The Heat Seekers

“All of the above,” Tempest concurred.

Geren let go of one of Tempest’s breasts and used his free hand to pull the material of her dress up so he could caress her thigh with his fingertips. “Well, if he won’t take care of his responsibilities, then I will.”

“So when can we move in?” Tempest inquired, trying not to lose herself in ecstasy as Geren darted the tip of his tongue in and out of her ear.

“How about tomorrow?” Geren’s voice became raspy as he moved Tempest’s panties aside and his fingers found what they’d been roaming for. Once he dipped them inside her wetness, he added, “Hell, we can move in tonight if you want. Just say the word.”

“Tomorrow’s great!” Tempest succumbed to his fingers, letting her pussy take on a life of its own and maneuver itself around on his inviting hand. “What about Janessa?”

“What about her?” Geren was ready to get all the conversation out of the way so he could make love to his woman in their new home. “Just call her up and ask if she would like a rent-free two-bedroom apartment and all the chocolate macadamia nut cookies she can handle. I plan to do some serious baking, but don’t get any clever ideas. You will definitely have to take turns standing over the hot stove. I still expect Chez Tempest to be open twenty-four/seven, too.”

They both giggled. “I think I can handle that,” Tempest said, welcoming the challenge. “I can handle anything as long as I have you.”

Geren moved Tempest toward the steps, never removing his hands from her breasts and from between her legs. “Let’s go upstairs and check out the most important room in the house.”

“Which room is that?” Tempest chided, already knowing the answer.

“Our bedroom,” Geren answered, seductively nibbling the back of her neck.

“Great idea.” Tempest startled Geren by pulling his hands off her. She sat down on the steps and pulled him to her, positioning herself so her head was at dick level. She started unzipping his jeans. “But first, I want to create a lasting memory right here on these steps. We might not have a chance to christen the basement once Janessa and the baby move in.”

“Good point.” Geren chuckled, looking down at her as she drew his dick into her mouth and started milking him. “Damn good point!”

CHAPTER 29

chillin’ in the new crib

“how about this one?” Janessa asked, holding up a bridal magazine and pointing to a form-fitting red taffeta dress with white flowers on the sleeves and a split all the way up the side.

Tempest glanced at the picture with disdain and picked up another magazine off the sofa to finger through. “You’re pulling my leg, right?”

“Dang, that’s an ugly dress!” Kensington exclaimed, wondering more and more about Janessa’s taste in fashions.

“Forget both of ya’ll then,” Janessa hissed, rolling her eyes at each of them in turn.

“Janessa, don’t cop an attitude. I just want my wedding day to be special.” Tempest reached over and teasingly rubbed Janessa on the top of her head. “I’m definitely only doing this once.”

“True,” Kensington quickly agreed. “Everything should be just the way Geren and Tempest want it.”

“Tempest, you know I want you to have a perfect wedding, but I should have a little say-so about the bridesmaid dresses.” Janessa turned the page and looked at the ones featured. They were much too conservative for her liking. “After all, I do have to wear one of those bad boys.”

“Janessa, if you and I could manage to make it through Marquita’s wedding in those hoochie dresses, you can make it through mine in any dress,” Tempest said jokingly.

Kensington threw in her two cents. “I have to wear one, too, and I don’t like that one, Janessa.”

“Like I said, forget ya’ll.”

“Give me the book, Janessa.” Tempest snatched the magazine out of her hands and turned back to the previous page to look at the dress more closely. “You couldn’t get your balloon shape in this dress anyway. You’re already showing. In two months, we’ll be lucky if you can even waddle down the aisle.”

“Whatever, trick!”

Tempest closed up the magazine and threw the entire pile on the floor of the living room. “We’ll decide on a dress later. It’s almost time for Raoul’s game show.”

“Oh, word?” Janessa squealed. “Let me go throw some popcorn in the microwave.”

“Who is Raoul, and what kind of game show does he have?” Kensington asked, completely lost.

Tempest and Janessa gave each other high fives and shouted in unison, “You’ll see!”