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  Since I was pretty much infatuated with her and would be her slave if she asked me to, I said, “Okay.”

  3

  Langston

  It wasn’t exactly cold outside. This was California, after all, but there was a slight nip in the air, so I rubbed my hands up and down my arms as we stood out on the patio. I smiled when Crew took his sports jacket off and draped it over my shoulders. The damn thing was so huge it swallowed me. I looked up at him, at his muscular arms bulging through his dress shirt and the rest of his body that was the definition of fine. He was shorter than Lucky, maybe five-nine, but he was still taller than my five-five. And he was so, so handsome, dressed impeccably every day of the week, and shit, I wanted him so bad. I’d wanted him from the second I laid eyes on him, way before me and Lucky broke up.

  “To answer your question, no. I don’t still love him. To be honest, we’d grown apart and probably would’ve split long ago had Baldwin not surprised us. I definitely didn’t see a pregnancy coming,” I admitted.

  “So, she wasn’t planned?”

  “Not at all, but I adore her, and I feel privileged to be her mother. Lucky loves her too, so I’m sure she’s why we both stayed in the relationship as long as we did.”

  “I see.”

  “Crew, do you really like me? Like, for real? I’m pretty sober now, so I can handle the truth, Litigator.”

  Smiling, he said, “Yes, I really do. Like, for real.”

  “I like you, too, and not just because you like to eat pussy.”

  He laughed. “Well, I’m glad to hear that. You don’t think I’m a lame?”

  “No, Crew Shabazz, Attorney at Law. I think you’re a damn catch, and any woman who thinks you’re a lame needs to be lobotomized.”

  Paisley stumbled through the patio doors, lipstick smeared, hair all over her head. “There you are! Firsh of all,” she slurred, “I’m so glad you two are together. You really…um…match! You’re both so browwwwn!”

  Wow.

  “And second, Langston, you jush won a priiiize!” she finished.

  “I did!” I trilled. I’d never won one of the New Year’s prizes.

  “Yyyyesh!” Paisley confirmed.

  Handing Crew his jacket, I raced back into the house, into the living room, and squealed when Gilly handed me my prize—a five thousand-dollar check. “Thank you!” I yelled, quickly finding Crew, who’d followed me inside, and hugging him. “I won something, Crew!”

  Smiling, he said, “You sure did!”

  And then we stared at one another, still in each other’s arms, and I swear everyone in the room disappeared as Crew’s face moved closer to mine. My heart sped up and my lips twitched, eager to meet his until a voice said, “Congratulations, Ladasha!”

  Bitch-ass Troy Danvers.

  “I’m ready to go now?” I whispered to Crew.

  “I’m waaaay past ready,” Crew replied. “Danvers is about to get me fired for kicking his ass.”

  “And our last prize, a weeklong Mediterranean cruise, goes to Crew Shabazz!”

  “What?!” Crew shouted

  I took that opportunity to kiss him. Just a quick peck, but it was a nice peck. “Congratulations, Crew!”

  “Oh, I wuzzzzz hoping you choo would get together!” the CEO said. “I love ethnic love!”

  Crew reached around me to take the envelope from Gilly, thanked her and our boss, and then grabbed my hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

  “Yes,” I replied, “let’s.”

  Crew

  “I need to hit the toilet first. All that liquor plus the water has my bladder on tilt,” Langston said.

  I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to me. “Hurry,” I said, and then softly kissed her.

  “I will, Legal Eagle.”

  Shaking my head, I watched her disappear into one of the many bathrooms in the house and pulled out my phone to see where the closest hotel was, because I had plans to eat all of her pussy like a damn pussy goblin if she let me.

  “Hey, uh…can we talk for a second?”

  My head snapped up and up some more to see Lucky hovering over me. Damn, he was tall as hell. “Pardon?” I said.

  “You got a minute to talk?”

  I shrugged. “That depends on the subject. I try to avoid discussing politics. That tends to get very personal.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest. “Nah, not politics. Langston.”

