Let Me Keep You: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (Let Me Love You Book 3)

by Mia Madison

  “That’s sexy and all mamita, but I’ma let you know right now—all this is mine.” I grabbed a handful of her pretty morning ass and jiggled it. “I ain’t fucking sharing none of this with nobody, not even your sexiest stripper friend.”

  “Aw, man,” Dilayla groaned with a face of false discouragement. “I thought we would have a little fun.”

  I looked at her like she had three heads. “Girl, you wild. I meant what I said. That pussy is mine. All mine. All of you… belongs to all of me. You ain’t even gotta worry about any of that sharing shit.”

  “Ha!” Dilayla mused. “Is that why you got mad at homegirl when she offered to share?”

  “Hell yeah!” I said. “She wasn’t built like that, and even if she were, I already knew I wasn’t planning to share you with anyone.”

  “Since when?”

  “Since the moment you stepped into VIP that night and I kicked her ass out for disrespecting you.”

  Her sultry, come-on smile lit up the bright room even more. “I have to admit there’s always been this wild sexual heat between us.”

  “I know,” I said. “And after last night, there’s no mistaking I want you.”

  She looked at me and traced her hand along my chest. “Do you… still want me? I mean, after last night—I know we say things in the heat of the moment. It’s okay if you were just high off the sex, hon.”

  I grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I told you how I felt about you before I even got inside you. I told you the other night. I told you that while I told Trinity that—to her face—which I know your little nosy ass was listening to. I told you that last night when I told your ex to go kick rocks.”

  I nibbled on her neck as I growled. “I told you that when I pushed my face between those thick, spicy thighs of yours and made you cum all over my face.”

  She whimpered in surrender, and I pressed my fingers against her wet opening, ready for round two. I slid a digit in her slick wetness and roused her to life.

  “Dilayla, this pussy is amazing.” I pulled my finger out and sucked the juice off. “Got my dick hard as fuck right now. But the truth is you’re more than pussy… and I want every bit of you. I know what I said last night, and there wasn’t any alcohol in my system when I spoke. Please stop questioning me, and let me show you better than I can tell you. I want you.”

  “And I want breakfast.” She pushed herself up, giving me a full view of her morning beauty. I pulled her close, telling her she couldn’t leave until she gave me her funky morning kiss. “You’re so nasty,” she giggled.

  “Yeah, but you love that shit. Your pussy is dripping like a faucet and I haven’t even gone back in yet.”

  “Listeeeeeeen, sucio. I’m going to take a shower. Help yourself to whatever in the kitchen.”

  I pushed myself up. “How about we both take a shower, and then grab breakfast together. Yeah? Okay,” I said, lifting her ass off the bed and tossing her over my shoulder on the way to the bathroom. “Leggo!”

  Dilayla

  Nick and I showered and went to breakfast before he dropped me off at my place. I used the next hour to relax. I texted Raquel and didn’t get an answer. The truth was I didn’t expect to. Every time I hit her up, she was getting dicked down by Kenny.

  I couldn’t be mad at my girl. I’d been telling her to stop holding out for the longest time. Now that she’d popped her cherry, she was turning into a little sex monster.

  Morelli hit me up when she was outside. I packed my gym back and jumped in the car. Handing her a bottle of water, she thanked me as she twisted off the cap.

  “Thanks again for the gig, cousin,” she said. “What’s up with you and that Nick guy?”

  “I mean,” I sputtered, blushing. “What do you mean?”

  “He not only paid handsomely, but I noticed he wasn’t paying us no mind. He was all up your ass that night.”

  “I mean… you know.” I burst into chuckles, nervous and unsure of how to respond. “We’re kicking it.”

  Morelli cocked a perfectly arched brow as we turned out of my complex. “Biiiiiitch, you are the worst liar.”

  I broke down and confessed everything to her. Morelli was like my best friend outside of Raquel, so telling her everything that had been going on between Nick and me was easy.

  “That makes perfect sense,” she said. “He won’t pay us attention when he’s pussy-whipped over you.”

