Holding me to him, he sucked on my lips and then kissed my cheeks. “Why are you looking at me that way?”
“You know why.”
“Do I?”
“You’re trying to cage me.”
“Trying or did?” There was a hint of humor in his eyes.
“Maybe you’ve already caged me.”
“Maybe.”
I bit my lip. “I didn’t know it would be so good.”
“You’ve never been in love.” He captured my lips before I could speak or protest.
And then he took me again right next to the waterfalls. The poor koi scrambled to the bottom of the pond when I screamed out in glee. He thrust into me from behind, triggering me to yell out his name over and over as I came not once, but twice in his garden.
He wanted this space to be our work, our project we did together.
Well, if he keeps doing me like this, I’ll be in this garden every damn day.
Epilogue
Later that night, strobe lights lit up my club.
My top dancers humped the bride-to-be on stage. The girls serving in her wedding party, as well as boisterous friends, yipped and cheered.
More half-naked men rocked their bodies in the aisle. It was the night’s finale. Everyone had to be at their highest peak, dressed, and ready to leave a lasting impression in the women’s minds so that they could rush back to their husbands, lovers, or whoever and fuck their brains out.
Work it fellas!
The DJ raised the volume. Booming music blasted out of the speakers so loud I worried that the walls would crack or someone would send me a medical bill for their damaged ears. My girls and I sat in the VIP section in the far back.
Maceo served us drinks. He’d showed up like he promised, but with only tight black jeans and no shirt on.
Goodness gracious that man is fine.
I’d kept him near me the whole time. These chicks needed to understand that my man was not on the menu. He was all mine, in every way, no looking or touching.
The twins cleaned up at the bar. They’d declared last call a good hour ago. Douglas had tossed his suit jacket off to the side and kept his crisp T-shirt opened. Dylan wore no shirt. He was top heavy—huge chest and small legs. He relished in the attention he received from those pecs, so when the club opened up, he would always shed his shirt.
Denise sat next to me, watching the twins at the bar and drooling. All night she did this. For some reason it unnerved me, but I let it slide.
At the moment when she licked her lips as Dylan and Douglas, for whatever strange reason, battled in arm wrestling, I hit the back of Denise’s head. “Stop looking at my brothers like that.”
“Ouch.” She grabbed her head and pouted. There was no way I hit her that hard, but I sure as hell surprised her.
“What was that for?” she asked.
“Sleeping with my brothers is a bad idea. Horrible in fact. Dangerous to say the least.”
“I’m not going to sleep with them.” She glanced at them for a few seconds, turned to me, and blushed.
Cora and Maria jumped up. They swung their hips to the beat and clapped.
I’ll be calling a cab for both of them soon.
Maceo headed over to me, landed a kiss on my forehead, and then gathered the empty glasses from all of my friends. Leaning low, he whispered in my ear, “Once I’m done helping your brothers, I’m going to take you in your office.”
It was now my turn to blush as he left with his arms full of glasses.
“So is that your new man?” Denise smirked.
“Maybe.”
“You’re breaking the rules, I see.”
“There were no rules.”
“Yes, there was. I remember you told me that first came career then came men. This looks different.”
I sighed. “It is. He’s freaking taken control of me somehow.”
“And is he your boyfriend now?”
“Kind of.”
“Kind of?”
“Fine. Yes. He is my boyfriend.”
Denise giggled. “You’re right. He has taken control.”
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.