“Hey, roomie! Did you let Dr. Do Me do you last night?”
Giva smiled and watched Hogan criss-cross his huge state-of-the-art kitchen, putting the final touches on brunch. “No. He was the perfect gentleman, Kyle.”
“So, in other words, you were a prude last night, huh?”
“No, I was a lady who enjoyed fine dining, great conversation, and dancing last night with her friend.”
“And you couldn’t bring your ass home why?”
“It was late and I was tired, Father dear.” Giva laughed hysterically, getting Hogan’s attention.
“Is that Kyle?”
“Yes, it’s my overbearing roommate.”
Hogan approached the table with a plate of piping hot food and placed it on the table before Giva. Her tummy growled from the aroma of a good-looking Gouda cheese and mushroom egg-white omelet, wheat toast, and navel orange slices. “Thank you. It smells heavenly. May I have half apple juice and half mango juice on light ice, please?”
“Sure, you can have anything you want, babe.” He brushed his lips softly across hers.
“Oooh, I heard that, girl! That stallion just said you can have anything you want. Lawd, have mercy, you done hooked the hunk without even humping him. Girl, you are good!”
More animated giggles overtook Giva. “You are so bad, Kyle. Why are you calling anyway? I thought you were going grocery shopping today.”
“There’s been a change of plans, chile. I’m going to spend my two days off with Bruce. Delta has cut his flight schedule way back, so I’m headed to Roswell to play pilot and the flight attendant with him.”
“So, I’ll be at home all alone tonight.”
“You don’t have to be. Stay right where you are and have some more fun with Hogan. Hey, y’all play doctor and patient!”
“I haven’t been invited to spend another night here. Dr. McQueen may have other plans for the evening that don’t include me.”
Hogan gently removed the phone from Giva’s hand when he returned to the table with her juice. “Kyle, my man, this is Hogan McQueen. Your banana pudding was swinging! Thank you very much. And thanks for giving Giva permission to spend tonight and tomorrow night with me. I promise to take excellent care of her. I’ll even make sure she checks in with you daily, okay?” He chuckled at Kyle’s response. “Great. It was a pleasure speaking with you. Let’s plan to meet soon, my man. Later.”
Shocked beyond the stars, Giva sat with her mouth wide open after listening to Hogan charm her roomie slash BFF. The man never ceased to amaze her. His smoothness and good looks could earn him just about anything. Giva placed her hand on her heart when it started beating three times its normal rhythm. Was Hogan trying to take possession of her heart? More importantly, was she going to let him?
10
“Mmm… Oh my God, Hogan that feels wonderful.”
“I aim to please, babe.” He pressed the balls of her feet with his thumb pads and began to manipulate them in a circular motion.
After watching the sun set on the rooftop over coffee and Bailey’s Irish Cream and more conversation, Hogan and Giva had retired to the den to watch an action flick. It had been his turn to select the movie, but now he was more interested in massaging her calves, ankles, and feet. Cozy and relaxed on a blanket on the floor, he was working his magic on her.
“Is this how you begin to seduce your many female admirers?”
Hogan flashed a devilish grin and shook his head. “I don’t seduce women. If a woman and I are attracted to one another and we agree to have sex, it just happens.”
“And then you leave them.”
“I don’t leave anyone, Giva.” He released her foot to place her on his lap sideways. Searching her eyes, he explained, “Relationships and I don’t mix very well. So, after undergrad, I stopped trying and shifted my focus on med school and mapping out my career as a doctor. My life has been peaceful and free of complications involving members of the opposite sex because of my decision to simply date without getting involved.”
“Then why am I here, Hogan? If you’re not looking for a relationship, what was the purpose of asking me to spend three nights at your home?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I can’t explain this magnetic pull you have on me. It feels normal to have you in my space. My world seems right with you in it.”
