Sometimes the best thing you can do is
not think, not wonder, not imagine not obsess.
Just breathe, and have faith
that everything will work out for
the best…
 ~ Author Unknown


Yvonne walked up to RaShaun and looked him in the eye. "I can understand why you would think I want back because of what happened with you and ...Terri." No matter how difficult it was, she forced herself to say the other woman's name. "But this has nothing to do with...her... and nothing to do with Brandon. RaShaun, I’m not naïve enough to think we can just pick up where we left off like nothing’s happened, but I think we’re worth it to at least try. Don’t you?”

RaShaun hesitated before reaching out to run his hand along the side of her face, his fingertips barely touching her skin. 

“That’s why I came over here this morning. It’s why I came back after I got things straight with Terri.” Seeing her flinch at the mention of Terri's name he took a tentative step closer when she suddenly moved away from his touch. “Yvonne–”

“You asked if me wanting us back together had anything to do with her. It doesn’t, but…”

“But what?”

“I need to know she’s out of your life, Shaun. For good this time. I think I understand how…how it happened. And why.”

“It wasn’t something I planned, Von. Seeing you last night with Valentine…I thought–”

“I know what you thought but I wasn’t there with him. I was coming over to you to see if we could talk about us. You witnessed first hand me telling Brandon that I wanted nothing to do with him, and I meant that. Can you say the same about Terri?”

“She won’t be a problem. I promise you that.” He hesitated, then added. “Last night…with her…it shouldn’t have ever happened. I was jealous, hurt, and angry and I wanted to make you feel those same things.”

“And...that's the only reason? Like you said, now is the time for complete honesty between us. If you still have feelings for her–”

“Of course I don’t. She knows how I feel about you. I made that clear when I went over there.” He slid his hand around the back of her neck, drawing her closer. “It was a mistake, and I regret even letting myself be provoked and controlled by the urge to hurt you like that. I’m sorry.”


Yvonne blinked and cleared her throat, determined not to cry, no matter how the conversation went between them.

“Then you’re sure this is what you want? Are you sure that one day you won’t suddenly decide you’ve changed your mind or…”

RaShaun’s gaze intensified. “My commitment to this relationship was never in question. I’ve always known what I wanted.”

Her lashes fluttered then quickly dropped. She guessed she had walked right into that one. 


Now there was just one more thing. She’d done some thinking once he’d left to go see Terri. If they truly decided they were going to make this happen she felt there was one more issue they needed to agree on first.

“Okay. I’d like to try, but…I don’t think we should share a bed. Not yet.”

RaShaun’s frown came quick. “Uh…why?”

“We’ve been through a major upheaval in our relationship, Shaun. The only way to see if what we have is real is to make sure sex doesn’t confuse the issues we have to work on.”

His eyes dropped to her mouth. “Yeah. Sex was definitely never one of our problems.” Clearing his throat he continued in a hoarse voice. “But, uh, yeah. I guess I understand what you mean. We need to see if we can figure out what got us to this point and fix it before we move on.”

“Okay.” Yvonne brought her hands up to rest lightly on his waist. “Then…we agree? No sex until our other issues have been resolved?”

He frowned, apparently still not completely sold on the idea. “And how will we know we’re ready?”

Yvonne smiled. “I think we’ll know, but for now, will you please, please kiss me before I lose my mind?”

RaShaun lifted a darkly curved brow. “Are you sure that won’t cloud the issue?”


The smile he tried to keep in check found it’s way out. He lowered his head until their lips finally met. They both moaned at the sweet contact. It hadn’t been that long, but it seemed like forever since they had kissed one another.

Yvonne stood on tiptoe to deepen the kiss, slowly darting her tongue in and out of his mouth. She let out a soft whimper, wrapping her arms around his neck when he returned the kiss with a hunger that was just as urgent as hers, tempting, tasting, and taking what he’d missed.

She moved closer, rubbing her body restlessly against his. A soft cry escaped from her throat when RaShaun pulled her flush against the lower part of his body so that his hardness nestled perfectly into her softness.

“Von….” he whispered. “You feel that?" 

“Yes, but–”

“No buts,” he cut in, angling his mouth back to her lips. “You want this just as much as I do, need it just as much, don’t you?” he whispered.

Before she realized it, Yvonne felt the couch touch the back of her legs. She hadn’t even been conscious of moving. 


“RaShaun, no.” She disengaged their lips and placed her hands on his chest to hold him back. “I mean it. No.”

His eyes, dark and cloudy with passion, met hers. Realizing she was not going to change her mind, he sighed and rested his forehead against hers. They both closed their eyes and took in big gulps of air.

After several moments, RaShaun’s arms loosened from around her waist. He moved back, but only a little, as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to break contact.

“I guess we can’t let ourselves get carried away like this if the plan is to focus on strengthening our relationship before we decide to make love, right?”

“Uh huh,” Yvonne nodded, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Right.”

