Text 2 Lovers

by J. D. Hollyfield

  “Favorite,” she interrupts, her gaze fiery. I could almost bet if people weren’t here, she’d jump me right here in the aisle.

  “You ready for more?” I question, wagging my eyebrows at her.

  She stands on her toes. “I don’t deserve more.”

  This time, it’s me giving her the fierce gaze. “You deserve everything.”

  I press a soft kiss to her lips and grab her hand. She’s quiet as we make our way to JC Penney’s. As soon as we walk inside, she starts bouncing.

  “You didn’t,” she says in a giddy tone.

  “It’s your favorite,” I tease as I guide her over to the home section. The towels are an absolute nightmare as shoppers have made a mess shopping for last-minute gifts. Dani shoves all of her bags into my hands and runs over to the first pile she sees. I lean against a shelf with my hip and watch her as she starts folding towels as if it’s her job. For a half-hour she does this. She makes the whole section neat and color-coded. She answers shoppers’ questions with glee. In this moment, she’s so fucking cute I can’t even stand it.

  “Oh my God,” she whines, forcing herself to step away from another display. “Folding towels is my favorite.”

  I laugh and slap her sexy little ass. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s keep going. I have more.”

  She squeezes my hand as I guide her out of the store and back outside. I lead her over to a kiosk in the middle of the breezeway that sells smoked sausage and—

  “CHEESE!”

  Chuckling, I peer with her at the impressive selection. The worker offers her some samples, and she scrunches her nose as she attempts to decide which tastes best. Eventually, she decides the pepper jack cheese is the winner, and I buy her a block of it.

  “I can’t believe you’ve done all of this,” she says, shaking her head in disbelief. “Who knew a wrong number could go oh-so-right?”

  I wink at her. “You hungry?”

  She nods. “Famished. But I still don’t understand how you’ll find me my last favorite thing.”

  Shrugging, I guide her through the throng of people toward the restaurants at the end. There are some higher end places like PF Chang’s and Olive Garden. There’s even a steakhouse that certainly isn’t in the budget. But none of those are what I want. Before we get there, she stops at an ornament shop. Her cheeks turn bright pink as she regards me with hooded eyes.

  “Can you wait here for a minute?”

  Flashing her a crooked smile, I nod. “For you, I’d wait forever.”

  She lets out a sweet sigh before disappearing into the store. It takes more like twenty minutes, but I promised her many more than that. Eventually, she comes out with a triumphant grin and a bag in her hand. I don’t ask what’s inside because it’s clearly for me.

  “Ready?” she questions.

  I offer my elbow, to which she takes. We stroll past some restaurants that smell like heaven until we get to Cracker Barrel.

  “Cracker Barrel?” she asks, her nose doing that cute scrunching thing again.

  I point at several white-headed people rocking in the chairs out front. “Old people.”

  She snorts with laughter and punches me in the arm. “Oh my God, Ram!”

  “It’s one of your favorite things,” I say in defense. “And you know I can’t deny you a thing, baby. Especially not your favorite things.”

  Dani then kisses me hard enough to make every single one of those old people blush.

  “Here, okay?” Dani questions as she holds a glittery faux icicle.

  “Does it really matter?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Duh! Your tree needs to be perfect.”

  I chuckle and admire my woman who looks sexy as hell with her hip cocked to one side. Her dainty hand is firmly placed on one hip, red and white striped polish on her nails.

  “Babe, it’s the first time Roman and I have ever put up a tree. It could be missing all the ornaments and still be better than we could have ever done on our own.”

  She huffs and hangs the icicle. “I want you to smile every time you see it.”

  “I smile every time I see you,” I retort.

  Her eyes cut over to mine and she chews on her plump bottom lip. My cock lurches in my pants, fully knowing what she can do with those lips.

  “Come here,” I tell her, my voice husky.

  She abandons her decorating for a moment. “Why?”

  “I want to hold you.”

  “Does this holding end with me naked?” Her dark eyebrow is arched in question, but she keeps walking toward me.

  I lift an eyebrow back at her. “Do you want it to?”

  The pink on her cheeks is a dead giveaway. “No.” Lies.

