Love and Law (22 page)

I grin at hearing my best friend’s voice. Ever since he realized it would never work between us, we went right back to being friends. He’s been hugely supportive with all that’s gone on with Ben. Ben wouldn’t be getting out today if it weren’t for Miguel.

“Yes, I’m supposed to pick him up in two hours. I can’t wait to see him.”

He laughs. “Yeah, I bet. Listen, I sent Paula to take you. I have a feeling you two will never get out of the parking lot. Let her drive you so you and Ben can spend time together.”

I smile. “Sounds great.” Miguel really is a thoughtful friend.

A couple of months after Ben went to prison, I convinced Miguel to ask Paula out. He reluctantly agreed, but after their first date, he called and told me that he was in love with her. I of course laughed at him, but he was stone-cold serious. That Paula is quite the charmer. They were married last month by a judge because Miguel couldn’t wait another minute to “put a ring on it”. Paula is expecting their baby any day soon.

“I’m really happy for you. Take care, Lieutenant.”

I roll my eyes but grin. The promotion didn’t come long after the bust. Miguel did a great job of not bringing light to the fact that I had fallen for Ben. I truly owe him for so much. My partner also stood by my side while I filed my report against Jake. Sommerhaul suspended that motherfucker with pay and thankfully transferred him to another precinct not long after.

“Thanks, Miguel, for everything.”

He chuckles. “Don’t go getting soft on me. See you tomorrow.”

We hang up and I hurry into the bathroom. I quickly apply some makeup, fix my hair, and brush my teeth.

“Sugar, breakfast is ready!” Grammy calls out from downstairs.

I grab my phone and hurry down to eat something before I go get Ben.

“Today, my sweet boy comes home.” She grins as she sets a plate of bacon down in the middle of the table.

“I know. I miss him. Seeing him once a week and under supervision sucked.”

Grammy agrees with a nod as she fills my glass with orange juice after I sit down. Every single Saturday, she and I went to visit Ben. It was difficult not to maul him, but I knew the rules. We saved our sexual talk for the letters we wrote back and forth. Today, I will get to touch him. Kiss him. Make love to him.

When she sits down, I bow my head to pray. I know the drill.

“Dear Lord, thank you for bringing my sweet grandson home today. He’s learned his lesson, and now I’m ready for him to come home. I pray that, now that I’ve fattened up Miss Maya, she’ll be ready to get pregnant with my Pooh Bear’s baby. I’m getting old, Lord. I can’t be waiting too much longer. In Jesus’ name, I pray. Amen.”

God, I love this woman.

“It’s ten. Where is he already?” Paula whines from beside me.

We’re sitting on the hood of the car in the prison parking lot. It’s already at least eighty degrees, and she’s sweating like crazy.

“He’ll be out at any moment. Why don’t you go back in the car and turn on the air conditioning? No sense getting overheated. That won’t be good for my little niece.”

She continues to fan herself but doesn’t move.

“That heat also can’t be good for your new weave?” I try again. This time, I get her attention.

“Oh hell no. I worked too hard to get this hair ‘Naomi Campbell straight’ for the heat to kink it up,” she gripes as she slides off the hood.

I laugh at her. “It still looks good, Paula. You’re a dead ringer for Naomi,” I promise with a grin.

She flings her hair over her shoulder and arches up one of her eyebrows. “Oh, girl, you know I wear it better than that hussy.” With that, she waddles over to the car and gets in. After she starts it, I hop off and walk over to the gate.

About ten minutes later, I see a door open and a tall, dark-skinned, good-looking man steps out.
My man.
He strides through the walkway with an officer until he reaches the outer gate. My heart pounds out of control in my chest in anticipation. God, I’ve missed him so much. The officer opens the gate, hands him a sack full of his belongings, and pats him on the back before retreating back inside.

Ben sees me and grins, opening his arms wide, dropping his bag to the ground. Like a love-sick fool, I run over to him, ignoring the slight pain from my wound site. When I reach him, I fling my arms around his neck and inhale his scent. He wraps his now much bigger, muscled arms around my body and squeezes me tight.

“Baby girl,” he breathes into my neck.

I shiver in his arms and try to still my heart, which is slamming in my chest. “I missed you,” I choke out. The tears fall on their own accord.

He pulls away and regards me with twinkling eyes. “I missed you too. But we’re together now. I told you the time would fly by.”

I stand on my toes and press my lips to his. His hands slide down my back to grab a handful of my ass.

“God, I missed this sexy, curvy ass of yours. Are you not wearing panties?” he growls out.

I can feel his cock thickening in between us, and I want it so badly. Would he go back to jail if he fucked me against the chain-link fence in front of the prison? Miguel was right—without Paula driving us, we would never make it out of the parking lot.

“Nope. Come on,” I whisper against his lips.

It takes all of my willpower to pull away from him and drag him by his hand to the car. I just want to get him alone. And once I get him alone, I’ll spend at least a whole week doing every naughty thing I can think of that we’ve missed out on for the past year.

Once we climb into the back seat together, Ben leans forward to Paula.

“I’m Ben. Nice to meet you,” he says and holds out his hand.

She takes it and shakes. “I’m Paula Lopez. Pretend I’m not here,” she laughs with a wink before turning back around putting the car in drive.