“But what about my world, Hogan? In my world I see myself in love and happily married to a wonderful man who adores me. And we have the cutest, most precious babies… lots of them in a home built on love and commitment. If I can’t have that with you or any other man I trust with my heart, I don’t want anything. Excuse me.” Giva eased from Hogan’s lap and attempted to stand.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered, securing his arms around her hips to hold her in place. “This is new territory for me, Giva. I’ve never considered being in a committed relationship or marriage and babies. And I’m not going to pretend like I’m ready to try it now.”
“You don’t have to, Hogan. I understand. Thank you for a nice time. I’ll see you around.”
This time, Giva managed to break free from him and stand. When she left the den, walking in the direction of the master suite, Hogan felt a sharp pain in his chest and he couldn’t catch his breath. Her abrupt departure made him miss her already. There was no way in hell the dynamic between them could go back to the way it used to be.
They had grown so close and had learned a lot about each other. Hogan cared about Giva in a way he’d never cared about a woman, and they hadn’t been intimate. She was the only chick he was interested in and she made him feel like a million bucks. He could date her and only her if he tried. Life was all about trying new things and exploring the unknown. It was time for Hogan to man up and venture outside of his comfort zone.
“Giva! Giva, don’t go! Giva!” He sprinted in the direction of his bedroom where he found her packing her overnight bag. Using more strength than intended, he spun her around to face him. “I don’t know shit about relationships or love and settling down, but I know I want you in my life. I’m willing to try any damn thing to keep you around. Just tell me what you want from me, babe. Tell me.”
The combined scents of vanilla and papaya overwhelmed Hogan’s sense of smell even before he reached the master suite, and Rachelle Ferrell was serenading him like he was her man instead of Giva’s new bae. He paused at the cracked door and peeped inside. Other than the bright flickers from the candles, it was dark and Giva was nowhere to be found.
When Hogan fully entered the room and closed the door, he immediately heard the shower spray and off-key singing. He smiled at the thought that he was actually dating. He and Giva had agreed to give the new feelings they had for each other a fighting chance by focusing only on each other. They would take things slow and easy in their quest to get to know one another better. It wouldn’t be the sex-only situation minus substance per Hogan’s usual. But they weren’t exactly on their way down the aisle either. Giva had said it best. “Let’s just be kind and respectful to each other and see what happens.”
As if on cue, the water and horrible singing stopped just as Hogan stretched out on the bed. He picked up the remote control from the nightstand and started surfing the channels as he waited patiently for Giva to join him. He had no idea what the hell she was doing in the bathroom. Having a woman all up and through his personal space was a whole different type of party. In the past, whenever he had a lady friend, he’d visit her when he wanted to hang out and they would order food or if the woman could actually work a stove, she’d cook for him. The remainder of his visit would be spent in bed fucking.
Giva hadn’t given him as much as a glass of ice water. He had been cooking and serving her. And he wasn’t sure when she would let him make love to her, but he was going to stick to the plan to take it nice and slow with her even if he developed a bad case of the blue balls waiting. Everything had to flow and pop so Giva would feel secure enough to open her heart to Hogan so they could take th
eir new courtship to the next level. He sure hoped that day would come soon.
Evidently, Himeros, the god of sexual desire, had heard Hogan’s wish because when Giva finally emerged from the bathroom, her powder-blue, lace négligée told him the wait was over and tonight was the night. She was a vision of raw femininity at its finest with her chocolate skin glistening by candlelight against the delicate fabric.
Her hourglass silhouette, clearly visible underneath the sexy bedroom garment, posed an imminent threat to his restraint. This was the first time in Hogan’s life that he actually wanted to have a slow hand in the bedroom. But with all the testosterone and adrenaline pumping fast and furious through his veins, every muscle in his anatomy was twitching for quick relief.
He turned off the TV and opened his arms to her. “Come here, babe.”
Slowly, Giva made her way toward the bed with a glint of lust in her midnight orbs. Her braids were flowing freely, swaying with each step she made. Hogan’s heart was beating wildly in his chest with anticipation. When Giva was in reach, he gently pulled her body on top of his and began to kiss her with ravenous need that surprised him. He couldn’t recall ever wanting a woman the way he wanted this one. The scent of expensive flowery perfume on her satiny skin only intensified his need.