  “Mmmhhhmm,” I placate, but offer my hand.

  She clutches it and climbs onto my lap, straddling me. I love that she wears these thin leggings all the time because it allows me to feel all of her sweet, soft spots unlike jeans. My palms caress her round ass as her fingers thread into my hair.

  “Your bags are gone.” Her eyes are narrowed as she inspects me.

  I drag my gaze over to the shopping bags from earlier that are discarded on the coffee table. “Did you lose one?”

  Her thumbs slide under my eyes. “These bags. You’re sleeping more, huh?”

  My lips lift on one side. “I sleep when I’m happy. You make me happy.”

  The sadness that seemed to flash in her eyes melts away as relief takes over. “You make me happy, too,” she assures me. “In fact…I…well, you see…I lo—”

  A buzzer goes off in the kitchen and she scrambles off my lap. I watch her ass jiggle as she runs into the kitchen to pull out the cookies she was making. Eventually, she returns with a plateful of chocolate chip cookies warm from the oven. She fusses over me and won’t let me feed myself. I watch her with heated eyes as she delicately breaks off soft pieces and puts them in my mouth. Her serious expression fades to amusement when I bite her finger.

  “I’m hungry for something sweeter,” I tell her with a growl. “You should take off your pants and let me suck on your clit for a while.”

  “RAMSEY!” she shrieks and slaps at me. But my girl, ever the horny one, climbs off my lap and starts giving me a striptease to “Santa Baby” which happens to be playing in the background. When she’s good and naked, she continues to dance, a wicked grin on her face. Eventually, she sits beside me on the sofa and teases my mouth with her toe. Dani is so unguarded in this moment. So brave and curious. So fucking trusting. I grip her ankle and suck on her toe until she squeals. Then, I push her leg until her knee is against her chest. Her silky pink pussy glistens with her arousal. I wasn’t lying when I said I was hungry for her.

  I’m fucking ravenous.

  I let out a growl of eagerness as I dive into my delightful treat. Her fingers grip at my hair and a low moan escapes her the moment my hot breath tickles her cunt. Using my thumbs, I rub at the outer lips of her pussy before pulling them aside so I can see her clit. It looks swollen and needy for attention so I give it a little nibble before I suck on it as promised. Her moans are no longer quiet but more like lioness growls. She squirms and groans with every swirl of my tongue.

  “So fucking sweet,” I praise as I sink my tongue into her hot center. She’s tight as hell, even on my tongue. My cock aches to take its place.

  “Rammmmmmm…..”

  I continue to suck and nibble on every part of her perfect pussy until she’s saying my name like a chant. Her body shudders with her orgasm. I make sure to suck on her clit extra hard to make it last a little longer. When she’s over sensitized, she pushes me away.

  “Inside,” she murmurs. “Now.”

  I smirk at her and lick my lips, enjoying the scorching way she stares at me. Her eyes follow my hands to the bottom of my black fitted Henley and then settle on my chest the moment I peel it away. “Like what you see?” I tease.

  She nods. “I think so, but I’m afraid I’ll need to see more to have a more definitive answer.”

 
I give her a smug look as I unbuckle my jeans. When I go too slowly, she sits up and takes over. The woman practically undresses me like I’m a child. I laugh until she pulls me on top of her.

  “I should get a condom,” I tell her, my hard dick sliding against the wet lips of her pussy but not entering her.

  She whines and clutches my cock. “Just come on my belly.”

  Our eyes meet for a heated moment before I slowly inch into her tight heat. We haven’t been exactly responsible sexually, but with Dani, it doesn’t really matter to me. I love her. I see myself with her in ten, twenty, fifty years. I’m going to marry this girl one day. And I’ll put fifteen damn babies inside of her, if that’s what she wants.

  “Ram,” she hisses, when I sink fully into her. She’s a small woman, so it always takes her a minute to adjust to the size of my cock. Once her arousal has coated my dick, I’m able to slide in and out of her more easily. “Faster,” she urges. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders.

