Page 11 of Only a Gemini Will Do

“Yes! Yes, fuck, Kareem, give it to me, baby!”

“Fuck,” I panted, feeling the tingling in my legs. “Where you want me to nut at?”

She moaned. “Cum inside me.”

With one final thrust, I bathed her insides with my seed, groaning out her name like my favorite song. Our breathing was ragged, and our bodies were wet with a mix of sweat and shower water. I slowly pulled out of her, pulling her into my arms as we both sat on the shower seat to catch our breath.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot better,” I acknowledged, kissing her forehead.

Sawyer could only giggle in response as I began to lather up a cloth with body wash and gently clean her body. “Me too. I could do that again . . . and again . . .” she purred, trailing her fingernails down my chest.

I couldn’t help but grin. “Say less, shawty. I can handle that.”

The next morning.

My eyes crackedopen the minute the sun came up. I hadn’t slept past sunrise since arriving in Rio. Only, this was my first time waking up next to Sawyer. I didn’t think the sex could get even better than it was a few months ago, but it had. Maybe it was the pregnancy. Maybe it was the fact that she was the first woman I’d cared about in a long time, possibly ever. Whatever it was, she had a nigga caught in her clutches.

I slowly twisted my neck in her direction, watching as she slept peacefully on her side. I let my heavy, tattooed arm encircle her waist, my palm gently connecting with her belly. She lightly stirred in her sleep, barely fazed.I was still scared out of my mind about becoming a father, but there was something about watching her rest and knowing my seed was growing inside of her that made me wanna do everything in my power to make sure I was there for her. For them.

I eased out of bed, careful not to wake her. I trekked down the hall barefoot and shirtless toward the kitchen. The scent of coffee wafted through the apartment as sunlight began to spill through the windows, casting tiger stripes across the floor. Kadeem was standing at the counter rubbing sleep from his eyes with one hand while stirring his coffee with the other. I dapped him up, my eyes still heavy with sleep, although my racing thoughts wouldn’t let me stay in bed a minute longer.

“Sup?” he greeted me.

I didn’t respond immediately. “Sawyer’s here.”

“Yeah. I heard.” He snickered. “These walls thin, nigga. I don’t think you realize how loud y’all asses were last night.”

“That’s called payback, nigga.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, aight.”

“She told me last night I was gonna be a father,” I blurted out, eyes searching my brother’s face for his initial reaction.

His hand stopped mid-stir as he glanced at me to see if I’d crack a smile or show any signs of joking. I wasn’t. This shit was far from a joke.

“You for real, nigga, or you playing?”

“Does it look like I’m playing?”

“Oh shit,” he responded, slapping my shoulder. “Welcome to the mothafuckin deep end, twin.”

My exhale blew audibly. “I know, right? It’s either sink or swim now.”

Kadeem shook his head, probably still in as much disbelief as I was. “You’re going to be someone’s dad. That’s wild.”

I nodded with a look of unease flickering across my expression. “I didn’t sleep much,” I admitted. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how we’d make it work. We talked about it a little bit last night, but you already know this shit is sticky, twin. And now there’s a fuckin’ kid in the mix.”

Kadeem leaned against the counter, his tatted brown arms folded across his chest as the weight of our reality settled in. “You damn right this shit is sticky.”

“She’s there. I’m here. I don’t even know what the fuck our next move is. I feel like I’ve got one foot in Florida and one foot here. I didn’t expect to feel this . . . torn. Like, do I risk it all and move back? I don’t wanna be a fuckin’ ghost to my kid.”

“Yeah. That’s the hardest fuckin’ part.” Kadeem agreed from experience.

We stood in silence for a second, silently weighing our options. Then, the sound of soft footsteps creaked down the hallway. I turned automatically, and Kadeem’s gaze followed mine. Sawyer appeared barefoot, dressed in one of my oversized T-shirts, and her lengthy dark hair tousled from sleep. Her beautiful brown eyes were still heavy, but she managed to crack a small smile when she saw us.

“Morning,” she greeted us with a slight wave.

Kadeem nodded. “Mornin’,” he replied before his attention dropped to the slight curve of her belly, barely visible beneath my shirt. “And congrats.”