“I won’t let them hurt you. Just like I won’t let them change our wedding plans.”
“No, Jeb seriously. After looking at the hatred in that man’s eyes, I understand what you were trying to shield me from. So I’ll say it again, if you will stay home, I will marry you in Hawaii.”
“Baby.” I grabbed her face into my hands and crooked my neck to kiss her pouting lips. She tasted like her sweet vanilla lip gloss, and it coated my tongue and lips with sweetness. “Don’t change for me, and you damn sure better not change for them,” I told her.
“I’m not changing…I’m compromising,” she said.
The vulnerable look in her eyes made something shift inside of me. I was no longer concerned with dealing with Neil’s dirty ass, I wanted to make sure Tameka knew there wasn’t a damn thing she needed to compromise on when it came to our love, especially her principles.
“I can’t let you do that. I won’t do it,” I told her.
“Stay here,” she said once again.
“I can’t let it go this time, Tameka,” I said and walked out the door before she could say another word.
I rode around town looking for Dirty Neil. I knew his hangout spot was at the tavern and sometimes with my father, so I went to both places and then rode by his house but his truck wasn’t anywhere to be found. I called my father up to see if he would tell me where Neil was, but his response was to tell me not to start any more trouble than I already had.
Reluctantly, I drove back home and entered the house, frustrated. I went into my bedroom, planning to take a quick shower before I returned to the club. I found Tameka lying in the middle of the bed snoring lightly. She was holding a picture of me and her, a picture we took while in Aruba.
I stripped out of my shirt and laid down beside her, pulling her into my arms. She nestled close to me with her backside rubbing against my cock, and I didn’t know how much longer I could lay like this without sliding inside of her.
I let out a ragged moan when she rubbed against me and her gown rode up her waist revealing that she was pantyless. I pulled off my jeans and began rubbing all over her body. Tameka responded with the sound of sweet moans then she laid on her back, and I climbed on top of her. Her loud moans made my dick harden just from the sound of her voice.
“You are mine,” I whispered in her ear as I slid inside of her and began rocking to our rhythm.
“Yes!” she said as her slick pussy gripped my throbbing rod, and I began pounding into her with all I had in me. “I’m yours,” she whined.
I was close to climaxing, so I gave my all toward making her cum all over my dick. I held onto her ass cheeks pulling her as close to me as possible. We were so close that we could breathe for each other.
“Jeb!” she called out my name and chills popped up all over my flesh. My pressure point within was about to erupt, but I aimed to please her. “Jeeeebbbb. Jeb, baby,” she screamed and her orgasm began to break through as I rocked, pumped, and massage her insides.
I kissed her to let her know how much I was in love with her, and no one’s opinion could change that. That’s when I felt her body tense and her pussy gripped my dick like a vice.
“Jeeebbbb,” she yelled out my name even louder than before.
“Tameeekkaaa,” I groaned as we climaxed together.
I laid down next to her and brought her into my chest. She cuddled in next to me and interlocked her fingers with mine.
“You see this ring?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she said, smiling.
“It represents our circle of love. No one can get in it but us,” I said. “For better or worse.”
Chapter 12
Tameka
One Month Later
I hung up the phone after making possibly one of the most important calls relating to my marriage with Jeb. I hoped my message was received well and that we could move forward as one family unit now that the air was clear. I didn’t even want to think about all that was said, so I dialed Kemara’s number to clear my head. It was only a few hours before my bachelorette party, and talking to my sister was always calming for me.
“Hello,” she answered weakly.
“Hey, Kemara, what time are you getting here?”
Kemara yawned. “I don’t know. What is it that I’m getting to?”