Come Share My Love (44 page)

     Zackary was coming out of the bathroom just as Shyla sat down on the couch.  He made it a point to sit right next to her, right under her.  She tried to move but he pulled her back under him.

     “Sit back.  Relax.”  He said smoothly.  “I won’t bite…unless you want me to.  But I’ll be very, very gentle.  I won’t break the skin.”

     Shyla turned to him.  “Zackary you are really starting to scare me.”

     “Why, baby?” he massaged her shoulder.  He was pretty good she discovered.

     “You are becoming annoying like those jerks that come on to women with those lames ass lines.  Now stop it.”

     “Okay,” he responded.  He sat back and brought Shyla with him.  This time she didn’t try to move away.

     Essence was sitting next to Felton when she asked, “So, Zack.  Do you want more children?”

     He grabbed Shyla’s hand and kissed it.  “Only if my leading lady right here would do me the honor of having them with me.  As I said earlier, I want her to bare my son’s.”  He kissed her hand again.

   She turned to him and smiled after licking her lips and batting her eyes.  Then she did something that no one expected.  She gave him a passionate kiss on the lips.  She held his face in her hands and worked her magic on his mouth.  Before she pulled away she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth.  His lips were still puckered, while Essence and Felton sat with their mouths hanging to the floor. 

     Shyla wiped the lipstick from his mouth.  “Our babies, the boys, would be just as handsome as their daddy.  They’d have your beautiful eyes and your dimpled smile.  They’d have a heart as big as Texas and they’ll treasure the women in their lives, like the queens that they are. 

     “Our daughter’s, some will look like you, the others will look like me and they’ll be gentle but strong, independent but compliant, and they’ll honor the men in their lives, like the kings that they were meant to be.”  She kissed his still puckered lips, again.

     “I can live with that.”  He sobered, barely.  “How many are we talking about?”

     Zackary knew she was pulling his chain.  The kiss was a nice touch, though.  If he hadn’t known better he’d say she meant every ounce of it.  Even the batting of the eyes, turned him on, but now it was time to make her a little weak in the knees, turn the tables on Miss Shyla, so to speak.  He’d definitely be having the last laugh.

     “How many baby?”

     She gave him a devilish smile.

     He pulled her hand into his.  Clasping it like the day they walked on the Jamaican beach.  Then he raised it to his mouth and kissed it once again.  This time he kissed the knuckles, then turned it over and kissed the palm, then each fingertip, lightly licking each one with the tip of his tongue.

     Shyla got chilled. 

     “Four or five,” he asked.

She looked on as he made love, slowly and seductively to her hand.

     “Four or five?” she echoed, nearly gasping.

     “Yes.”  He kissed her hand again.  He watched as she closed her eyes to savor the moment.

     “All boys.”

     “All boys,” she repeated displaying a genuine smile about her face.  She was literally squirming in her seat. 

     “Uh huh.  We already have two beautiful daughters.”

     She nodded.  “Very beautiful.  Mmm.” 

     Essence and Felton nearly feel out of their seats laughing.  Was this their cousin, under a spell of a man’s kisses?  Hand kisses?

     Felton retrieved his camcorder from the bedroom and began taping.  He wanted to remember this moment.

     Still kissing her hand, Zackary asked, “So baby.”

     “Uh huh.  Baby.”

     “When do you want to get started?”

     “Started?’ she moaned.  At this point Shyla was in another zone. Zackary’s intimate zone.  The tiny toy kisses that Zackary was planting on her, was messing with her body and her mind.

     “Yes, baby, o
n having those five boys.”

Shyla opened her eyes.  It took her a moment to focus.  She saw Zackary raise her hand to his lips and snapped out of it.  For the second time that evening when she opened her eyes everyone was smiling at her.  This time Felton was recording.  What the hell had gone on?

     She pulled her hand away as Zackary was raising it to his lips, once again.

     “Stop that.  You caught me off guard.”