RaShaun closed his eyes again and took a deep breath before opening them. “Do you want to get your things together now or do you need some time? I can come back later.”

Yvonne gave him him a threatening look. “If you think you’re leaving without me, you have another think coming, Mr. Patterson.”

They stared at each other before breaking out into laughter that helped to lift some of the tension. Gesturing for her to lead the way, he followed her to her room to help her pack.


A couple of hours later they were back at his house. RaShaun reclined back on the bed in their bedroom and watched Yvonne put some of her things away. Neither said a word, but the silence was a comfortable one.

Finally, Yvonne glanced around, rubbing her hands. “Well, I think that’s everything. Are you sure you don’t want me to take the guest bedroom?”

“No. All of your…girly things are in here, so it makes sense for you to sleep in here.” He didn’t tell her that, although he’d tried, he hadn’t slept in their bed since she’d left.

“Okay, if you’re sure. I already called Tara and told her I’d be back to get the last little bit that I had at her place later.”

RaShaun smiled. “That cousin of yours. I could hear her screaming through the phone while you talked to her.”

Yvonne sat beside him on the bed and grinned. “Yeah. I don’t know if she was happy because you and I are trying to work things out or because she has her space back.”

“Probably a little bit of both,” RaShaun said. They laughed because there was probably more than a little truth to his statement.

The two of them sat looking at each other as the laughter died down. They suddenly became aware that they were in the bedroom…sitting on the bed… alone...

Yvonne looked away with an effort. She was going to go by the rules of their arrangement if it killed her. Especially since it had been her idea.

She hopped up and said in a cheerful, overly bright voice, “So…what are we going to do for the rest of the evening? Are you hungry?” She got her answer when his hot eyes ran over her body.

“For food.” she clarified, folding her arms over her aching breasts. Damn him, he wasn’t helping.

Clearly making an effort to do his part, RaShaun made a suggestion. “I bought a couple of steaks yesterday. How about we put them on the grill and fix a salad, if that’s okay with you. I’m kind of burnt out on takeout.”

“Perfect.” Yvonne sighed with relief as they moved to a safe subject. “That sounds really good.”

Standing, RaShaun took her hand as they walked to the kitchen. The conversation turned to general topics as they made easy conversation, instinctively falling into an easy routine without even thinking about it. After RaShaun seasoned the steaks, he went to the patio to prepare the grill. Yvonne popped a couple of potatoes in the microwave and made a quick bowl of salad that she placed in the refrigerator until they were ready to eat.

Grabbing a couple of beers, she joined RaShaun on the patio and gave him one before opening her bottle. “It’s a nice night out.”

“Yeah, it is. For a change,” he added, taking a long swallow of his beer before settling down in the chair beside her. “At least it’s not unbearably hot tonight.”

They continued talking about work, his family, and a little gossip. Before long the food was ready. They decided to sit outside and eat, so Yvonne brought out plates, utensils, and a couple of candles to set the table while RaShaun went back inside and grabbed a bottle of wine and some glasses. Once everything was served, they proceeded to have an enjoyable meal and a stimulating debate about the latest health care proposal that was trying to get passed, as well as other world events in the news until they finished eating.

“That was delicious.” Leaning back in her chair, Yvonne sighed and took a small sip of her wine. “I’m stuffed.”

RaShaun refilled his glass and gestured if she wanted more as well. She held her glass out to him and smiled her thanks.

“I’ve missed this,” she said quietly.

“Yeah. I have too.” They sat for a while enjoying the silence. “Now that I think about it, we haven’t just slowed down and enjoyed each other like this for a long time. This was nice.”

“Yes. Our lives are so busy, though, we hardly ever had the time. I guess we need to make an effort to make time.”

RaShaun smiled his agreement. The rest of the evening passed pleasantly, and when Yvonne yawned for about the fifth time, he stood up and starting stacking the dishes to take inside. She scooted her chair back to help, but he shook his head to stop her.

“I got it, babe. Sit down and relax.” Their eyes met as they realized the familiar endearment slipped out as easily as if he’d said it yesterday. RaShaun wordlessly picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

Yvonne brought the empty bottle of wine they’d finished inside and threw it in the trashcan. “Wanna watch a movie?”

RaShaun folded his arms and leaned back against he counter. “Why? You’re only going to fall asleep halfway through it like you always do,” he teased. “You were just yawning outside.”

“Well, I’m woke now,” she sniffed, tossing her chin playfully.

“Okay.” RaShaun’s tone noticeably conveyed his doubt. “I’ll pop some popcorn if you wanna go and find something to watch. And none of that sappy stuff, please,” he grimaced.

“Sure. One chick flick coming up,” she grinned, heading off to the family room.

RaShaun groaned playfully. Once the popcorn was finished, he poured it in a large bowl and went to join Yvonne on the couch. As he’d predicted, the movie had barely started before she started yawning again. It didn’t take long for her head to find its way onto his shoulder, and halfway through the movie, she was asleep.