  I piston my hips into her powerfully, enjoying the way she moans loud enough to irritate the neighbors. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I thrust into her hard and fast like she keeps begging for. Our lips meet, no longer sweet, and we kiss furiously. I can’t seem to get enough of her. I want all of her…and then some more.

  Her body, still worked up from her last orgasm, begins to tighten around me. Short breaths escape her between kisses as she begins to unravel. I groan when her cunt hugs my cock.

  “I’m going to come,” I growl and start to pull out.

  She digs her heels into me to hold me still. My eyes close as pure bliss ripples through me. I let out a hiss the moment my cock starts throbbing out its release. Sure, we’re being irresponsible, but apparently she doesn’t care either.

  You don’t sleep with someone without birth control unless you love them. She loves me. I know this. No matter how much I want them, I don’t need the words. I can feel them even when she doesn’t say them.

  My heat spills completely into her and I collapse on her tiny frame. She plants gentle kisses along my jaw. “Ram…I…”

  I hold my breath, waiting for the words.

  “I…I need more eggs. For the cookies.” Her words are shaky, as if she’s disappointed in herself.

  I lift up and give her a warm grin that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “You get cleaned up and finish decorating. I’ll run out and grab us some, Buttercup.”

  Her frown lifts into a smile. “You’re my new favorite thing. We can take Andie off the list,” she teases.

  I give her a chaste kiss before sliding out of her hot body. The evidence of our lovemaking trickles out the moment I pull out. “I’ll be right back and we can pick up where we left off.”

  She steels her features and glances over at her bag on the table. Determination flashes in her eyes. “Yes. Perfect. Get the eggs and then I have a surprise for you.”

  An evil grin quirks up my lips. “Should I get canned whipped cream and cherries too? Is this an edible surprise?”

  Her laugh fills the room as she chucks my shirt at me. “Nice try, Rameo. Your surprise is much sweeter.”

  I lift my eyebrows in surprise. “Cunt for second dessert? And here I thought I was only going to get to taste that pretty pussy once tonight.”

  “RAM!” she shrieks, heat turning her cheeks a dark shade of red.

  Smirking, I gather my clothes up and head toward the bathroom to clean up. “We’re going to continue this cuntversation later. I’ll get you to say that word yet. Mark my words.”

  She runs after me and bounds into the bathroom on my heels. “No siree, Bob! Not ever. That horrible word is not in my vocab!”

  I pull her naked body against me and give her a wolfish grin. “Want to make a bet?”

  “Hmm. A bet against the tricky Ramsey. I don’t know,” she teases.

  “We have a cuntversation where you use the horrible word,” I tell her, and then tug at her lip with my teeth. “And then I’ll eat that pretty cunt every night for dinner for a week.”

  “Seems like a winning bet. And if I don’t say the horrible word?” she taunts.

  I grab her bare ass and lift her up before setting her on the edge of the counter. My dick is hard again, rubbing against her still dripping sex. “If you don’t, then you won’t get my naughty little tongue ever again.”

  She huffs. “Hardly seems fair.”

  With a smirk, I push inside of her, enjoying the way her fingernails claw at my shoulder. “Whoever said I play fair?”

  Stop Being so Naïve

  I WATCH THE DOOR SHUT behind him and I want to run after him. I need more eggs? Really, Dani? I cover my face with my hands, shaking my head. I should run out and stop him. Save him from the trek to the convenience store in the snow. It’s started to come down pretty heavily now and we are forecasted to get almost a foot of snow by midnight.

  I walk over to the coffee table, where I dropped my bags, and shuffle through them until I find the one I’m looking for. I gently pull out the ornament I had made for Ram and I stare at the personalization.

  I love you.

  -Dani

  The simple, round ornament, shiny red in color and filled with glitter and happiness, stares back at me. I guess myself knew I would be too chicken to say it out loud, so thankfully I thought quickly. The second I saw the shop I knew what I wanted to do. I roll the ornament in my hand, the excitement building inside me. I’m going to tell him I love him.