  “He seems like a real one. I just—it’s so quick, you know?”

  “And?” She shrugged. “Men usually do things in packs. His best friend just married yours. You think that doesn’t make him think he needs to settle down too? Men can’t hang with each other like they used to once one of them gets married. They have to do married people stuff so they don’t get in trouble.”

  “Raquel doesn’t seem like the type to trip. She’s pretty cool with him as he is.”

  “That doesn’t mean he won’t give up some of his ways to make her happy and keep her from tripping.” Morelli chuckled. “It was cute, though. These men paid all that money, and the only thing they did was watch the both of you ladies enjoy yourselves.”

  “I know, right?” We laughed, and the conversation shifted.

  “So, what’s up with your boy, Dom, though?” Morelli asked. Her lashes lowered and a surreptitious smirk filled her expression. “What’s he about?”

  “Dom is crazy, from what I heard.”

  “Crazy?”

  “Yeah, the guys say he’s scared of beautiful women. Doesn’t think they’re into him, so he deliberately chooses women he feels are less threatening. But he’s single.” Morelli’s provocative expression tickled me. “You’re interested in him, aren’t you?”

  Now it was her turn to blush. “He’s cute. Husky and shy, but carries himself well. I’d love to see what he’s about. Put in a word for me?”

  “Girl, you know you almost gave him a heart attack Friday night, right?” We laughed and she nodded.

  “He almost ran out the car before it came to stop that night.” She giggled. “It was hilarious.”

  We entered the brand-new studio. “My girl Bianca owns this place,” she confessed. “She’s setting up a pole studio in here and wants me to give classes. I’m thinking about it. I’m almost ready to chill on the dancing.”

  “Really? Why?”

  “Girl, I’ve been dancing for three years. I’m twenty-four, and turning twenty-five soon. If you don’t have an exit strategy, you’ll be doing this forever, and there’s always a new girl coming in ready to take your spot,” she confessed. “It’s a sexy gig, but it’s thankless at times. I can use all this money I’ve been saving—and my brand—and transform into something different. Teaching women how to dance might be way more fun than twerking it for horny, drunken men who don’t know how to bring out the freaks in their women.”

  “True…” I nodded. A hot flare of desire shot between my legs, and the ache of Nick’s delicious cock made itself known. My soul watered for more of him inside me.

  “Aight, let’s stretch,” she said, getting into instructor mode. “Proper warmups are necessary if you’re going to dance for Nick.”

  “Heiffer!”

  Two hours later, I was sweaty and worn all the way out. Morelli hadn’t lied when she said pole dancing would be a workout.

  Pole was so different than any other workout I’d done. I had to use my core muscles in ways I never imagined, which threw me off. My core was pretty strong, but there was so much dynamic strength involved, I knew I’d have a brand-new set of abs by the time I perfected the ones she’d taught me, hopefully within a month or two.

  “You’re such a good teacher,” I praised her. “Let me know when you have classes so I can sign up.”

  “I’ll train you for free, though.”

  “No, bitch. You’re a hustler. You need to get all your money, and I want to support you.” It was important to me that I paid people for their services. It was easy to get freebies, but Morelli hustled 24/7 to get
hers, and I wouldn’t be helping her if I didn’t give her something.

  “Psh,” she said, when I pushed a hundred-dollar bill in her hand. “Girl, bye.”

  “Take this money,” I growled. “You earned it.”

  She refused, so I stuffed it in my palm, and pretended to put it away. When she pulled up to my apartment, I tossed it in the backseat and ran out.

  She called out to me and I thought she would yell at me for doing that, but I heard her shriek in distress and turned.

  She pointed, “Look at your car.”

  I stopped, looked, and wanted to vomit. My car, my pretty, blue-raspberry Mustang, was wrecked. Someone had taken keys and raked them along the sides. It was covered in eggs, and the windows were smashed in. How the heck did I skip past that gleefully?

  Morelli parked in my extra space and got out. She grabbed her phone and took pics. “Don’t touch anything.”

  My face burned beet red. Brian. It had to be. He was just going off the deep end recently, and it made no sense; he was the one who ended our relationship with his madness.

