Page 67 of Spending Forever With You

“Agh!” I gasped as his tongue danced on my clit. His flicks sped up, so I held on to his head for support while I ground my pussy further into his mouth as he built me up to my first of many orgasms he would give me in his old bedroom.

I couldn’t believe I had just gotten back with my ex-husband.

He’s your husband, Hollis!

My muthafucking husband.

I stretched and remembered my whole body was hating me from the makeup sex Luke and I had been having since the day we added the benefits to our relationship. Months of getting bomb ass dick had my body sore but my smile wide.

I turned slightly to look at Luke who was still sleeping. I smirked when I noticed he was holding the ends of my hair in his other hand. This man was serious about not letting me go.

It had been a long time since I'd seen this side of Luke. The passion in his eyes that day reminded me of the side of him that used to chase me down until I talked to him or until we made up.

I sighed lightly before I kissed his lips, then removed his arm and hand so I could get my day started. I’d blown off work again, so I knew Omar had left countless messages. I just told him I was working on Shepherd still, which was bullshit. I stopped digging. Angie had officially made it to the friends circle, so I knew her life was off limits. I just hadn’t told Omar yet.

I grabbed his robe then made my way upstairs so I could handle my hygiene.

By the time I came back downstairs, Luke was still sleep, so I decided to be a good wife and make breakfast and prep his ritual meal.

I got busy, cooking what I remembered was his favorite. Luke was a simple man who enjoyed savory foods generally, but he had a weak sweet tooth for cinnamon rolls. Well, mine.

I didn’t bake from scratch, no, but I could jazz up a can of rolls easily. The trick was to let the rolls rise for at least twenty minutes before baking them with a little heavy whipping cream and extra cinnamon and sugar. If I was feeling fancy or drunk off dick, I would add either cookie butter or fruit to take them up a notch. Today, I added peaches to the rolls.

As soon as I pulled them out of the oven, Luke appeared from his room in just a pair of basketball shorts, looking good as hell. I hated how I licked my lips as I eyed him lustfully. He made his way over to me, smelling good as hell as he leaned in to kiss my temple.

“Mmm… I got up just in time. Morning, Hershey baby.”

“I swear you did. The eggs and sausage ain’t done yet though,” I said as Luke ignored me, going for one of the cinnamon rolls, causing me to chuckle as he moaned his approval.

I laid the turkey patties in the iron skillet, shaking my head, then turning to watch him enjoying my food.

“What’s the occasion for your famous cinnamon rolls this morning? Is this your way of saying I did my thing last night?”

I pressed my lips together as I held my head to the side at his choice of words.

“Um… definitely not. This is what wives do. We get up, clean, and cook. I even started the prep for your lunch. Oh yeah, I meant to ask… I went for groceries and got the ingredients for your pregame meals. You still eat the burrito bowls I used to make, right? If not, I can find something else to make with what I have.”

He nodded, finishing the cinnamon roll while I put my attention back on the stove for a moment, cracking the eggs into the skillet.

“Yeah, you know I don’t change much once it’s routine. I got Kay making them now though. I tried maybe once or twice, shit I can’t remember. All I know is the shit was horrible.” We shared a laugh as I shook my head.

“Well, I got it from here. I’ll let Kay know,” I said with confidence. Cousin or not, I would be the only one cooking for my husband and the cocky ass smirk on his handsome face let me know he peeped that shit too.

I licked my lips, prepared to say some slick shit until the sound of the doorbell prevented the words from forming. Instead I said something else.

“You expecting someone?” I asked as my brows furrowed with Luke shaking his head as he washed his hands.

“Naw.”

I didn’t know why I stepped forward as if I were going to get the door but Luke’s frown and arms stopped me.

“Baby, what the fuck you on? Since when have you ever gotten the door when I was home?”

“Luke, you act like I’m handicapped. I can answer the damn door, even when you’re here. I mean, according to you and the people, this is my place of residency too. Now can I go see who’s at the door?” Luke grabbed my hand, kissing the back.

“Hell no, and it is, but baby, that could be anyone. What if it’s a shooter? I want them to get me instead of getting you. I keep telling you I get the doors, that includes this one. These hands can do other things, like cooking the food you have on the stove. Just focus on that, baby.” Luke flashed a grin that had me kissing my teeth, snatching away from him just as the bell rang again.

“Ugh, whatever. Go get the door, please. We don’t know who it is and they’re waiting.” I turned around, flipping the sausages.