Shaking his head, RaShaun gently lifted his arm and put them around her. Yvonne snuggled closer to him and slid her arms around his waist as she settled back into a peaceful sleep. RaShaun knew he probably should get her up so that she could go to bed. They both had to work in the morning, but he was enjoying having her beside him on the couch. Deciding he’d wait until the movie was over, he covered them with an afghan lying on the arm of the sofa and laid his head back.

That was the last thing he remembered before he woke up to soft kisses being placed along the column of his neck. With his eyes still closed, he moaned softly and leaned his head to the side.

Yvonne’s teeth replaced her lips, biting his neck. Damn. She knew he loved that shit. Whispering her name, he brought his hand to the back of her head and clutched his fingers in her hair when she reached a particularly sensitive spot.


Her mouth moved up and bit his earlobe before licking and sucking it softly into her mouth. The sensation stimulated the blood that flowed directly to his dick. He tried to stifle the moans that fought to escape his throat, but after a while, he gave up all pretense of staying cool and turned his head to meet her soft lips.

Their mouths fused together in a slow, deep kiss. Murmuring incoherently, RaShaun pushed her down on the couch and covered her restless body. His fingers went to her breast, kneading and tweaking her nipple until it was hard and firm to his touch.

“RaShaun…” She moaned his name as he lowered his lips to her neck. “Oh, God, yes. Shaunnn…”

He slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pushed her bra up without unsnapping the clasp. His mouth latched on to her full, pouting breast while his tongue licked greedily over the nipple. He moved over to the other breast then pushed the plump mounds together, feeding from them as if they were dispensing sweet honey.

When his hand went to her shorts, Yvonne grabbed his hand. “Shaun, m-maybe we should stop.”

“In a minute.” He pulled his hand free and quickly unsnapped and unzipped her shorts. She tried to grab his hand again, but he playfully swiped her out of the way. “You started this, remember?”

“I know, but we said…” Yvonne bit down hard on her lip when his fingers brushed over the damp crotch of her panties. “W-We said we weren’t going to–”

“We’re not,” he whispered. “I just want to touch you. Just for a second.”

His fingers crawled under the thin waistband of her panties and went directly to the folds of flesh that covered her core. They both moaned as his fingers dipped inside her soaking wet opening. 


RaShaun cursed under his breath as her inner muscles grasped his fingers in a tight grip. He slowly moved them in and then out of her at a steady movement until her hips circled in time to his rhythm. Yvonne groaned loudly as he added his thumb and caressed her swollen clit. Moments later, she screamed in pleasure as her pussy clenched and released repeatedly in a long, hard orgasm.

RaShaun kept up the gentle assault until her tense body relaxed and collapsed on the cushions of the couch. He slowly withdrew his fingers, smiling when she all but purred in satisfaction. He made a move to sit up, but her hand reached down to cup his erection through his jeans. For the briefest of moments, he pushed himself into her palm, but he knew if he didn’t stop now…

Capturing her hand in his, he brought it to his lips and kissed it. Looking deeply into her eyes, he shook his head. “No. Goodnight.”

Yvonne blinked in surprise and confusion. “But…”

“'Night, baby.” When she didn’t move he sat up and gently reached behind her. Scooting her bottom to the edge of the couch, he pushed her the rest of the way up. “I need you to go to your room…now.”

RaShaun’s voice was raspy with the ravenous hunger he felt for her. She had two seconds before he said to hell with their agreement and dove between her legs with the hard, steel pipe his sex had now become.

Comprehension dawned on Yvonne’s face. She quickly turned and headed towards her room, but just before she disappeared from his sight, she hesitated.

“Go,” he growled.

Hearing the warning in his voice, she took off in a flash, walking at a hurried pace This time she didn’t stop until she left the room.

RaShaun grabbed his hard, bulging shaft and glared down at it. Don’t you remember the fucking talk I had with you before dinner? Now look at you.

Apparently, his treacherous dick wasn’t listening because it twitched as the scent of Yvonne’s arousal lingered in the room.

Cursing a blue streak, he stood up. After making sure the doors were locked and the alarm was on, RaShaun hesitated and looked in the direction of his and Yvonne’s bedroom. It was situated on the opposite side of the house away from the other bedrooms. 


As tempting as it was to do otherwise...he forced himself to turn around and walk, and didn’t stop until he got to the bedroom.

He went directly to the bathroom and turned the shower on, not even bothering with hot water. Stripping out of his clothes, he stepped into the shower stall and yelled out loud as the cold water splattered over his body.

He stared down at his erection, willing it to go down. “ComeonComeonComeon…”

When it stubbornly refused, he did something he hadn’t done in years. Stroking his thick, burgeoning meat, he jerked himself off to a much needed release. He groaned loudly as cum shot in the air several times and flowed down the drain.