  I crossed my own damn arms over my own damn chest. My muscles were bigger than his. So there was that. “What about her?”

  “Well, I just think you should know that we’re probably going to get back together, so don’t get too comfortable.”

  I nodded. “Duly noted.”

  “Yeah, you know we got a kid together, right? That’s a bond that’ll never be broken.”

  “Okay.”

  “And she likes tall men.”

  I smiled and moved a little closer to his Jolly Green Giant ass, lowering my voice a bit. “Oh, I’m tall enough to take her to my house and fuck the shit out of her after I eat the shit out of her. Believe that.”

  He gave me a smirk, but before he could offer a rebuttal, Langston exited the bathroom. Walking over to me and wrapping her arms around my neck, she asked, “You ready to go, baby?”

  In response, I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her like she was really mine.

  “Mmmm,” she hummed after our kiss had ended, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  “It was actually a hell yes.”

  She giggled, and her ex cleared his throat. “Uh, are you serious, Lang? This is your man now?” he asked.

  “Yep. It’s an hour until the new year, and I’m ringing it in with a new boo. Have a happy new year, Lucky,” she sang.

  “Yeah, Happy New Year, Fucky,” I said.

  “It’s Lucky, nigga.”

  As I began ushering Langston out of the house to the disturbing sound of someone assassinating Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean, I threw him an, “Uh-huh.”

  4

  Crew

  “Where to?” I asked, sitting behind the wheel of her car. Leave it to Langston to own the ultimate muscle car.

  “Don’t you think it’s crazy that you took an Uber here to keep from driving drunk and ended up being my designated driver?” she answered my question with a question.

  “It’s a little ironic, yes.”

  “Yeah…Crew, I heard what you said to my ex while I was in the bathroom. I mean, I heard all of it.”

  I lifted an eyebrow. “You did?”

  “Yep, so can we go do what you told him we were gonna do?”

  “Is that the Auld Lang Syne talking or…”

  “I’m sober. You driving is just a precaution.”

  “Okay, so you want me to take you to my place, and…”

  “Yes, I want to and. I want to and really bad.”

  I started her car with a smile. “All right.”

  Langston

  Crew’s house was huge and gorgeous and everything I expected it to be—super neat and expensive-looking with vaulted ceilings and breathtaking artwork on the walls. As I stood at the base of the staircase in the grand foyer of his modern-style home, I could feel him behind me, watching me.

  “I love it,” I said

  He was right behind me when he replied, “Thanks. I’ll have to give you the full tour…later.”

  Spinning around, I smiled at him. “Crew, you should know that although I’m not one to be unfaithful, I liked you from the moment we met and quickly hit it off. I just never would’ve guessed that you liked me, too.”

  “But I did. I do. Very much. You’re a catch too, you know? Beautiful, intelligent, witty, you’re the total package.”

  “Thank you. Wanna take a shower…together?”

  His eyes widened. “Now? I mean, before we…and?”

  I giggled. “Yeah, I feel, I don’t know? Not dirty but not clean after being at the party. I always feel like I need to wash myself after
I’ve been around a lot of people.”

  “Okay. I’d actually love to take a shower with you. A shower, a walk, a sleep, anything.”

  I smiled as he led me up the staircase.

  Crew

  She looked stunning with her eyes closed as she let the water rain down on her body. I had a huge shower with a seat built into one end of it. So I sat and watched her, my eyes glued to her as she smiled and opened her eyes, letting them land on me.

  “We’re supposed to be taking a shower together,” she reminded me, her eyes sliding from my face down my body. Licking her lips, she added, “Come over here and let me get you clean.”

  I shook my head. “You come over here.”

  That smile of hers grew wider. “Okay, Suit.”

  I had to grin as I watched her saunter over to me, and when she stopped right before me, I lifted my hands to her hips. “Stand up here, on the bench.”

  “What?”

