Don't Ever Tell. Brandon Massey

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СКАЧАТЬ Now take that same feeling that you’d sacrifice it all for her, and multiply it by ten—that’s how you’ll feel when you have children.”

      “How’d you feel when Ariel was pregnant?”

      “Tired as hell. She’d be snoring so loud and rolling around in the bed so much I got maybe two hours of sleep a night. Sometimes I had to sleep in the guest room.”

      “Seriously? What else?”

      “When she was walking around with my babies growing in her? Dude, if you had looked at her the wrong way, I might have jacked you. Some superman, protective thing kicks in. I didn’t want her to go anywhere alone. Didn’t want her to drive or lift anything. I was sort of tripping out for a minute.”

      “Sounds like it. Anyway, like I said, it’ll be a while before Rachel and I get to that point.”

      “Do some traveling, yeah. Get your money right. Spend some more time getting to know each other.”

      “We already know each other pretty well, or else we wouldn’t have gotten married.”

      “Nah, dawg. You’re only six months in—you don’t know each other yet. Talk to me after ten years.”

      “There you go.” Joshua shook his head. “Newlyweds don’t get any respect.”

      “It’s all relative. My folks have been married damn near forty years, and they look at me and Ariel like we just met yesterday.”

      “I hear you. Hey, be back in a minute—I’m gonna grab another crab cake before they’re all gone.”

      Joshua started to rise off the couch—and spilled his soda. Cola splashed onto the beige carpet. He swore under his breath and looked around for a napkin.

      “I’ll take care of that,” Rachel said, suddenly beside him with a delicate hand on his arm.

      “Sorry. You know how clumsy I can be.”

      “Don’t say that, baby.” She took a wadded napkin and pressed it against the darkening damp spot on the carpet. “Can you get some more ice out of the garage, please? Tanisha wants to make some strawberry daiquiris.”

      “Sure.”

      “Thanks, love.”

      Joshua glanced at Eddie, who had followed their interaction with amusement, and headed to the garage to fetch a bag of ice from the freezer. Eddie, he knew, could remember a time when his spilling a drink at a party would have provoked a hurtful remark from whoever happened to be his girlfriend at the moment. He had been dating since he was a teenager, but Rachel was the first woman who truly loved him for who he was, clumsiness and all.

      Sometimes, he honestly wondered how she had fallen in love with him in the first place. He was no one special. He wasn’t rich—he was a freelance graphic designer, and earned a reasonable but unremarkable income. He wasn’t particularly handsome—though he was tall and husky, he wore thick glasses to correct a bad case of astigmatism, which back in the day his classmates had teasingly called “Coke bottles.” And he sure as hell wasn’t suave—no man with a knack for knocking over drinks, bumping into people, or dropping dishes could be considered smooth by any stretch of the imagination.

      Further mystifying him was the fact that she, by comparison, was perfect. Sweet-hearted. Intelligent. Successful in her chosen profession as a hair salon owner and stylist. Supportive of his goals, and pursuing goals of her own. And not to overlook, she was absolutely fine—five feet six, with big pretty brown eyes, smooth skin the color of honey, and a body that would have roused the pulse of a dead man. Although he had often dreamed of finding a woman like Rachel, it had seemed one of those farfetched fantasies, like one might have of hitting the lottery some day.

      But somehow, he had found her—and when he had told Eddie that he would die for her, he meant it.

      Around nine, the last guest departed, and blessed calm took over the house. Joshua collapsed on the love seat in the family room, legs too tired to stand any more.

      A minute later, Rachel entered from the kitchen. She eased onto his lap, languidly stretched her arms above her head, and released a deep sigh.

      “Finally, we can relax,” she said.

      Coco, the three-year-old Chihuahua that Rachel had brought to their relationship, scampered across the room and leaped onto Joshua’s lap, too. Restless from being caged upstairs during the party, the dog whined and tried to kiss Joshua on the mouth, and he gently nudged her away.

      “Daddy doesn’t want to give you smooches now, sweetie,” Rachel said. She plucked Coco off his chest and tucked the dog against her breast like a purse. “Daddy’s saving his kisses for Mommy.”

      Tail wagging, the dog looked at Joshua longingly.

      “I think she needs a boyfriend,” he said. “Anyway, what do you think about the party? I thought it was a hit.”

      “Me, too. It was a lot of work, but everyone seemed to have a good time.”

      He studied her face. Although she had channeled her energies into hosting the party, he’d had the nagging sense that she was distracted by something. A couple of times during the event, he’d noticed her off to herself, not speaking to anyone, her gaze clouded, as if she were deeply immersed in thought.

      Now, however, her eyes only looked tired.

      “Are you feeling okay?” he asked.

      She nodded.

      “Just wrung out.”

      “Too bad tomorrow’s Monday. I’d love to sleep in.”

      “Oh, you’re funny. You can sleep in, Mr. I Work from Home. I have to get up at the ass crack of dawn and open a salon.”

      “I meant I’d love to sleep in together.” He touched her leg.

      “Oh?” Mischief sparkled in her eyes.

      “I’d like one of those long, lazy mornings. Hugging, cuddling.”

      “Hugging, cuddling, and other bedroom activities.”

      “Something like that.”

      “I can tell Tanisha I’ll be in late and have someone cover my appointments.” She set Coco on the floor. Then she placed her hand on his groin, and slowly began to massage.

      “But why wait until tomorrow morning to get started?” she asked.

      “You’re not too tired?”

      “Are you?” She squeezed him.

      He groaned.

      “Let’s go upstairs.”

      “Let’s not.”

      She began to pull her sweater over her head.

      Although he thought he had a healthy sex drive, she was often insatiable. He knew she had been with men before him—though he СКАЧАТЬ