  “I can’t stand that motherfucker!” I screamed. I needed to put my purse down, but when I walked inside, I wanted to die. My door had been kicked open, and my place was trashed. Clothes were piled on the floor with bleach poured all over them. Several items were broken and smashed throughout the house.

  When I got to my bed, it was soaking wet. The hot stench of piss emanating from the pillows let me know that the bed, and everything on it was a wrap.

  “He’s off the fucking meter,” Morelli hissed, holding her nose. “Doesn’t he know that police can match DNA from piss?”

  “You watch too much CSI. There’s not enough epithelial cells in urine to match to DNA like TV would have you believe.”

  I burst into tears as I pulled out my phone and called Nick. When he answered, I blabbered everything I could as I attempted to explain what happened. I don’t know if I was clear, but he interrupted me.

  “Baby, I’m coming. Be there ASAP.”

  I went to Morelli’s car, and sobbed in the passenger seat. Why could someone be so fucking hateful? All I wanted was to let go of this relationship that hadn’t worked. It never did. And the fact that this was the way he reacted let me know it never would.

  I looked at my phone to see if Brian had contacted me. He was unusually quiet, and that was enough for me to know he’d been involved in this. He couldn’t have been innocent when he’d been blowing up my phone and stalking my home up until this point.

  I hated him with every fiber in my body, but I let my ferocity melt into vulnerability and safety when Nick pulled up, in a fresh tank top and gym shorts. His scowl was dangerous, and I couldn’t help but get turned on. I could see he was ready to fuck someone up.

  He looked at the car, pure rage in his face. I followed him into the house, explaining that I found it this way. He walked through the house and his anger took on a deeper viscosity.

  “Babe,” he instructed. “Pack what you can, including your personal documents. You can stay with me while the police investigate.”

  An hour later, Morelli, Raquel, and Kenny were all at Nick’s house. I showered for a good long time, letting the tears wash away under the water.

  I put on another tube dress. It was a neon pink number, the same style as the teal one, purchased straight from Babes and Felines. I loved Ciera Rogers and my body was similar to hers. It was one of the few things Brian hadn’t trashed.

  Raquel and Morelli comforted me as I shook my head in disbelief. The police already had a report. They had forensics on the job and advised me not to go back to my apartment.

  My car? It wasn’t damaged beyond repair, but it would take several thousand dollars for my baby to be back to normal. I was scared to take her to the mechanic. What if he’d done even more to the car that I hadn’t seen?

  “Have you spoken to him?” Raquel asked. I shook my head and explained what happened when Nick confronted him. I told her he probably felt he was above the law when it came to me.

  “Nah, man,” Nick cut in. “He’s officially a drug test away from getting cut from the Dolphins.”

  “What if he comes after me?” There wasn’t any telling what he was capable of at this point.

  “He won’t… you’re staying here,” Nick insisted. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting that motherfucker near you. He’ll have to get through me first.”

  “And we’re getting a restraining order,” Raquel and Morelli chimed in.

  I stood over the balcony. My girls were gone, Kenny had left, and my phone was dead. I’d called my family and warned them of what happened, and assured them I was okay.

  After the day I’d had, there was nothing left for me to do but sip my third and final glass of Rinaldi and accept the fact that people were crazy.

  Nick showered and met me on the balcony with a Corona in his hand. Standing behind me like a shield, he kissed the top of my head.

  “You okay, love?”

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “Just… trying to understand it all.”

  “He’s a crazy bitch. Ain’t nothing to understand about him.” I could hear the venom in his voice, which softened as he addressed me again. “I don’t want you to worry about anything, okay love?”

  “How can I not?” I said. “I can’t live here forever…”

  “Girl, you haven’t even gone to sleep in my bed. It’s the best bed in the world. You ain’t gonna wanna leave after you lie in it,” he snickered like I was crazy, and I fell under the spell of his humor.

  “Papi, you’re fucking crazy.”