Once she pulls out onto the main road, he turns to me in the back seat. His dark eyes devour every feature on my face, spending the most time on my lips. I’m panting already, just needing his body almost as much as I need air. His eyes fall to my heaving chest and he growls.

“You have no idea how much I thought of you. Every waking moment, you were on my mind, Maya.”

I grin at him, knowing that he was forefront on my mind as well. My smile falls and my lips part for him when he reverently palms my thigh. His hand slides straight up under my skirt and one of his fingers dips right inside me. I let out a whimper of desire. It should be embarrassing that Paula is in the car with us, but it’s not. All that matters is that I have him back.

His lips find my ear and he whispers, “You like that, baby girl? Do you like me touching you deep inside? I sure as fuck missed this, and I hope you did too.”

I nod and spread my legs for him a little more so he can ease in another finger.

“You are so fucking wet—so ready for me.”

“S-s-so bad,” I stammer through the ecstasy of him finger-fucking me torturously slowly.

He sucks my earlobe into his mouth. His hot breath into my ear coupled with the way he’s touching me is almost too much. I feel myself about to orgasm any second.

“Come on, baby girl,” he whispers. “Come all over my fingers. I want your arousal all over me. And tonight, once we’re all cozy in my bed, I’m going to make you come over and over on my tongue until I’ve devoured every last drop of you.”

His sexy talk is so much better in person. In the letters, it was always hot, but in person, it’s scorching. A few more thrusts of his fingers and my body obeys him. I climax hard around his fingers and have to bite my lip hard not to scream out loud.

He pulls out his fingers and drags the wetness between my folds. I buck against them when they connect with my clit. That bundle of nerves is bursting with desire to be touched. I turn my head to his and our mouths meet easily.

We’re kissing rather frantically by the time I feel the car slow down and park. Paula has driven to a Dairy Queen and parked behind it.

“This pregnant girl needs fudge-dipped ice cream like stat. I’ll leave you two here alone,” she says knowingly before climbing out of the car.

I don’t waste any time and straddle Ben. This time, I kiss him slower, grinding myself against his erection through his jeans. I’m thankful that Paula has tinted window because Ben slides the straps of my dress off of both shoulders and pushes it down so my bare breasts pop out.

“Baby girl, no bra either? You’re so naughty,” he teases before sucking my nipple into his mouth. His tasting my body lazily and unhurriedly is driving me crazy.

“Ben,” I gasp, “pull your cock out. I need you so bad.”

When I lift up on my knees, he begins undoing his jeans but continues to give my tits attention with his mouth. Once his dick springs free, he grabs ahold of my hips and eases me down on to it. I’m so wet from his fabulous finger-fucking that I slide easily onto him. We both moan in unison. His thickness stretches me. I could get off just by being filled with him in this way. But I know we’ll both want more than that, so I start sliding up and down his shaft.

“God, I missed this—us—so fucking bad,” he groans as I bounce up and down on his length.

I missed how good we are together. My vibrator got way too much use over the past year, and I’m so happy to be experiencing the real thing again.

“Me too,” I breathe as I kiss him hard.

His hands slide under my ass and grip it, urging me faster. I honor his wishes by bucking wildly on him. If any passerby walks past Paula’s car, they’ll get the sight of a lifetime.

“I don’t have a condom on, Maya, but I don’t even fucking care if we make a baby. I want it all with you.”

I nod in agreement, at a loss for words as my orgasm creeps up. Not having sex for nearly a year means getting off really quick. The idea of having a baby with him makes my heart swell.

When his hand slips to my front and his thumb massages my clit, I lose control instantly. My pussy clenches around his cock, which in turn causes him to climax long and hard into me. He had enough sperm stored away that we easily made a few babies just now. My thoughts send me into a fit of giggles causing him to slap my ass.

“What’s so funny, baby girl?”

I peck at his lips and pull away to look at his beautiful, loving face. His eyes twinkle with amusement, and I’m so happy to see him so happy.

“I’m thinking between how much come you just shot into me and the way Grammy is praying every single meal for a great-grandbaby, we surely just got pregnant with multiple children,” I tease.

He squeezes my butt and kisses me deep. After he pulls away, he grins at me. “Hmmmm, I don’t think it worked. We better try again.”

And in an instant, he’s flipped me to my back on the seat with him thrusting into me. His cock never even softened, just stayed hard, and he’s now fucking me like there’s no tomorrow. His lips attack mine and our mouths are a frenzy of licks, sucks, and bites.

Between our kisses, he grips my ass again. “Your body got even more fucking hot than it was a year ago. How is that even possible?”

I laugh at him and suck on his lip. When I let go of it, I tell him the truth. “Grammy put a little weight on me. It’s all that home cooking!”

He squeezes me again, definitely appreciating my curves. Our kisses are slow and he claims more and more of me with each one.

Briefly, he pulls away. “I love you, baby girl.”

Those damn butterflies flutter happily in my belly. Whether it had been just a year or twenty years, I would have waited for him. Ben is the kind of guy that reaches into your heart and possesses it. He managed to find a way to intertwine our two souls so that they became one—one big, beautiful combination.

My eyes fill with tears as I lovingly look back into the eyes of my other half. “I love you too, Ben.”

That day, we did make a baby in the back seat of Paula’s car behind the Dairy Queen, and it couldn’t have been more perfect.

THE END.

“During your life, never stop dreaming. No one can take away your dreams.”

~
Tupac Shakur

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