Their kisses became greedier and needier with each twirl of his tongue around her sweet one, tasting, teasing and pleasing her into a deep moan that sent a stream of heat to his hardened, engorged cock. He eased the négligée’s thin straps over and down her shoulders, exposing a pair of the most beautiful breasts ever. The nipples were erect and smooth, inviting Hogan to taste them, so he did. Methodically, he circled each chocolate drop alternately with the tip of his tongue much to her delight. When he took one rigid nipple into his mouth to suckle it, Giva threw her head back and purred softly.
Hogan’s tingling hands found their way to her ass where he groped and massaged it through her panties. When she ran her fingers through his hair, he cupped her bottom with both hands, pressing her feminine flower against his rock-solid dick that was fighting to get inside of her. Her pussy was sloppy wet and hot for him even through the barriers of fabric separating them. The potent scent of her sweet honey wafted in the air, pushing Hogan closer and closer to sexual insanity.
“On your knees,” he commanded in a throaty whisper.
Giva rested her body weight on her knees in a straddle that allowed Hogan to search her eyes. Her profound need for him shone like fiery torches in her orbs. It matched his desire to take her completely. On pure masculine instinct, he flipped his body to position himself on top of her. He quickly stripped her of the négligée and her panties and tossed them aside.
“Shit, your body is flawless.”
He was determined to taste and become familiar with every inch of her velvety flesh. He licked, kissed, and caressed the skin on her neck and chest on his downward slither on her body, stopping to worship each breast with his tongue. By the time his face reached her pussy, she was wetter than wet and tossing her head from side to side while she hummed out her pleasure. One upward swipe of his tongue parted the hairy lips of her vagina, exposing her stiff, swollen clit. Hogan began to flick it with his tongue unmercifully. At a moderate tempo, he maintained the right amount of pressure to make her beg for more. A fresh stream of feminine nectar gushed forth, saturating the stubble on Hogan’s face. His finger eased in out of her slick, tight opening as he continued to lap up every drop of her sweetness.
“Oh, Hogan, I’m about to cum! Oooh, baby, I’m cumming!”
Waves of euphoria ripped through her body, shaking the bed fiercely, but Hogan pressed on, sucking her clit and twirling his tongue all around it to extend the sensations. Her shivers and moans made him proud that he’d given her body the enjoyment it deserved. It was also a sign that she was ready to receive him. So, he wasted no time reaching over to find a condom in the nightstand drawer. Now on his knees, he watched Giva fall back down to earth from her ascension to the stars. He had never imagined she could be prettier than she already was, but she wore her post-orgasmic glow like a crown.
After ripping into the condom with his teeth and rolling it over his hard, thickened shaft, he settled his body between Giva’s legs. He smiled at her before taking her lips in another soul-stirring kiss. The meaty head of his dick found her opening. Hogan’s eyes connected with hers as he began to penetrate her. With great control and patience, he eased his cock into Giva’s narrow, saturated depths inch by inch, gradually with care. The deeper he pushed, the more resistance he met, but the feel of her walls separating for his entry and hugging his cock threatened a premature release. So, Hogan lay still, panting and perspiring as nature took over and allowed him in, to the hilt.
His rhythm was unrushed and easy, as he slid into her dripping pussy up to his balls and pulled out over and over again. Within moments, Giva caught on to his cadence and started throwing her hips back at him. He gave her plenty on his downstrokes and each time she bucked back, he growled in satisfaction. When Giva’s thrusts grew stronger and she followed each with a dramatic roll of her hips, Hogan picked up his pace and pumped his hips with more force. The bed shook violently as the intensity of their lovemaking spiked. An explosive climax was on the horizon.
“Ah shit, babe, your pussy is making me weak. My dick is about to explode!”