Leaning back against the wall of the shower, he closed his eyes as he caught his breath. He tried to think about anything except for what had happened on the couch, but hell. It was going to be a long, fucking night.


The next morning, RaShaun stood in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee and reading the paper he’d spread out in front of him on the island. He looked at his watch and shook his head. 


Some things never changed. Yvonne should’ve been walking out of the door right about now.

He was just getting ready to go and knock on the bedroom door when he heard the rapid tapping of her heels against the hardwood floor. Seconds later, she rounded the corner and came into the kitchen.

“Good morning.” She uttered the greeting in a breathless rush.

“Morning. I was just about to come and get you.”

“I know. I couldn’t decide which outfit I wanted to wear. I changed clothes twice.”

RaShaun tried to be subtle as his eyes took in how well the designer suit she settled on fit her compact body to perfection. He never tired of looking at Yvonne’s curves. They dipped and swelled and peaked in all the places they should.

As his eyes lingered on her skirt, a tiny frown marred his forehead. He hadn’t seen this outfit before. Must be new. However, the material seemed to be just a bit too snug and short for the office in his opinion. With the frown still in place, he took another sip of his coffee and turned to watch her pour herself a cup.


Yvonne felt RaShaun’s eyes on her but avoided looking at him. Last night was still fresh on her mind, and she didn’t know whether or not he would be upset with her for initiating the whole thing.

“Actually, I’m not late,” she said, commenting on his statement. “I have an appointment to meet a client later this morning, so I’m good,” she chattered on nervously.

Swinging around, she placed her coffee cup and a brown, leather briefcase on the counter beside the newspaper. Rummaging through the briefcase, she said in a casual voice, “Before I forget, I want to apologize for last night. I was out of line.”

RaShaun raised his eyebrows. He had been about to broach that same subject himself. “Yeah, uh, that’s what I want to talk to you about. I think–”

“For future reference, I’ll make sure to be more aware of my actions. I don’t want you to think I don’t respect our agreement.”

“Oh. Well. Okay.” RaShaun frowned. That wasn't how he's planned for the conversation to go but he guessed that was settled.

Still somewhat distracted, he reached for his coffee at the same time Yvonne leaned over to pick up a pen off the floor that had fallen out of the briefcase. Her skirt rode up enticingly high over the backs of her brown smooth thighs. RaShaun’s eyes zeroed in on the amount of bare, exposed skin. The skirt had also pulled taut over her round ass. The position instantly gave him images of her bent over the table while he fucked her from behind.

With her body holding his rapt attention, he accidentally knocked his cup over, spilling coffee on the counter, his newspaper, and the front of his pants.

“Shit!” He jumped back, but it was too late. Stains had already set in on his gray slacks.

“Shaun!” Yvonne gasped in dismay. “Look what you’ve done.”

She quickly walked over to the sink and wet a dishtowel. Hurrying back to him, she dabbed at the front of his pants.

RaShaun inhaled sharply when her hands came in contact with the erection that had sprung up when she bent over. There was no way hadn’t felt it. When she gasped and quickly dropped her hands, he knew for sure that she had.

Angry with himself for his lack of control, he snatched the towel out of her hand. “I got it! Dammit!”

Yvonne frowned. “Why are you yelling at me?”

“Because its your fault, that’s why! And I have a meeting in forty-five minutes which I guess I’ll be late for now,” he snapped.

Yvonne opened her mouth to shoot back a blistering reply, but apparently thought better of it. Throwing her hands up, she turned to get her briefcase.

“And don’t you think that skirt is too short and tight to wear to the office?” RaShaun glared at her before throwing the towel down and stalking out of the kitchen without waiting for a reply. All he knew was that she better not be bending her ass over at her job.

Yvonne looked down at her skirt with a puzzled expression. It was the same length she always wore. What in the hell was with him?


Wanting to make sure the evening ended a lot better than the morning had began, Yvonne stopped by the store after work to pick up ingredients to fix RaShaun’s favorite meal. She hurried to change out of her clothes before going to the kitchen. She still wasn’t sure why he had been in such a funky mood that morning, but she knew the best way to that man’s heart was definitely through his stomach.

Well, that’s the best second way, she grinned to herself.

Humming softly under her breath, she set about getting started. It didn’t take long before everything was just about ready. Deciding to take a quick bath before RaShaun got home, Yvonne made sure the burners were off then hurried to the bathroom. She poured a liberal amount of bubble bath under the running water and stripped off her clothes. As she slipped into the tub, she sank down and leaned back in relief. It had been a long, taxing day.

“This feels sooo good,” she whispered to herself.

The soothing bath must have put her to sleep because the next thing she knew, her eyes were slowly opening, and when they did she saw RaShaun leaning against the door staring at her. She automatically gave him a sleepy smile, which he returned.

“You look nice and relaxed.”

“I guess I am. I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” she laughed.

