Page 19 of The Heart of a Capricorn (BLP Signs of Love #19)

A year passed since Lyric and I made things official and got married in Vegas. She thought I was playing, but the day after I asked her to marry me, I had her down at the chapel.

Ciara and their coworker, Shelly, were the only two people there. Our parents weren’t thrilled about it, but they got over it.

Those days not being around her, or even being able to talk to her, let me know just how deep my feelings were for her.

My team and I apprehended the dude the minute the plane landed in Atlanta, but we had to stay there for a few days to debrief and to make sure there were no other threats. Apparently, he worked alone, and once we deemed everything secure, we went our separate ways.

There was no way I wasn’t going to head back to Lyric, especially because of how worried she’d been before I left.

Now that we were together, she still had her worries, but not as bad as they were.

Once she and her team finished their project, she and I spent a few days in Vegas to celebrate our marriage. When we made it back home, we spent as much time as possible. Two months later, we purchased a house together.

There were no babies at the moment, but I damn sure enjoyed trying to make one with her. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. We fucked all over our four-bedroom, three-bathroom house. There wasn’t a surface untouched.

We spent a lot of time in the house, doing simple shit like cooking together and watching movies.

Lyric even got me into doing crossword puzzles with her.

Sometimes we competed to see who could finish first. The prizes ranged from cleaning to cooking, to the loser performing oral sex on the other.

We liked to please each other, so either way, we each won.

Work had been good for both of us. Luckily, I hadn’t had any high-stakes assignments since Vegas, and that gave Lyric some relief.

Lyric and the women at Tech Angels had a new assignment, but it was local this time.

When they had to fly to Arizona for a week, I was right there with Lyric.

In the daytime, she worked, and at night, we explored the city.

I had to force her to take a break from work at times.

Her determination had been a gift and a curse.

Lucky for us, it was Labor Day weekend, and Ciara was adamant about the company being closed on the weekends and holidays.

Since we were both off, we decided to host a cookout at our house.

I left the house to get some meat to cook and a couple of other last-minute things Lyric forgot to pick up.

“What’s up, L?” I greeted when I walked into the kitchen.

Lyric turned away from the dish she was in the middle of fixing and smiled at me.

“What’s up, Tank?” She smirked.

I walked up to her and pulled her into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck as she stared up at me.

“You know what that name does to me,” I reminded her as I squeezed her ass in the black leggings she wore.

The cookout wouldn’t start for another few hours, and since we still had to clean up and cook some stuff, Lyric walked around in leggings and a crop top. Leggings were my favorite on her because of how they made her ass look.

“Nope, I don’t know what it does.”

I picked her up and placed her on the counter. I moved the bowl that was on the counter to the other side.

I ran my hand up her leg until I reached her pussy. With her pussy in my hand, I asked, “Oh, you don’t?” I traced the lining of it with my finger.

She moaned. I loved how turned on she got whenever I touched her.

“No. You gonna show me?” The corner of her lip curled upward, as her left eyebrow rose.

“You know I am. Lift up,” I told her as I grabbed the waistband of her pants.

Her thick ass hips and thighs lifted off the counter, and I pulled her pants down.

I smiled when I noticed that she wasn’t wearing panties.

I didn’t think there was a day that Lyric wore panties in the house, unless she was on her period.

Any other time, it was bare pussy, and that made things so much easier for me.

Especially when she wore one of my T-shirts or one of the many nightgowns she owned.

There was still so much more to do before everyone came, so this session wouldn’t be long, but it would be enough to hold us over until the night was over.

I pushed her legs open wider and dove straight in. Her wetness greeted my tongue when it touched her flesh.

She put her hand on the top of my head and pumped her hips to match my tongue. I ate her pussy like I was starving, because I was for her.

Her moans bounced off the walls. “Shit. Tank.”

My dick jumped at the name. She knew what she was doing by calling me that. She wanted me to unleash Tank, but I was trying to hold him back.

“You want Tank, baby?” I asked as I replaced my tongue with my finger.

When I sucked on her clit at the same time, she cried out.

“Yes. Fuck, yes!” She panted.

I kept my finger inside of her while I kissed the crook of her neck, then her chin and lips.

“You know I’ll give you the world, baby. You want Tank, I’ll give you Tank.”

I closed my eyes when I entered her. She still felt so damn good, and wet. She wrapped her legs around my back as I stroked her pussy.

She put her hand on my stomach, but I smacked it away.

“Nah, don’t fight it now. You wanted Tank, so you gonna take Tank.” My pumps increased faster and harder.

I made sure she came twice before I let off inside of her.

“How am I supposed to be a good host when I don’t want to do anything but go to sleep?” Lyric asked when we were finished.

I glanced at my watch. I was still lodged inside of her, but I needed to move before we went another round.

“You have time for a little nap. Is there anything I could do to help you?”

Whenever I could do something to help ease her mind, I did, and she did the same for me.

“No. Can you come cuddle with me?”

There was no way to tell her no when she looked at me the way she did.

I placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Of course I can.”

I picked her from the counter and carried her upstairs to our bedroom.

Sleep wasn’t a part of the plan, but I had time to cuddle with my wife if that was what she wanted.

If she fell asleep, I would get up to finish straightening up and preparing the rest of the side dishes.

I knew how she liked certain towels in the guest bathrooms and the air fresheners she liked in the spare bedrooms. She was particular about shit I didn’t think about, but I made sure I complied with her rules.

When we got in bed, Lyric had her back against my chest while I ran circles on the side of her stomach.

I set an alarm, to be on the safe side, because my eyes had suddenly gotten heavy.

“This year has been perfect, and I’m glad we found each other again,” Lyric said as she pulled the covers over us.

“I’m glad, too. Who would have thought I’d steal the heart of a Capricorn ?”

Lyric turned to face me. “And what does that mean?”

I chuckled at the frown on her face.

“Calm down. It just means I know how career-driven y’all tend to be. I also know how mean y’all can be, but you are the sweetest one I know.” I kissed her nose. “Besides my mom, of course,” I teased.

“Mhm.” Her lips twisted. “You lucky I can’t argue with you right now after you put that good D on me.”

Laughter rumbled from my stomach.

I kissed her shoulder. “Trust me, I’ll be ready when you are. Get some rest, baby.” I pulled her into my chest and rubbed her back.

Lyric and I balanced each other out, and as her breathing slowed, I stared at her and thought about how perfect life had been since we’d been back together.

Her heart was mine, and my goal was to keep it forever.

The End!