Come Share My Love - By Carrie Macon Page 0,36
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, on 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