Page 15 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
“Why you acting brand new, Emerald? I’m the nigga that bought you pads when you started your period on a school trip, and chocolate, and lent you my jacket so everybody wouldn’t see that shit. You had a nigga on picnics and reading poetry on some Love Jones shit. And I never even got to hit.”
Chuckling, I couldn’t help but shake my head as he smashed the rib and tossed the bone onto a napkin.
“I can’t believe you remember all that.”
“I remember everything,” he confessed in a soft murmur.
The warmth in his tone forced me to look into his eyes and get lost in them.
“I can’t pretend I’m not surprised that you walked in that clinic today or that Jordan chose you as our surrogate. I just want to make sure before you do this, we on the same page.”
“I get it. You’re married, and the past is the past. I’m not trying to stir anything up, and I won’t say anything to Jordan.”
“She’s going to push this friendship because she doesn’t have a lot of real friends. We’ve had several miscarriages, and I think they all took a toll on her. Having this baby means everything to her, and she’s my wife.”
“You don’t have to worry?—”
“That’s the thing. I am worried.” He reached for a napkin to wipe his fingers. “Because the minute I saw you again, I wanted you.”
Startled by his words, I gripped the back of the chair across from him.
“We’ll just have to play it like we did back then. You made it easy, hiding your feelings. Then and now. I’m not trying to come between you and Jordan either. I have enough on my plate. This surrogacy is going to help me and my brother bounce back. I need that more than anything.”
“So you’re okay with carrying our baby?” Ivo tested me.
Hearing him say it like that left my stomach hollowed. Our baby . Shit sounded crazy after all this time.
“I have to be.”
He took his time standing and moving closer to me, leaving no personal space between us as his arm rested around my waist. A waft of his expensive cologne struck my nose, making my panties moist as he cupped my cheek and searched my eyes.
“You still the prettiest damn thing in the room,” he complimented me.
“Ivo—” I tried to nudge him off me, but he wouldn’t budge.
Slightly bowing, he crushed his supple lips against mine in a soul-stirring kiss.
Our tongues danced like old friends, and a soft whimper slipped through my lips when his hand fell on my ass and gave it a squeeze.
I didn’t even care that he tasted like barbecue.
Feeling his third leg growing was too much, and I found the strength to push him off me.
“We aren’t doing this. You need to go. Don’t call me anymore or ask to see me.” I whispered, eyes misting. “The only time I’ll be around is when Jordan is. That’s how this has to work. I’m not going to break up a marriage.”
“It should have been you.” He grabbed my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. “But you left me, and now you’re here, about to give me the one thing my wife can’t, and you telling me you can’t be the reason a nigga slip up?”
“You married her, Ivo. That changed everything. She ain’t just some girlfriend, you put a ring on it.”
“I was sad and lonely, Emerald. Part of me thought it was petty too. A way to get back at you for letting your fucked-up ass daddy keep us from being together.”
“It wasn’t all on him,” I argued, pushing myself away from him.
“Nah, it wasn’t. You allowed it. He’s gone now, and we right here… together.” He muttered that last word and fused his mouth to mine again.
Damn him for sucking me in! That kiss had me wanting more, but knowing it was dead wrong for us to take it there.
This time, he scooped me off the ground and gripped my thighs once my legs snaked around his waist. His slow, sensual kisses were activating my hormones.
I hadn’t dated or even thought about it since being back.
The last time I had sex was with Juke right before the shit hit the fan.
I’d self-pleasured, of course, but my head wasn’t in it to be entertaining anybody past an orgasm.
This was different. This was history in the fucking making, and despite my moral compass screaming at me that this was wrong in more ways than one, I couldn’t resist.
“Where’s your room?” Ivo questioned between kisses.
“In the back,” I moaned.
He carried me through my apartment, nastily kissing me the entire way.
My door was closed, but he pressed my back against it and reached for the knob at the same time.
Ivo wasted no time undressing not only me but himself.
When his tongue brushed across my sensitive bud, my back arched off the bed, and I saw stars in the daytime.
Every flick of his tongue across my pearl encouraged the fountain of wetness to flow until I broke like a damn, and he lapped up every drop.
“This shit taste so fucking good.” He applied soft kisses along my inner thighs when he was done. “I’m keeping this, Em. Ain’t no running this time, mama.” The rest of the world had faded, and all I needed in this moment was him.
He hovered over me, his face scrunched up in desire and passion as he gripped the tip of his dick. Toying with my slick slot, Ivo plunged into my snug walls until he hit bottom. I knew from the way he fit inside me that I would never be the same. The warm throb of his dick left me breathless.
“I’m home,” Ivo whispered against my lips before stealing a kiss and easing his tongue between my teeth.