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She rolled her eyes. "Oh, Markel, please."
This time I couldn't hide my smile.
"Louisiana Love got a sarcastic streak, huh?" I teased, circling my arm around her waist.
She looked up at me and rolled those pretty brown eyes. "Ya little employees bring it out. They?—"
"Yeah, something gotta be wrong with him. Prolly just got out of jail and she taking care of him. Don't get me wrong; Everly always been pretty, but he too, too fine for her."
The loud whisper carried to us, the words slurred. Bitch probably didn't know how loud she was with that liquor in her system. For a second, Love froze. That reaction had me ready to kill a bitch, my eyes already scanning the little groups gathered outside, looking for the culprit. But then another thought came to me. I backed Love against the building, her gaze flying to mine.
"Real, what are you?—”
“I can't wait to get you home," I rumbled.
And then I laid the hottest, wettest kiss on her, my hands traveling all over the figure that I loved, squeezing and stroking the softness of her plush body as my tongue greedily explored her mouth. By the time I pulled back, she was breathless, her eyes squeezed shut, and my dick was hard as fuck.
"Sorry, baby. I know how you feel about PDAs, but you look so good tonight, I couldn't help it. I'm ready for this—" I pulled on the fabric of her jumpsuit, "to come off."
I could feel the eyes on us, the conversations closest to us suddenly hushed or stopped altogether. Love looked up at me wordlessly. I heard a vehicle pull up behind us and Markel let me know it was Juvie. Taking her hand, I led her to the truck and helped her into it. Climbing in, I reached over to buckle her seatbelt before securing mine. She was quiet the whole time. I expected her to go into her little proper, distant mode and tell me which rule I had broken. But she surprised me by leaning over and resting her head against my arm. She took a few deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling slowly, like she needed to center herself. It made me want to turn around, go back, and fuck up everyone at that damn reunion.
When we got to the Stone House, she finally spoke.
"I'm kind of tired, Real. I'm just going to shower and go to bed. I'll see you in the morning. If you get up early, you can catch Granny's breakfast. If not, we have the stuff from the grocery order," she said, voice low.
I nodded, but I had no intention of leaving her alone yet. I went to my room and grabbed lounging clothes and my toiletry bag before letting myself into her room and then her bathroom. I opened the shower door and stepped in.
"Real—"
"Be quiet. I ain't on what you probably think I'm on."
I wasn't there to fuck her. Instead, I pulled her close and held her for a minute. And then I washed her and whispered to her, reminding her of how beautiful and desirable and sexy I found her.
After our shower, I grabbed the oil she was using to moisturize her skin while she was still damp and rubbed it in before helping her dry off. And then I spread her thick frame on the bed and used my mouth and hands to worship every part of her beautiful body. My lips paid homage to her full breasts, her soft, rounded stomach, her thick thighs and calves, the little rolls on her back, the lushness of her ass. Then, I turned her back over and spread her legs to look at her pretty, fat, wet pussy.
"Shit is perfect," I mumbled before diving in.
A long time later, after she finally pushed my face away from her over-sensitive center, I held her close as neither of us slept.
"I mostly ignore bitches like those tonight. I've heard the same shit all my life. I'm going to continue to hear it, living in this body. But I love me and my body and the way I look. You don't have to feel sorry for me, Montréal," she said softly.
I squeezed her tighter.
"I don't. I see your confidence, Love, but we all get shook sometimes. And during those times, I just want to remind you how fucking bad you really are. Your body is only part of it."
She stirred restlessly before speaking again.
"During those times? You talking like you gon' be there. I'm possibly the opps, remember?"
I was over that shit, but I wasn't about to tell her smug ass. Besides, she was still a threat to me, to my fucking heart if she didn’t stop being so difficult.
"You might be, hell. But if you not..."
I let my voice trail off.
"If I'm not?" she finally pressed.
"I got plans for you," I said vaguely.