RaShaun walked in further and reached for a large bath towel. Unfolding it, he held it out in front of him for her.


Yvonne hesitated, then stood up. She swallowed hard when his eyes slid over her slippery body, pausing at the spot between her legs. She stepped towards him and held her arms up so that he could wrap the towel around her body and tuck the end of it between her breasts. His fingers lingered for a moment before he slowly pulled them out. Their eyes held for several, long seconds before he turned and left the bathroom without a word.

Yvonne tried to get her breathing under control. She honestly didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She fanned herself with her hand to try and cool off. After patting her skin dry, she went to her bedroom and put on the short sundress she had laid across the bed.

Once she got downstairs, she looked around for RaShaun. When she didn’t see him, she figured he was in his room changing clothes. Going to the kitchen, she finished up the rest of the meal before pouring a glass of wine and going to sit in the living room to wait on him.

Several minutes later, she heard him go to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. Then he joined her on the couch with a beer. She noticed that his hair appeared to be slightly damp.

“Did you take a shower?”

He grunted an answer, which she assumed meant yes. Yvonne decided to remain quiet and leave him to his thoughts since it was obvious something was on his mind.

When he finally spoke, he abruptly asked her about her parents. Yvonne hesitated before answering. She had only briefly touched on the subject a few times because it wasn’t something she liked to think about. RaShaun usually let the subject drop, but this time, he kept prodding her until she went into more detail. She described how miserable she and her siblings had been throughout out their childhood because of the constant tension between her mother and father. She found out later that they only stayed together because of their kids, but everyone would’ve been so much happier if they had split long before they did.

RaShaun listened closely as she haltingly revealed things she’d never told anyone else. Not even Tara. He gave her a different viewpoint on a lot of concerns, and surprisingly made her see the situation in a different light. They continued the discussion over dinner until the mood eventually lightened. This time, after cleaning up the kitchen together, they made it a point to use restraint and control while they said their goodnights.

During the next couple of weeks, Yvonne found herself becoming more comfortable opening up to RaShaun about feelings that she thought he would’ve found to be insignificant. His parents had what seemed to be the perfect marriage. She just never thought he would understand the some of the things she’d been through.

“Have I ever made you think I wasn’t interested in anything you had to say or anything that’s happened in your past, Von?”

“Well, no, but–”

“No buts. If it’s important to you, it’s important to me.”

Yvonne sat quietly, but the emotion his words evoked left her rethinking a lot of things she may have taken the wrong way.

“Babe, look at me.” He waited until she lifted watery eyes in his direction. “So many times I practically begged you to talk to me when it seemed like there were things on your mind, but you always shut down on me.”

He was right. That was something she couldn’t deny. Yvonne knew she wasn’t the best communicator, especially when it came to expressing her feelings or asking for help. Instead of opening up, she withdrew inside herself, and as RaShaun said, shut everything and everyone else out…including him.

“Von, I need you to trust me to be there for you. It doesn’t matter how busy I might seem, you come first with me. Always. Between the two of us, I promise we’ll work it out.” He ducked his head to capture her eyes with his. “Okay?”

“It’s just hard to open up. I…I don’t know why.” She pressed her lips together to stop them from trembling. The smile she tried to give him dissolved until it turned upside down.

RaShaun’s eyes softened. Standing, he pulled her up from the couch and folded her into his arms. 


Yvonne held on to him tightly. They had taken steps to put them on the right path. Now they just had to continue and not detour. Then, maybe...just maybe..they would make it.


As each day passed, Yvonne found herself falling in love with RaShaun all over again. Sometimes, she’d catch him just staring at her, and the look on his face would make her virtually melt inside. The only thing that could make it any better would be to consummate their commitment.

Although, she was glad they had abstained from sex this last month, it was driving her crazy. Needing to vent her frustrations, she talked to Tara about it one Friday evening over the phone after she’d gotten out of the tub. As usual, Tara didn’t bite her tongue.

“Girl, I don’t know what you were thinking by adding that stipulation. Now that Rah has agreed with you, your ass is stuck. Intimacy only makes the relationship stronger. If you feel its time to take the next step, then go for it.”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried? I’ve practically thrown myself at the man more than once, but he’s really taking this thing to heart. Just yesterday, he told me that it’s really been good for us to actually just focus on making our relationship better.” Yvonne sighed in frustration and walked over to the window. “We’ve come so far and made so much progress that I…I don’t…um...I don’t want…to…”

Her sentence gradually tapered off as her jaw hit the floor. Staring hard out of the window, she forgot all about Tara on the phone.

Ohhh my…

She watched as RaShaun stopped in the driveway apparently coming back from his evening jog. He had on a pair of running shorts that not only lovingly hugged his perfect ass and muscled thighs, but also emphasized the bulge in front of the shorts. He had pulled off the wife beater he’d worn and was wiping his face with it, leaving his upper body bare. 



