Page 13 of Three of Hearts

“What? Who was that?” Q said, handing me a glass.

“Raina, Gina, and I’m assuming Nikki making plans for next year’s festival.”

“Are you gonna respond?”

“Should I?”

Quincy stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my neck, his lips warm as he moved down to my shoulder.

“You should do whatever your heart is telling you to do,” he whispered against my skin.

I turned around in his arms and cupped his handsome face, his healthy beard rough against my palms.

“My heart is telling me to celebrate with my amazing husband and let the chips fall where they may.”

“I like that plan,” he said, already slipping off the pair of his boxers I had on, his fingers grazing my hips. “Do we have the same idea of what celebrating looks like?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I giggled as he picked me up and set me on the counter, the marble cold against my thighs, burying hisface in my pussy without preamble, his tongue finding my clit with confident precision. We most definitely had the same idea of what celebrating looked like.

Chapter 12

Six months after RRABF

Quincy

“Fuck, I'ma miss this wet ass pussy,” I growled as Niecy bounced up and down on my dick. I was running the risk of missing my flight at this point, but the jaws of life couldn't pry me out of the pussy. I was going to be without my wife for a whole seventy-two hours and I wanted to enjoy this last nut before my red-eye to Atlanta.

“Let me give you something to remember then,” she said, turning around and leaning forward so I had the best view of her ass while she rode me, her cream dripping down to my lower stomach. The waves rippling through her ass were hypnotizing, each ripple sending a jolt straight to my spine. I slapped it hard, the way she liked it, watching her flesh turn pink under my palm.

“Nasty ass bitch. Show daddy you a big girl. Take all of it. All the way down, yeah, just like that.” Her pussy started gripping me tighter at my name calling, her walls fluttering and sucking me in like she was trying to milk me dry. I'd normally never call my wife a bitch, but she loved that shit when we were fucking. And I wasn't the type of nigga to deny her anything that made her pussy squirt.

“Fuck, daddy, I'm cumming!” she cried, her voice breaking, digging her sharp nails into my legs, her body locking up, trembling on top of me. I was right behind her, letting myself explode into her warm walls. The mess she left on me wasno comparison to the puddle that was on the bed, the sheets beneath us soaked through. She was definitely going to have to wash the sheets after I left.

“Gah damn, Niecy. I don't even wanna go anymore.” I laughed, breathless, my chest still heaving.

“Come on. Get up. You can sleep on the plane. You can't miss these meetings,” she said, wrapping her robe around her body and already lifting the corner of the sheet to strip it from the bed. Reluctantly, I dragged myself out of the bed to quickly wash up. I was already packed but double-checked to make sure I had all the paperwork I needed before heading out the door. Niecy wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that threatened to make me drop my carry-on and say fuck it.

“You sure you don't want to try to get a standby seat?” I said, chasing her lips as she pulled away, my hands finding her hips and pulling her back in.

“I'm sure. I have to finish up these last chapters to send to my editor. The release date is coming up way too fast.”

“I'ma miss you,” I said.

“I'ma miss you too, baby. Call me when you get to the airport and when you land, okay? You got this.”

Niecy's encouragement was all I needed to hear. I kissed her one last time before I hopped in the Uber that was waiting outside for me and headed to DTW.

*****

“What up doe,” I greeted the man behind the glass counter. “I know you’re about to close in a minute. I just need a pre-roll of your best shit.”

After the day I had, I deserved it. It was a celebratory smoke for finalizing all the paperwork and permits to get Q’s Auto Body Shop up and running in its first Atlanta location. It was a one-stop shop for all automotive needs, from repairs to detailing to sound systems. I had been thinking about expanding outside of Detroit for a while. Niecy and I had fallen in love with Atlanta when we visited for the book festival, it leaving an impression on the both of us. The city was unapologetically black and rich with southern culture. It felt like coming home. We both agreed that the new location would have to be somewhere we could both see ourselves relocating to one day, so Atlanta it was. I had one more day in the city to explore and start scouting vendors, but I was planning on relaxing tonight. It was pouring down rain, and all I wanted to do was get high in my hotel room and FaceTime Niecy.

“I got you, dawg. What you smokin’?” he responded.

“Definitely an Indica. I’m tryna chill.”

“Fasho. Just one?” he asked, grabbing a tube from behind him.