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“Talk yo’ shit then lil’ mama. You want me to cum then make me.” Solo grunted with a smirk. I took his challenge to heart and turned my back to him with his dick still inside of me. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but I was feeling myself. I leaned forward and held onto his legs as I rode him. His dick was so deep in my stomach, I swear I could see it moving. The pain felt so good, it was hard to explain.

Solomon slapped my ass. Each time he made contact with my skin, my body shuttered and my pussy throbbed. I could feel the onset of another orgasm, so I knew I had to do something to speed up his nut, so I wouldn’t lose. I remembered Kyra saying something about playing with her man’s balls while she rode him and decided to test the theory out for myself.

“Ahh, yes,” I cried out when Solomon stuck his thumb in my butt. It was a sensation I wasn’t used to, but the feeling was invigorating. I reached down and cupped his heavy balls into my hands and gently tugged on them.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Ahh, shit!” Solomon’s dick felt like it had gotten harder and I wasn’t sure how that was even possible. I tucked my feet under his legs and wobbled my ass and my stomach begin to tighten.

“Ugh, I’m about to cum. You gotta get up, Honey Bee.” Solomon grunted.

“It feels too good. Just cum in my pussy. It’s okay,” I encouraged, knowing I hadn’t been on birth control in years.

“Argh, damn!” He held my waist as we both came together.

My legs felt like noodles as I turned and plopped down next to him. I couldn’t believe we had actually had sex and it was even better than I imagined it would be. Solomon lifted me so that my body was on top of his. I rested my head on his chest with heavy lids. Silence enveloped us, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. I think we were both lost in our own thoughts.

“A lot happened tonight, but I want to make my intentions clear, so there’s no confusion between us. I love you, Honey Bee and not just as my best friend. I’ve been in love with you for a long time, but I thought it was best for us to be friends. I can’t do that shit anymore. There is no turning back with me and I’m done hiding how I feel about you. I want you to be mine.”

His hands played in my hair while I lay there trying to keep my emotions at bay.

“I’ve always been yours. I was just waiting for you to see me. There isn’t any place I would rather be than with you.”

I could barely keep my eyes open, but the moment would stay with me for a lifetime. I finally had the man of my dreams and I was never letting him go.

FIFTEEN

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“Congratulations Bro. We’re so proud of you.” Yaya practically jumped into my arms the minute I stepped inside. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. Her short ass always complained about the fact that I was taller than her now.

“Thank you, sis. I appreciate it.”

We walked together into the kitchen, where it smelled like someone’s granny was throwing down. A wide smile spread across my face when I saw it was, in fact, somebody’s granny in the kitchen. Granny Lula, Messiah’s grandmother, stood by the stove, checking the contents of the pots. Subconsciously, I rubbed my hands together because it had been a while since I had a meal from her.

Messiah and Honesty invited me to their Sunday dinners often, but I tried to go as sparingly as possible because it felt like I was intruding on their family time. If I ever told them how I felt out loud, they would cuss me out, but it was the truth. I didn't grow up with a loving family that spent time together and valued each other’s presence. All I knew was dysfunction, and sometimes I felt out of place when I was around the Grahams and witnessed the way they loved each other.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? Come give me a hug, stranger.” Granny Lula placed her spoon down and raised her arms the moment her eyes landed on mine. I tried to keep it together as she embraced me in the warmest hug. She smelled like warm honey with a hint of cinnamon, and her hug was almost healing for my soul.

She stepped back and gripped my arms in her small hands. For some reason, the contact made me nervous, but also made me feel seen. The shit drove me crazy because I was used to being numb. I was most comfortable that way.

“In all my years on this earth, I’m never surprised when I meet someone, and I can see their spirit and who they are inside. When Yaya first brought you around, you were quiet and as stubborn as a mule, but I knew it was only because you were guarded. I could see from the very first day that you were destined for greatness, and I thank God He allowed me to live long enough to see you step into your potential.

“I’m so Godly proud of the man you are becoming and everything you have accomplished in life. It is only the beginning of what God has in store for you, and I can’t wait to see you reap every ounce of happiness and peace you deserve. Granny may be old, but I’m no fool. I know you try to keep your distance because you don’t want to get too attached, but it’s too late, my baby. We’re your family, and there is nothing you can do about it.”

I didn’t know how to respond as we stood there in front of the stove. A part of me wondered how she figured me out the way she did, and the other part of me felt stuck because she called me out.

“Don’t look at me like that. I told you I’m old, but I’m as wise as a serpent and as harmless as a dove, like they say in the bible. My great-grandbaby loves you, and I know you love her. I’m happy you found someone who understands the parts of you that you hide from the world. Now, I pray you allow love to heal what has been broken in your soul. You deserve to be free, young man. Don’t ever allow anyone to make you feel any different. Now I’m done preachin’ to ya’. We made all this food to celebrate your accomplishments, and I pray you feel our love whether you’re ready to accept it or not.”

She placed her hand on my cheek as I fought back tears. Granny Lula gave me a soft smile before she went back to cooking. When I looked around to see if anyone else had witnessed our interaction, everyone seemed to be preoccupied. I was thankful because I wasn’t sure how to feel inside.

Yaya was talking to Messiah’s aunt, Faith, and a few other family members, so I gave a general greeting before heading into the living room. A group of the Graham men sat around watching what looked like a boxing match.

“If it isn’t the Award-winning, Solo, in the mothafuckin’ building! I don’t give a fuck how big you get, mothafucka; you still ain’t grown.” Messiah greeted me with a grin as he got up from the couch.

“Man, get out of here. My beard almost as thick as yours. You can’t tell me shit.”

Messiah pulled me into a brotherly hug. I remember, I used to hate hugs, but he and my sister didn’t give a damn. They hugged me every time I walked into the house and told me they loved me every day. They never gave me the option to decline their love, and I couldn’t even complain because I appreciated the way they showed up for me no matter what.