He looked so good that Yvonne almost wanted to lick the sweat dripping from his gorgeous body. She hadn’t seen him without a shirt in a while, and her mouth salivated at the sight. The setting was so perfect, it was almost as if he had been plucked out of one of those men’s fitness magazines and placed in front of her for her viewing pleasure.

“Sweet Jesus,” she whispered when he stretched his arms over his head. His defined, cut abs were the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. She wanted him so bad she ached.

And she was going to have him. Tonight.

“Von? Hello? Hello?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, I’m here, T.”

“What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” she answered, clearly distracted. For once, everything was just right. “Tara, I gotta go, I’ll call you back.”

Seeing that RaShaun was now coming up the walkway, she quickly hung up without waiting on Tara to respond. 


Yvonne ran to the mirror and yanked the scrunchie from her ponytail and ruffled her hair with her fingers. She heard RaShaun come in moments later and call out her name.

“I’m in here, baby.”

He smiled when he saw her and turned in her direction. She met him halfway and immediately slid her arms around his waist. RaShaun tried to step back, but she held him tight.

“Babe, I’m sweaty,” he protested.

“I don’t care.”

“You don’t care that I’m dripping with wet, salty, sweat? What are you, in love or something?” he teased.

“Something like that.”

“Ahhh, okay. Only something like that, huh? Keep on, you gonna make me spank that ass trying to be cute.”

“Please do.” She slid her hands to his ass and squeezed it as she lifted her mouth up to his in invitation. If he didn’t catch the hints she was blatantly throwing out, then they really did have problems.

Yvonne moved her hand around to the front of his crotch and stroked the noticeable bulge filling out the front. She smiled when he groaned and lowered his head to kiss her.

But then he moved back and pulled her arms from around his waist. “I’m going to take a shower, okay? A couple of the guys are coming over to watch the game. They should be here in about an hour.”

Yvonne frowned. “You…wait, what?”

“The game. This is the big night,” RaShaun answered. “Do me a favor. Can you run to the store and pick up some snacks? Chips and dip is fine. Oh, and a couple cases of beer.” Giving her a sharp smack on the ass, he headed to his room. “Thanks, babe.”

Yvonne stood in the same spot he left her too shock to move. Surely, he wasn’t serious. She couldn’t have been clearer as to what she wanted if she’d come right out and said the words, fuck me.

What the hell?


Hearing the bedroom door close behind RaShaun, Yvonne stomped her foot and called him everything except a child of God.

“I need dips and chips and beer. If you don’t mind…” she mumbled under her breath.

Trudging over to the chair, she snatched up her purse, then kicked the chair for good measure. She was so upset she could cry. Did she need to come right out and tell him that she wanted him to make love to her? She at least wanted him to think it was his idea.

But nooo. He preferred to watch the game with his friends rather than be with her.

Blinking to hold back tears of frustration, she slammed out of the door and jumped in her car. The store wasn’t very far from their house so she made it in less than ten minutes. Once inside, she grabbed a buggy and went down the snack aisle. Without bothering to look at the chips she picked up, she threw random bags in her buggy. The same went for the dip. She started to be really nasty and pick up the off brand beer, but at the last minute, she got a case of the one she knew he wanted. 


After paying for everything, she brought the bags to the car, then got in and started the ignition. Minutes later, she pulled into their driveway and blew her horn several times, but when RaShaun didn’t come outside, she threw her head back screamed.

“Not only do I have to get the damn stuff, I have to bring it all in too? He acts like he’s lost his mind.” Getting out and gathering the bags, She continued fussing under her breath as she balanced the groceries while opening the front door.

Closing it with her foot, she screamed out his name from the top of her lungs. “Shaun!!”

“Just a minute, baby.”

Just the sound of his voice made her roll her eyes. Struggling to the kitchen with the bags, she half threw them on the kitchen table and put the beer in the fridge. Huffing afterwards, she folded her arms and allowed herself a good pout. She supposed she could finish that novel she had started several weeks ago. Yippee!

“Von, can you come here a minute, please. I can’t find my lucky t-shirt.”

Yvonne’s eyes narrowed. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Ready to let him have it, she stomped to the bedroom with every muscle in her face knotted up. However, outrage gave way to disbelief when she heard music coming from inside his room.

“Oh. Oh really. So he's just chillin’ and relaxin’ before the boys come over, huh? You want me to help you find your lucky t-shirt, Shaun? I’ll help you ‘find’ it, alright. Just wait.”

Still mumbling under her breath about what she planned to do to that t-shirt once she got her hands on it, Yvonne practically threw the door open, standing with her legs apart and fists balled up ready for war.

“RaShaun, just how am I supposed to know where your got da…”

Thankfully, the rest of the damning words never passed her lips. Yvonne came to a sudden halt. Slowly bringing her hands up to cover her mouth, she looked around at array of flowers he’d placed around the room. Their sweet fragrance mingled gently with the scented flickering candles.