The sharp pain from the edges of Giva’s fingernails breaking the skin on his back was overshadowed by the feel of her tight walls squeezing the life out of his cock. Her muscles pulled him in and released him repeatedly as he stroked her deeper, harder, and faster, making her cry out in ecstasy.
“Hooooogaaaaan!”
The earth stood still and time paused when Giva’s walls contracted one more time and a torrential rainfall drenched Hogan’s manhood, triggering his most explosive orgasm ever. It shook him down to his bone marrow and robbed him of every ounce of energy he’d had. Millions of beads of perspiration covered his skin. He kissed Giva’s lips softly once more and rolled over onto his back with her in his arms. He kissed her again and again between inhaling and exhaling snatches of air.
“Had I known you could make me feel this damn good, I would’ve served you coffee and Bailey’s Irish Cream a long time ago.” He managed a breathy chuckle.
“Hush and go to sleep or I’ll never drink your damn Jamaican coffee and liqueur again.”
11
The cell phone on the nightstand chimed with a text message alert. The sharp ping caused Hogan to stir in his sleep.
“Ugh…” He pulled the covers over his head.
It chimed a second time.
“What the fuck?”
The last thing a man who’d made love to an insatiable woman all night long wanted was to be awakened by the phone before dawn on his last day off the job. But a second before Hogan snatched up the phone to hurl it across the room, he thought about last night. Forgetting all about his tired and weary muscles, he grinned. He and Giva had acted like a pair of horny teenagers until they could barely move. He eased his hand to her side of the bed and was surprised her warm body was missing.
Hogan sat up and looked around the master suite. The sun and the moon were battling over dominance in a gray sky that marked a brand-new spring day. Streaks of orange, yellow, and violet had painted a path through the clouds that promised an early shower upon the earth. Hogan picked up the phone to see who had interrupted the most peaceful sleep he’d had in a decade. Without his contact lenses in everything looked blurry, but when another text message popped up, his visibility mysteriously improved. He scrolled through the earlier messages and read them too.
“Yo, Giva!” He yanked the covers from his naked body and turned to search the bed for his boxers. “Giva Kamanda!”
The elliptical machine hummed in the background against the morning banter of CNN anchors Alisyn Camerota and John Berman. COVID-19 deaths in the United States were rising by the hour and so were cases diagnosed. Yet overall testing availability for th
ose who needed it most, remained scarce. Giva looked at the digital display on the fitness machine.
“Twelve more minutes…”
Determined to do a full hour of cardio, she picked up her water bottle from its holder and raised it to her lips for a sip. Then she willed her second wind to kick in so she could complete her workout. It was a miracle that she’d been able to sneak out of bed earlier without waking Hogan, as tired and sore as she was. They had made love too many times last night to count. And it was the best damn lovemaking Giva had ever experienced. She sighed at the memory.
Startled, she whipped her head around toward the entrance of Hogan’s home gym. “Sweet Jesus, you scared me, baby!” She decreased the speed on the machine and glared at him. “And why do you have my phone? Did someone call me?”
“Nope.” He shoved the phone in her face. “Hassan has been texting you and he woke me up.”
Giva turned the machine off and grabbed her water bottle. First, she placed the cold bottle against her sweaty neck and chest before taking a generous gulp. She reached for her towel on the bar, but Hogan snatched it away before she could touch it.
“Who the hell is Hassan? And why is this punk asking you to meet him in Washington, D.C.?”
Giva laughed while looking Hogan directly in the eye. “Are you jealous, Dr. McQueen?”
“Hell nah, I’m not jealous. I just want to know who Hassan is and why he feels like he can summons you to D.C. on a whim. Now, stop playing with me and tell me who the fuck he is!”
“Eh?” Giva stepped off the machine and gave Hogan a nasty side-eye. “I won’t tell you anything until you stop shouting at me like I’m a misbehaved child. Do you understand me?”
Hogan captured Giva’s wrist with one large hand as she walked away. “I’m sorry, babe, but I don’t want you talking to other guys and meeting them for out-of-town rendezvous and shit. You know this kind of situation is new to me so…”
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