Page 60 of Widow Mayker

His eyes met mine, and in them I saw the selflessness and patience that he’d spoken of. If Kody was capable of sharing his life, I had to try and meet him halfway.

“It was when my parents dropped me off at college.” Giggling, I recalled, “He cried like a baby and begged me to go back home with them.” That was the most vulnerable I’d ever seen my father. Then, everything inside the dungeon happened. I still remember how DJ so callously chose his and my father’s life over me and my mother. “The night he was killed was also meaningful,” I mumbled.

“How so?”

“Adir offered DJ the opportunity to save two people. DJ chose my father and himself. My father never attempted to take up for me and my mother. In fact, he gloated in the fact that DJ chose to save him. Of course, Adir righted their wrongs.” Sighing, I wasn’t expecting to feel lighter, but I did. “That night is meaningful because it was the night I vowed to never trust a man ever again.”

“But we’re here now,” Kody drawled. “And regardless of what you say, you ain’t goin’ anywhere.” Kody’s ability to be funny with a straight face had really ought to be studied. “When we leave this table, we’re leaving them niggas right here. Agreed?”

I nodded. “Agreed.” It would be hard, but I’d try.

“So, tell me what made you want to be a financial analyst, and I’ll tell you about my third love, winemaking.”

“What are your first two loves?” I questioned, curiously.

“Not what. Who. Charnice and Kimberly McAroy.”

Grinning, I replied, “Oh.”

My shoulders relaxed, and I spent the next ten minutes explaining why I chose to work with numbers. Afterwards, Kody gave me the rundown on winemaking and why he loved it so much. Halfway through him talking, I realized that I could listen to him talk about his love of wine forever.

KODY

“You’ve been practicing, baby,” I crooned.

Heir and I were inside the shower, and she was on her knees pleasing me in the best way. While my dick stretched her pouty, glossed lips, her eyes possessed a gentle sparkle. She never took them off me and focused on the faces I made as she pleasured me. She did something with her tongue, causing me to hiss in satisfaction. I tapped the back of her throat, activating her gag reflex. She didn’t stop, though, wrapping one of her hands around my length to increase my pleasure.

Oh, shit. She had been practicing. She read my thoughts and went harder. Gritting my back teeth, I anchored myself with a fistful of her hair and gently fucked her mouth.

“You doin’ so good, baby.” I had to give it to her. I asked her to practice and now she had me ready to reward her. Her other hand slid up my thigh, past my pelvic, up my lower abdomen to rest on my chest. The contact of her skin against mine, coupled with her intense eye contact, drove me crazy.

Snatching my dick out of her mouth, I said, “Open up.”

She opened up, stuck her tongue out, and accepted the reward I had for her. An hour later, we were in bed, she was on top of me, riding me better than anyone who’d ever had the pleasure. With her head thrown back, and her mouth partially opened, she made the perfect vision atop me.

If Heir wasn’t careful, I was going to do the craziest shit I’d ever done. Like make her mine forever. If my calculations proved correct, she was likely already growing our child. Her period should’ve been on by now, but as I tried knocking the lining out of her shit, her period was nowhere in sight.

The next morning, I took Heir to have brunch with me, my mama, and Kim. Neither was aware that the other would be there, so when I showed up on my mama’s doorstep, her eyes reflected shock. Heir boldly held her hand out.

“Hi,” she spoke, “I’m Heir. You’re so pretty.”

Once the shock wore off, Mama smiled and shook Heir’s hand. “Well, hi there, Heir. You’re quite stunning yourself.”

“I hear my nephew’s voice,” Katrice said as she joined us in the foyer. She took one look at Heir and gaped. “Wow!” she gushed. “Girl, you are gorgeous!”

Bashfully, Heir grinned. “Thank you.”

Mama took Heir’s hand and said, “How about you join me and Kim in the kitchen? We’re almost done cooking.”

“Sure,” Heir replied. She glanced over her shoulder and wiggled her nose at me as my mama led her to the kitchen.

“Okay, am I missing something?” Katrice questioned. “You and Heir Bell? Not to mention, I’ve known you your whole life and this is the first time you’ve ever brought someone home.” As if a light bulb went off, she gasped. “Oh, Lord! She’s the one. She’s the one. You have to let me be in the wedding.”

I chuckled and grabbed Katrice’s arms to make her calm down. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

She poked her lips out. “She’s gotta mean something if she’s here.”

Of course, Katrice was right, but I wasn’t about to spill my guts to Katrice. She got the picture and clicked her teeth.