  “Hi Ram, I love you… Ram, guess what? I love you too… I love you, where should we put the star?” I giggle to myself, twirling around his living room. The reflection of the ornament catching on the light. I smile big, the fullness in my chest for how much in love I am. Ram makes me feel so many things, love is just the start. I dance around the tree repeating the words, I love you, Ram, laughing and smiling like an idiot. The jingling of the door handle perks my ears and I panic, putting the ornament on the tree. I turn just as the door opens, but it’s neither Ram, nor Roman.

  “Oh… hello?” I stare at a stranger. A woman. Not just any woman, but a drop-dead-gorgeous runway model type of woman. She’s as tall as Ram but very delicate and refined. Her smooth chocolate-colored skin is pretty against her white suede coat. Dark brown eyes encased in long black eyelashes blink at me in confusion. Her full lips part as if she wants to say something, but then she presses them closed and frowns at me.

  I stare at her stupidly.

  Once she seems to pull herself together from the shock of seeing me, her features harden and she lifts her chin in the air slightly. With narrowed eyes, she takes my appearance in with one quick dismissive glance.

  “Yeah, uh, I was looking for Roman. And who are you exactly?” Her cruel attitude does not go unnoticed.

  I bristle at her words. “I’m Ram’s girlfriend. And you?” I reply, sounding unsure for some strange reason.

  Her brows raise and her eyes widen at my statement. “Pardon me but did you say girlfriend?” She steps closer into the apartment, causing me to step back. Who is this girl and why does she have a key to Ram’s place?

  “You’re telling me you’re Ram’s girlfriend?” she asks again, as if not believing me the first time.

  “I am, and you still haven’t said who you are,” I bite back with a little more backbone this time.

  She snickers at me, but not in a polite way. “I, honey, am the one before you. Used to date Ram, well until his secret got exposed. Must have a strong stomach to want him after his disgusting addiction.” She pauses, her eyes taking me in. “Must be why he chose someone so… mousy. Boring on the eyes.” She practically tsks at me. Her insult hits me right where she plans, causing my hands to go up, adjusting my sweater. What secret? And he never mentioned dating someone before me.

  “I’m not sure what you’re talking about exactly. Why are you here?” I ask again.

  Her eyes gleam with distaste and her smile is anything but friendly. “You don’t know, do you? Tsk tsk, Ramsey. Always keeping se
crets. Well, I guess I would too if I got outed for my kiddie porn obsession and fired from work.”

  I can’t even fight back the horrible gasp that leaves my throat. “Excuse me?” I ask, my voice immediately shaking.

  Her laughter is like acid washing over me. “That’s right, little girl, porn. Got caught with it all over his work computer. I mean, at work? Couldn’t even wait to get home? Shame. He had an amazing cock. But no dick is worth that sick shit. Well, maybe if you were desperate for a man.” Her eyes skitter over my body, throwing the insinuation at me.

  My stomach turns like a tidal wave, the cookies threatening to expel. My face has surely lost all color. Child pornography? It can’t be true. “I don’t believe you,” I say weakly.

  “Don’t really care if you do. But it’s true. Ask Roman. Fired his own brother himself. Had to have been hard for him. And the embarrassment he held? Good thing I was there to console him. Been there for him ever since.” She pulls her eyes away from me to look around the apartment. “He sadly stormed out of work on Friday so I wanted to make sure he was okay. You know. Cheer him up if he needed it.” Bringing her eyes back on me, she winks before licking her collagen-filled lips. “Well, tell Roman I came by.” She smacks her lips once more, before swaying her hips and exiting where she came from.

  I’m disgusted and hurt and sick. My chest is heaving, my head spinning with words I can barely process. Child pornography, fired…

  My shaky hands grab for my stomach, the sharp pains causing me to buckle over.

  Child pornography.

  The world around me begins to spin. He couldn’t. Ram isn’t like that. He wouldn’t. He never told you why he was fired. No, no no. “Oh God.” I need to leave. I cannot be here when he returns. I pull myself together as I frantically search for my things. I grab my jacket, knocking over the chair it was hanging over, and shove my feet into my boots. I trip over the pile of bags all over the living room that I’d strewn while looking for the ornament and fall into the wall. I’m starting to struggle to breathe, the panic attack brewing heavily inside me.