RaShaun had turned the bedroom into a soft, romantic oasis. The effect was soft and romantic, and now that her anger had dissipated, it finally sunk in that the music she heard was her favorite artists’ latest album playing softly in the background.

“RaShaun, what is this? What…why...OhmyGod…” she whispered.

Stepping further into the room, she noticed that he’d spread yellow and red rose petals over the floor and the bed. Champagne nestled deep in ice, chilling in the ice bucket on a table. She turned stunned eyes to look at her man, who stood by the bed with his hands in his pockets staring at her with eyes full of love and desire.

He had changed clothes, but instead of the sweats and sneakers she had expected to see him in, he had on a pair of black dress pants and a silk baby blue button-up shirt with the sleeves turned back to his forearms.

Eyes twinkling in amusement, he walked over to her slowly and slipped his arms around her waist. “Surprised?”


RaShaun couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. He could only imagine how angry she had been when he asked her to go to the store.

He knew she’d been trying to give him hints that she wanted them to make love, but that had already been taken care of. He had set everything up before he went on his run, and locked the door, just in case she decided to come into the room for something.

“How did you...Oh my God!” she exclaimed again. “When did you do this?”

“I can’t tell you all of my secrets now, can I?”

The tears rolled down her face like a trickle of water from a faucet. She walked into his arms and pulled his head down, giving him a long, but chaste kiss of appreciation before looking around again with a shocked expression.

“I can’t believe you did this. I just can’t. You have no idea how angry I was,” she laughed, sniffing and drying her face with her hand.

“Ohhh, I think I have some idea,” he grinned.

It had taken everything in him not to give in and start laughing at her expression when he told her he planned on watching the game. He wasn’t that crazy, though. He’d seen what she’d done to Kiki. RaShaun didn’t want to take a chance that she’d go off like that on him.

Yvonne started patting her hair and looking down at the shorts and shirt she had on. “I have to go change and do my hair and…”

But RaShaun placed a finger over her lips to quiet her words. “You’re perfect. There’s not one single strand of hair that you need to fix.” He looked slowly over her body. “And as far as the clothes…” He shook his head. “Don’t need ‘em.”

As if in a daze, Yvonne dutifully followed behind him as he took her hand and led her over to the table so that he could open the champagne. They both laughed when the top came off with a loud pop. RaShaun poured a glass for Yvonne and gave it to her then poured his own. She followed his lead when he held his glass up in a toast.

“Before I say anything, I want you to know that I love you, Von. It’s as simple as that. I love you with every single bone in my body. For a while, it looked like we wouldn’t make it.” He paused, almost at a loss that they had gotten as close as they had to being over forever. “Somehow, we got lost, got out of alignment but…we worked and fought hard to strengthen our relationship, and I think…no, I know we’re stronger and better than we’ve ever been. It can only get better from here. I love you, baby.”

“Every time I think I’m finished crying you make me start all over again,” she sniffed. Slightly embarrassed at the waterworks she couldn’t seem to turn off. Biting her lip, she wiped her eyes and made an effort to compose herself. “Okay, my turn. You’re right. We’re in a good place, Shaun. Better than ever. We’re better than ever. How lucky am I to have a man who’s sweet, loving, and so very, very kind. You worked so hard to make sure that I knew I could trust you with my fears. Trust our love. Trust us, and I’m so grateful. RaShaun Patterson, you’re my lover, my friend…my man,” she smiled. “I love you and I’m so happy to be able to have this second chance to show you just how much.”

RaShaun had been staring at her the entire time she made her little speech, listening intently, not wanting to miss one single word. Swallowing hard, he leaned down to press his lips softly against hers before they touched their glasses together.

“To us…”

“To us…”

They held each other’s eyes as they took a sip of the champagne. After another sip, he placed his glass down, then reached over to take hers and set it down as well. Framing her face with his hands, he kissed her sweetly. Tenderly. Lovingly. As the kiss deepened, RaShaun’s hands found their way around his waist and pulled her closer.

“I love you so much, Vonnie,” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you, too, RaShaun.” She stepped back from his arms which were reluctant to let her go. Holding his eyes with hers, she pulled her shirt over her head, then slowly pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them.

“This does means what I think it means…doesn’t it?” she asked teasingly.

“Damn right it does,” he whispered as his eyes blazed a searing hot trail from her breasts that were barely contained it the lacy material of her bra to the tiny thong that was little more than a string and a triangle of some kind of lacy material.

God, she was beautiful, RaShaun thought. And so fucking sexy. His breath quickened when she walked up to him and started unbuttoning his shirt.

When she got to the last button, she carefully opened the shirt, as if revealing a piece of pricey art. Slowly peeling the shirt off his wide shoulders she pulled it down his arms and let it drop to the floor.

“Your body is gorgeous, Shaun. So virile. So strong.” She peered up at him with an expression that made him feel like he could jump over buildings in a single bound. “You are so damn fine, baby.”

