Page 80 of Widow Mayker

“Shiitt! Sign me the fuck up!”

I chuckled. “I got you, bruh. Don’t ever say I ain’t do anything for you.”

“That’ll never cross my mind. You and Maja flipped my life, and I’m grateful for that shit, dawg. You a real one and so is she.”

I thought about Maja and instantly grinned with pride. “I do have a rare one, huh?”

Lewis chuckled. “She’s too rare, bruh. Man to man, lock her down. You’ll never find another Maja.”

“You’ve never been more accurate in ya life,” I muttered. If my gut was correct, Maja was indeed a rarity that I wasn’t about to let get away.

Later that afternoon, I left the office, still battling frustration. Maja and I had dinner plans that I wasn’t even too excited about. Not because I didn’t want to be around my woman. It was more so because my mind was fucked-up right now. She would sense it and worry. Therefore, I convinced her to have dinner in. I hired a chef for the evening, went by the mall to purchase some gifts for my lady, then stopped by Flo’s Petals for a few dozen fresh roses.

When I arrived home, Maja was dressed in a robe and waiting for me inside the foyer. She accepted the roses and smiled against the petals.

“Thank you, baby,” she crooned as I kissed her lips. She looked freshly showered and moisturized. I had to sit my shit by the door and use both hands to feel her body up. I kissed down her neck, opened the robe, and kissed over her unbound breasts. Instantly, I was hard as hell. She smelled like she wanted me to devour her right here.

She giggled and pried herself out of my arms. Taking my hand, she took me with her up the stairs and to the bathroom. The shower was already steaming, enveloping the bathroom in a soft heated mist. Music played from a speaker positioned on the countertop.

She positioned herself on a cushioned stool, peered at me, and said, “Strip for me.”

Fuck… I was harder now. The demand was presented, so I had to oblige her.

VONSHAE

As I slipped out of my shoes and socks, then sauntered towards her, her eyes darkened, and she tugged at her bottom lip. Keeping about five feet between us, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my chest. Leaving my shirt on for just a minute, I teased her with my fingers, letting them trail down my chest and over my abdomen until they reached the light sprinkling of hair that disappeared into the waistband of my slacks. Her eyes followed every move and stayed on my dick print just a little longer.

Because she stared, I drew closer to her, standing so close to her that the fly of my slacks grazed her plump lips. I grabbed the back of her head and slowly simulated fucking her face. Her newly manicured, red-painted nails skimmed up my thighs, over my dick, and over my abdomen and chest. My muscles quivered from her heated touch. She approved of my body’s response and glanced up at me underneath her long, wispy lashes.

Taking a step back, I let her hands fall away. I bit my bottom lip, caught the beat of the song playing in the background, and proceeded to strip for my woman. There was never an audience of women who compared to the one woman, whose eyes stretched and marveled at the way I performed for her. My skin was wet from the steam of the shower, creating a slick playing field that highlighted the tattoos on my body. By the time the last of my clothing hit the floor, Maja sprang from her front row seat and attacked me.

I ripped the robe from her body as we stumbled into the shower. She climbed up my body, latched her arms around my neck, and nastily kissed me as I slid her down on my dick. She cried out and threw her head back as I dove deep. Cupping my arms under her thighs, I planted her against the wall and got us both comfortable. Her pussy was tight, wet, and suctioning me just right. I sucked on her nipples and was rewarded with an even wetter pussy and even tighter pull.

“Von…” she moaned. “Right there, baby.”

I hit her deeper and reminded her, “I know how to fuck this pussy.” Just for that, I tucked my lip between my teeth and dug her out.

She gasped and clawed at my neck and face. Although she would leave a nigga looking like a cat attacked me, I kept fucking her. The harder she scratched me, the deeper she felt me. Neither one of us couldn’t take much more and exploded together, clinging to each other for dear life.

Over dinner, we were both quiet. Maja’s face was flushed and every so often, I knew she was recalling the way I fucked her in the shower. Her cheeks stained, and her eyes softened with passion.

She was on my mind, too. I sat here thinking about how crazy I was for her. So crazy that I vowed to protect her with everything in me. No matter what the protection looked like, I vowed to do what the fuck her father never did. I vowed to protect my girl.

A little while later, as Maja’s fingers massaged my scalp, I opened my eyes to stare into hers. A content smile rested on her lips, and her glowing skin made her look like an angel. Her birthday was coming in a few weeks, and I had every intention of making it unforgettable. I wanted her to know and see how much I loved her. In the absence of her mother, I wanted her to see just how loving and supportive my family was. I couldn’t bring her mother back, but I was damn sure up to showing her that I had her.

“What’s on your mind?” she quizzed.

“Just thinking about the lengths I would go to protect you.”

Her smile grew, and her fingers massaged even deeper. My eyes slid shut, and a moan escaped my lips. She giggled.

“There’s nothing I won’t do for you, too, Von.”

Her voice was full of surety and fortunately, I knew what Maja was capable of.

***

On the day of Maja’s birthday, I opened my house to a plethora of people. From the city’s dopest nail tech, Nat the Nail Tech, to the city’s most inspirational makeup artist, Shaquansia, my house was teeming with activity. I also called in one of my favorite cousins from out of town. The internet knew her as Mz_Dubz. To me, she was Ashley, the daughter of my mama’s youngest sister, Sabrina. When it came to a pixie cut and color, Ashley wasn’t to be played with.