Make You Mine. Niobia Bryant

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      “You told me that morning after y’all’s big night that the sex was amazing . That was your word, right?”

      Caress bit her bottom lip. “And your point is?”

      “None of that old fire has blazed up between y’all…yet?”

      Caress looked up and caught sight of her reflection. There were a gazillion wrinkles in her clothes from being balled up in the basket after she took them out of the dryer. Her ponytail was as crooked as a politician and she had a zit as big as Mount Everest on her chin—she added acne to her list of side effects from pregnancy. “I don’t how Julius can resist all this,” she said sarcastically.

      When it came to their interactions in the house, it was as if that night at her apartment had never happened. There was nothing remotely sexual between them. Most of their conversation was limited to greetings or general pleas-antries. Most of their time was spent either passing each other in the house or closed off in their own worlds—him in the darkroom or his bedroom and she in the living room or her bedroom.

      Caress barely knew much more about the father of her baby than she did before.

      He listened to jazz music.

      He was a neat freak.

      He liked sports.

      He didn’t have much company.

      He liked to read mystery novels.

      Oh and the one fact she knew from the first night. The man was devastating…absolutely devastating in bed.

      Caress winced just a bit as she thought of this hot little move he did with the tip of his tongue. She shivered at the memory of it on her neck, her nipples, her clit. Caress fanned herself. Yes, his tongue should be licensed to thrill.

      “Uh…earth to Caress.”

      Her eyes darted to the cell phone on the dresser as Tamara’s voice filled the air. She picked it up and left the room in search of her favorite past time. Television. “I’m here, girl,” she said, taking the phone off of speaker.

      “So…no nookie?”

      Caress rolled her eyes heavenward. “Maybe you and Kendrick need a little freakfest because you sure have sex on the brain.”

      “You might be right,” Tamara agreed. “He’s been working a lot of overtime lately.”

      Caress jogged down the stairs and walked into the kitchen to grab a fresh bottle of her beloved fruit punch Snapple. “Well, tell Kendrick to stop punching that time card and put in some work at home.”

      “Sounds to me like Julius has got some cleaning up to do around there,” Tamara shot back playfully.

      Caress opened the bottle and took a deep swig of it before she headed back out of the kitchen to the living room, the lone room in the entire house with a television. “Yes, but Julius is not my husband. Hell, he ain’t even my man. Hell, he ain’t even my friend with benefits.”

      “Aww, poor baby,” Tamara teased.

      Caress grabbed the remote from atop the leather ottoman in the center of the spacious masculine-styled room. “Listen, you’re using up my minutes. Call me later,” she said, turning on the flat screen over the fireplace.

      “Let’s go to Mahogany’s Friday night. My treat,” Tamara added softly.

      “Okay,” she agreed reluctantly. Caress had her pride and she hated charity, but during her working days she and Tamara had treated each other often. Besides, she could use a night away from the house.

      She closed the phone and set it on the arm of the chair as she used the other hand to flip through the channels.

      She had just settled on a rerun of Run’s House on MTV when she heard the front door open and close. Julius. He was home early. She looked over her shoulder expecting him to peek his head inside the living room, but all she heard was the sound of him jogging up the steps.

      Caress tried to ignore the sting of disappointment she felt.

      Maybe he had a date and just came home to change before he went back out. It had crossed her mind over the last two weeks just how much time he spent away from the house. She knew having an unwanted housemate (who was pregnant with his child) had to be cramping his style.

      Suddenly feeling hungry, Caress threw off the mink throw she had put across her lap and made her way back to the kitchen. She wasn’t sure if it was the baby or the emotional mess that made her crave a snack, but she wasn’t going to deny it. She grabbed a big bowl and heaped it with Rum Raisin ice cream and then added tons of caramel and whipped cream. The very thought of digging into it made her do a little dance. As she slid a big scoop of the cold and creamy delight into her mouth, she did The Wop, an old school dance move.

      A chuckle from behind her made her whirl around in surprise.

      Julius was leaning in the doorway watching her with a huge grin on his face. He looked good in the fitted white sweater he wore with loose-fitting dark denims. The color perfectly emphasized his dark complexion.

      Caress felt a flutter in her chest as she looked at him. “Hey, Julius,” she said.

      “If it’s that good, than I need to try some,” he teased as he strode into the kitchen with that cocky, bowlegged swagger of his that only hinted that he was well endowed.

      Caress picked up the bowl from the counter and grabbed a clean spoon from the drawer to offer to him. “It’s good to me, but I’m pregnant and loving pickles wrapped in cheese right now.”

      Julius stood before her and the scent of his cologne surrounding her caused her pulse to race. He accepted the spoon and dug out a heap to slide in his mouth.

      Caress’s mouth opened just a bit at the short flick of his tongue against the base of the spoon as he ate the ice cream. Her heart was beating so fast and hard that she worried he would hear it. “Is it good?” she asked, immediately hating the breathlessness of her tone.

      Julius nodded and looked down at her.

      Caress’s cheeks warmed and she felt a warm tingle start at her toes and explode deep within the walls of her core. She intensely remembered the last time she asked him that very same question. The memory made her shiver.

      She had been sprawled out before him in the middle of the bed, her hands caressing the back of his head as he used his tongue to give her core that first intimate stroke.

      “Is it good?” she had asked him then too.

      Julius’s eyes dropped down to her mouth and Caress licked them nervously. Anxiously. Expectantly.

      It would be so easy to fling the bowl of ice cream to the floor and strip Julius of just enough clothing to taste his nipples while she rode him on the floor.

      But she couldn’t.

      She wouldn’t.

      Caress shifted past him and used her spoon to put another scoop of ice cream in her mouth. It melted like snowflakes against СКАЧАТЬ