  “Put your feet on either side of my thighs and stand up here. You can brace yourself on the wall behind us.”

  With a furrowed brow, she did as I requested.

  “Spread your legs wider apart,” I said.

  She did, and with my hands on her thighs, I gazed between her legs at her pussy, moved my hands to grip her ass, and pulled her mound to my face, smashing it against my mouth. She moaned as I kissed her bushy pubic hair, and then I opened her pussy lips with one hand, finding a piercing right through her clit. That discovery made my hard dick twitch, so I stroked it as I played with her clit. I heard her hand smack against the shower wall as she groaned with pleasure, and I slid a finger inside her. My groans matched hers as I worked my dick and her pussy in tandem, and then I added my tongue to the mix, flicking it against her clit while I jacked myself off, making Langston scream as my load shot from my dick, and then I pulled her down to my lap and let her taste her juices on my tongue.

  Glancing at the digital shower clock, I said, “Happy New Year, Langston.”

  Her eyelids were low as she snaked her tongue out to lick my lips. “Happy New Year, Crew.”

  5

  Langston

  I woke up in his bed, my eyes greeted by bright sunlight streaming through sheer curtains. His bedroom was just as beautiful as the rest of his house, and as I watched him step from the en suite bathroom back to the bed, I smiled.

  “Ah, you’re up! Good morning,” he said, giving me a good dose of his dimples.

  “Good morning to you.”

  He climbed into the bed, spreading his body over mine and kissing me tenderly. Peering down at me, he asked, “You hungry?”

  I reached between us, rubbing my hand over his dick through his underwear. “For you, yes.” We’d both met our happy endings last night just from the appetizer. Now, I wanted the entrée.

  With raised eyebrows, he asked, “Is that right? Let me see what I can do about that.”

  He left my body, dug in a nightstand drawer, and unearthed a pack of condoms. Seconds later, he was standing next to the bed, had joined me in my nakedness, and was covering his remarkable erection. Then he was back, settling between my open legs, kissing me, rubbing his dick against my clit, licking my neck, sucking my titties, and with one long thrust, he was inside of me. My back left the bed as I sucked in a breath.

  “Crew…” I whimpered.

  “Damn,” he muttered. “You feel...damn!”

  The scent of our sex wafted into my nose as our bodies made slippery sounds, our breathing harsh and labored. He used the fingers of one hand to stroke my clit, continuing to fuck me as his mouth found my right nipple.

  Digging my nails in the flesh of his back, I cried, “Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

  His mouth left my breast as he gazed down at me, and said, “As good as this pussy is? I don’t ever want to stop.”

  His incredible stroke game had me feeling all kinds of good and confused. This was what I’d been missing out on fooling with men like Lucky? Shit! I didn’t want it to end, but if it didn’t end, I was at least sixty-three percent sure I was going to lose my entire mind.

  Pleasure crawled inside my core and compounded to the point that when I finally climaxed, I literally cried tears from the assault on my senses. And then he kissed me, moaning into my mouth as he met his own release.

  *****

  This man cooked breakfast for me after dicking me all the way down, and the food was good! French toast, bacon, scrambled eggs, damn! He was just too good to be true. I really really wished he was mine.

  “Langston?” His voice made my coochie tingle.

  I looked up from the food I’d been Hoovering, fixing my eyes on him. “Yes?”

  “What do you think about us actually doing this couple thing and seeing where things go?”

  I smiled. “So you wanna be my new boo for real?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “I’d love that, Crew.”

  He grinned. “Good. Um, my son is with his mother this week. What time do you have to pick your daughter up from the sitter?”

  “She’s with my mom, so I don’t have to pick her up anytime soon.”

  “Then let’s go back to bed, baby.”

  “Yes sir, Officer of the Court, let’s.”

  A southern girl at heart, Alexandria House has an affinity for a good banana pudding, Neo Soul music, and tall black men in suits. When this fashionista is not shopping, she’s writing steamy stories about real black love.

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