     “Yeah, right.”  Essence said.

     Shyla ignored the remark.  “And for the record we will not be having any babies, together.”

     “Wanna bet?”

     “How much you got, Zack.a.ry?”
she pronounced each syllable of his name.

   He did the same.  “Enough, Shy.la
.”

     “I doubt it.  You want to bet the ranch on it?”

     “Anytime, anyplace baby.  You just say when.”

She knew she was bluffing but was he.  She feared that he wasn’t.

     He edged closer to her.  “We can start this weekend.”

     “Okay.”  She jumped up.  “I’m going home and pack before I change my mind.”

     “Want some company?  We don’t have to wait until tomorrow we can get started when we get to your place.”

     “Uh huh.”  She raised her hand.  “I think we’ve done enough playing for one evening.  One more word from you and I promise, oh I promise you that I will not be going.”  She turned on her heels and went for the exit, then turned back picked up a pillow and threw it at Zackary because he was laughing.  “Oh you make me so sick.”  She screamed and went stomping out the house.

     Their laughter followed her all the way to her car.  She got in and drove off smiling, remembering the passionate kiss and the feelings Zackary left inside of her.  Now she was definitely looking forward to this long weekend with Zackary.  He still wanted her.  She still had a chance after all.  But he wouldn’t be able to get her as easily.

     When Zachary, Felton and Essence went to pick Shyla up at two-forty-five the next morning she was ready.  Zachary took out her luggage while she carried out two thermos’ full of coffee and 2 dozen homemade donuts that she got up and made at one o’clock.

     “Did you make these?”  Zackary asked while taking a sip of his coffee.

     “Why?  Do they taste stale?”

     “No.  I’m just saying they’re good.”

     “Oh good.  I just made them this morning.  I didn’t want to make them too early.”

     “You really made these?”

     “Yes.  What, you thought my greatest talent was running my mouth?”

     “I do think your greatest asset is your mouth but I actually think your greatest talent is kissing, but…it was a joke.  Don’t start shooting daggers at me.  You left yourself open for that one.  No.  These are very good.”

     “Well thank you.”

     “You should taste her pound cakes and ice box lemon pies.”  Felton said from the back seat.  “Man she can throw down on some baking.”

     Shyla turned around in her seat as far as her seatbelt would let her.  “Why Felton Childress, I think that’s the nicest thing you have ever said about me.  Thank you.”

     “It’s simply the truth.  Now Essence can burn up some food and she can bake like no bodies business, but she can’t hold a candle to Shyla.”

     Shyla spit out her coffee, Zackary burned his tongue and Essence pouted.

     “Well thanks, Babe.”

     “Baby, come on now.  You know it’s true.  Even you have said it.  You do tons of outstanding things but Shyla is the best baker in this family.  Mama V is going to love her,” Felton replied.  Essence folded her arms across her chest and moved away, but he pulled her back.

     “Aww baby, don’t be like that.  Pouting ruins the skin around the mouth.  Please don’t be mad at me.  You know I love you.”  She didn’t respond but she did sit back under him.

     “It’s true.”  Zackary turned to Shyla. 
“My mom is going to love you.  You’ll meet everyone this weekend.”

     “Everyone?  Who is everyone?”

     “Everyone is family and anyone over when we arrive.”

     She felt like she was going to have a panic attack.  What if his family didn’t like her?  They probably wondered what he saw in her.  She probably wasn’t what he was used to.  She was thick, not thin, nor very tall.  Her hair wasn’t very long, shoulder length, but it was all hers.  She mentally raked her hand through her tresses.  She could see herself loving Zackary, even when he got on her very last nerve.  He was arrogant at times but only with her.  She felt drawn to him when they met but she didn’t want to see where it would lead to.