  “Only about you.” He turned me around and then rotated us so that he was leaned against the balcony. The look in his eyes burned into my heart as he gave me that sincere expression. “Clearly, I ain’t the only one—but I’m the only one you’ll worry about. I’ll make sure of it.”

  A light breeze carried the scent of the ocean into the air. I shivered at his words. I knew he meant what he said, and I couldn’t lie. Looking into his hazel eyes, fierce and protective, and thinking about the way he’d put me first this weekend, even down to handling Trinity, I could feel Nick was completely real. This was real love.

  “Babe, I’m scared.” Tears came to my eyes. I adjusted my dress and stepped back.

  “Nuh uh.” He pulled me closer. “What are you scared of?”

  “All I’ve known up to this point is Brian. What if I fuck it up? You see what he just did to me?”

  “Baby girl… he wasn’t a man. He was a little boy, and his time is coming. He won’t even have a contract on him once tomorrow hits. It’ll be all over the news. Once he’s dropped, I got a couple homies from Dade County who know exactly what to do to keep him from you.”

  He cupped my chin and tilted it with a finger. “I don’t need you to fall in love today, or even tomorrow. I just need you to trust me, let me lead you, and enjoy every moment. It’s living in the present that keeps us from fucking up the future.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Another one of those love quotes?”

  He shrugged. “But am I lying?”

  “No.”

  “Okay, then.” He kissed my forehead. “Just promise me, you’ll give me the chance. Let me do my job.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “To go hard and show you I’m the one you’re safe with.”

  The words went through my ears and sent shivers through my body. They settled in my heart and my entire being blushed. “Okay, papi.”

  We shared a sweet, slow kiss that was broken prematurely by Nick’s yawning. “Bien, mami. Right now, though? I’m tired.” He squeezed my ass. “Ooh, that pussy good. Come and sit it on my tastebuds.”

  “Okay, Kendrick Lamar,” I snickered.

  “Yeah, baby,” he mused. “Lemme lay you down, make you cum, and kiss you good night.”

  I wriggled my eyebrows at him and turned on my heels. He didn’t have to beg me to take any of that magic dick.

  Nick’s E
pilogue

  Three Weeks Later

  For the first two weeks, when I wasn’t around Dilayla, all I could do was fantasize about being with her, waking up next to her, and being inside her. She was scared, but I wasn’t giving up. I knew what I wanted, and I worked hard to get her to realize my realness.

  She finally opened up more, and that’s when a player fell in love.

  Dilayla was everything I needed in a woman. Vivacious, sexy, lighthearted, and most of all, she was a deeply loving, feeling, passionate woman. She had simple dreams and a solid focus: to make good money, create good memories, and live a good life.

  Her beauty was obvious; I’d never seen such a gorgeous woman in my life. I loved to play in her beautiful, black, ass-length ringlets. But beauty, booty, and sparkling phenomenal pussy aside, the girl’s shone through everything else she offered.

  By the end of the second week, I’d met up with Raquel and let her pick out a ring. She knew Dilayla’s tastes, and picked out a gorgeous emerald-cut that rivaled what Kenny picked for her. I ended up buying two, the large one, and its baby cousin, just in case she didn’t want to wear that big-ass rock everywhere—and yes, both were insured.

  She was so scared. I had my lawyer draw up a pre-nup. She would walk away with a solid five million if we didn’t work out after a year, no arguments, slander, or bullshit. When she saw the contract and the ring, she nearly fainted, but she accepted on the spot.

  “Wow, this is crazy!”

  “Yeah, but I told you, all you needed was a real one who was ready to make it happen,” I said. “Trust me, baby. I’m all you need.”

  I lifted her pretty ass up and tossed her over my shoulder. She was in yet another one of those tube dresses. This one was lime green and popped against her skin. It wasn’t snow white but it was perfect for the spontaneity of the moment.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Fuck you mean? You think this is a game?” I looked at her like she was crazy. I wasn’t waiting any longer than I needed to for making her my woman. “Kenny, Raquel, and Morelli are downstairs. Dom’s already at the courthouse. We’re getting married right now, mami! Ahora!”