it with David.

  We rose slowly. Showered sluggishly. And even though I was too sore to take any more, when he entered me from behind, slid between my slippery petals, and penetrated me until I could give only whimpers, instead of my usual moans, I knew what it was to have an out-of-body experience. Warm water beat down on us as we experienced nirvana again. God, he was all over me. Licked and kissed me everywhere, from the front to the back. David tickled my brown star with his tongue. Introduced me to another realm of pleasure when he let his thumb linger there while he pushed in and out of me slowly.

  I’d lost my mind. Told him to give me more. Shivered when he used my wetness mixed with the water as lubricant to let his thumb slip slowly into me anally. He didn’t give me the whole thing. Just enough for me to know what it was to feel pleasure that way. In that moment I wanted to do or say whatever he wanted me to. The way he smacked my ass and spread my cheeks took me up that elevator to heaven. All aboard, ready or not. David made me come so hard.

  We stayed in that damn shower until the water chilled our bones and we couldn’t stand it anymore. I attempted to cook breakfast, but David chased me through the house. Took me down in my front room and had breakfast his way. We were interrupted by a call from his partner, my boss. He wanted to know if David could take his place in court the following Monday. I took him down deep in the back of my throat as he took that phone call.

  Licked his balls and made him stutter as he talked about a client possibly serving prison time for the aggravated assault charges brought against him. He spit out legal terms, while I spit on his dick. Spit on i
t and slurped it all back up. I made it nasty for him. Swallowed his whole manhood until he could feel my throat close when I swallowed. I did that humming thing he liked. Performed the act of fellatio so well, it made him hang up on his partner as he released that pent-up aggression. I kept sucking and sucking until he snatched me by the back of my hair and shoved me backward. I’d tried to suck all the life he had to give me and to leave only a husk of the man he’d been.

  “Shit. Sorry,” he muttered, trying to catch his breath. He looked like he was about to cry. That beautiful nut he released weakened him more. “I’m sorry, baby.” His body jerked and twitched as his head lolled back. He licked his lips while trying to catch his breath. “I didn’t . . . didn’t mean to push you. . . . Sensitive . . .”

  He was having trouble breathing. I smiled. Got up off my naked ass and walked over to kiss him. Breathed for him until he calmed down.

  We finally got dressed. Headed to the Your Dekalb Farmers Market to pick up some fresh produce and other items for dinner. Walked through a sea of ethnicities and races to get fresh lobsters and crab legs. Grabbed some spinach pasta and ingredients for him to make his homemade Alfredo sauce. Walked over to the beef counter so he could get prime cuts of steak.

  We hadn’t done much talking the night before or during the morning. We’d been so lost in each other that we hadn’t seemed to care about that question that lingered between us. My mind traveled back to when Michael had invaded our world.

  I’d had David, and I’d had Michael. Those two had given me pleasure like I’d never known. Part of me wished Michael would fly back down to us. I wanted a little bit more of him before I said enough. So many thoughts were on my mind when it came to our threesome. I’d seen them touch one another before. The little things they did to one another turned me on. I’d never forget the way my body reacted when I saw their tongues touch for the first time while they lapped at my breasts.