   Zackary wasn’t an extremely tall man, just inches above six feet tall but he was a looker.  He had skin the color of double milk chocolate, silky smooth, dimples as deep as the sea, a smile that would stop traffic, and his eyes were a crystal hazel with a tint of gold.  The clothes and cologne he wore was expensive.  There was nothing generic about him but he didn’t go around flaunting himself in front of others.  His hair was a rich curly black; his eye lashes fanned his cheeks.  Women would pay to have these babies, and the piece de resistance, that body.  Talk about a body that most men would love to have and all women could only hope their man sported.  Zackary looked as though he lived in the gym but the closest he got there was riding a bike with his girls or one of the horses that he owned.  His six-pack showed through his shirts, and his suits fit him magnificently.  If there ever was a man who could wear a tux, Zackary Trellis was him.  Tyson Bedford has been replaced.

     Zackary’s arms measured seventeen inches around on the right arm and sixteen and a half inches on the left, flat stomach, thighs like Adonis and lips as juicy as a Christmas turkey.  And just as plump. Shyla remembered.  Before Shyla knew anything they were driving through Carmel Valley.  She and Zackary talked the entire way and listened to his collection of jazz and blues, while Essence and Felton took a three hour nap. 

     True to his word, they missed the morning traffic and made it to Napa before breakfast was being served.  The countryside was beautiful, Shyla thought.  She had never seen so much greenery in her life.  It was more beautiful than she could have ever imagined.  Even the cows, horses and other cattle on the way was better looking than the ones she’d seen in recent years traveling up north to San Francisco and Sacramento.

     “Wow.  That’s a big house.”  Shyla said as they were getting the luggage from the car.

     “My parent’s place.  I’ll take you over to meet them later on today.  They won’t get in until lunch time.”  He took her bag from her hand and escorted her into his house.

     He told everyone where their room would be.  “I know that everyone got up early this morning, so once you get to your rooms you can take a nap or whatever.  Just be ready for dinner by six, you know Mama V don’t like stragglers.  I’m going back to bed.”  He looked over at Shyla.  “Care to join me?”  He winked.

     Shyla smiled and took his hand in hers, nestled up to him as close as two people could get.  She guided his arms around her body, placing them right where she wanted them, on her backside.  Then she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling his head down to her waiting mouth.  It wasn’t the Jamaican kiss or even the one the night before, it was better.

     She was toying with him again, but he didn’t know that.  He was too busy trying to get Shyla to be his.

She then turned his head and nibbled on his ear.  He squeezed her bottom as tight as he could.

     Essence and Felton couldn’t believe it.  These two were actually making out in front of them.  They had no shame.  At one point Essence put her hands across her husband’s eyes.

     “Do you know what I want to do to you?”

     “Tell me,” he urged pulling her even closer.

Shyla whispered in his ear and immediately she felt him rise to the occasion.  He stood there like a statue, hard as cement.

     “What is she saying to him?”
Essence asked.  Felton shrugged being as he couldn’t see a damn thing. 

     “Now, do you think you can handle that?”

     His eyes were glassy but he didn’t have a problem answering.  “Absolutely.”

     She wasn’t expecting that.  She was expecting him to back down.  She thought what she had said would have shocked him, but it hadn’t.

     “So baby, does that mean when we get in there I can be on top?”

     “Okay.”  Essence screamed.  “We’ve heard enough.  Let’s go baby.  This is too much for your ears.”

     “But Ess.”

     “Felton, now!  This is too grown for us.”

     “You can be anywhere you please.”  Zackary kissed the tip of her nose.

     “Oooh.  I am going to love making you mine.  I’m going to go take a quick shower, lather myself up real good, rinse off, puff and perfume and then I’m going out to find something to do.  I’ll join you later.  Say in about twenty years.”

Zackary stood with his mouth dropped open.

     “Close your mouth dear.  Mosquitoes are all up in this area.”  She waved her hands in the air, then gathered her suitcase and rolled it down the hallway to the first room she saw.  When she closed the door she fell onto
the bed laughing.  If she hadn’t stopped when she did, she and Zackary would be christening his bedroom.