Yvonne leaned forward and placed slow, wet kisses over the hard wall of his chest, reveling in the fact that she could touch him so freely now. Her hands roamed lightly over his shoulders and arms, gently squeezing the bunching muscles she encountered along the way. Small sounds of appreciation escaped from her throat as continued her exploration. Her lips eagerly found their way to the hard slab of his ripped stomach.

“Von,” he moaned, tangling his fingers in her hair and watching her every move.

When she started unbuckling his belt, he stopped her and brought her head up, ravishing her full, soft mouth. Scooping her up in his arms he laid her in the middle of the bed amid the satiny red and yellow rose petals.

Yvonne closed her eyes but opened them just as quickly to watch him remove the rest of his clothes. Her hunger for him evident, she took in every inch of skin that became visible. The hair roughened skin. The contoured hardness of bone and sinewy muscle. His narrow hips and tight ass. RaShaun was all male. There was no doubt about that.

Her arms reached out for him as he joined her in bed. She closed her eyes as his fingers trailed from her breast to her stomach. “I missed you, Shaun.”

“I missed you, too, baby.”

RaShaun watched her face as his fingers teased her by circling around her navel and then down further until he reached the top of her feminine mound. Yvonne tensed, waiting in anticipation but when he slid his fingers back up to her stomach without touching her where she needed it most, her eyelids fluttered open to stare at him. Without breaking the connection, she placed her hand over his and boldly guided it down inside the tiny scrap of lace.

RaShaun let out a low hiss when his fingers came in contact with her creamy center. He could’ve been deaf, mute, and blind but he still would’ve known her scent, her shape, her texture anywhere.

Yvonne’s back arched off the bed when he pushed his middle finger inside of her, then another. RaShaun pulled them free and brought them to his lips to suck her juices from his fingertips. It wasn’t nearly enough.

Kissing his way down her stomach, he slid her thong off along the way and tossed in on the floor. Spreading her knees apart, RaShaun admired the moist treasure he’d uncovered. When Yvonne raised her hips, he eagerly accepted the invitation. Slipping his hand under her ass, he brought her pussy to his mouth, savoring her distinctive flavor, making up for lost time.

“You taste so good, baby,” he whispered, tracing his tongue over her clit, which was the key to unlocking her womanly secrets.

RaShaun feasted on her sweet flesh like it was the appetizer before the meal, hitting spots that made her tremble and beg him for release. It didn’t take long to bring her to a climax; it never did. He knew every corner of her pussy and knew exactly how and where to touch her to make her lose control.

“That’s right, feed me, baby. I’m thirsty as fuck.”


Yvonne held his head close to her trembling center as she convulsed into a chain of spasms that left her dizzy. The climax was blinding and explosive, carrying her to an abyss of pure ecstasy that left her weak, but thoroughly satisfied.

RaShaun ate his fill, wanting more but needing to be inside her; that need won, hands down. Giving her pussy one final kiss, he hovered over her, poised and ready to enter her wet warmth.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

Whimpering, Yvonne’s eyelids fluttered open, but closed them again as if they were weighted down and too heavy to lift.

RaShaun slid his rigid shaft between her sensitive cleft. “Baby, look at me. Please.”

Breathing heavily, she did as he asked. A thick groan rolled from his chest when he saw what he’d been looking for in the smoky grey depths of her eyes. RaShaun slid his thick length into her heated core, an inch at a time, patiently working himself deeper inside the snug fit of her tight depths. With his palms resting on the bed on either side of her head, he pressed deeper into her sweetness, completely sheathing his dick.

“Damn, you feel good," he muttered.  "Never letting this go, baby."

His thrusts accelerated at a pace that was quicker than he’d plan, but fuck. It had been too long since he’d been with her. He hadn’t been able to think about anything else other than this moment.

Thank God Yvonne was with him every step, meeting him stroke for frenzied stroke. RaShaun rode her with an intensity he couldn’t contain, grinding his pelvis against her clit and hitting every corner of her silky walls.

“Shit! Von…baby…” His arms trembled with the effort it took to try and keep control. “Awww, baby…I wanna go slow and make this last, but–”

“I don’t want it slow. I want it deep...and hard…and…!” She threw her head back, lips parted in a silent scream as he her what she requested. “Ooohhh…ohhh yesss!”

Feeling Yvonne’s pussy collapse around his dick in orgasmic surrender, RaShaun let out a loud roar as he let loose and fucked her relentlessly. Her nails sank deep into the skin on his back, but the slight twinge of pain felt so damn good.

"This how you want it, baby?" Circling his hips from side to side, RaShaun decelerated the pace, dicking her down nice and slow. “Talk to me, Von. Let me know I'm fucking you right.”

“Yesssss…! Just…just like that…”

Growling quietly like a predator on the prowl, he slid his hand to the back of her thigh and hiked her left leg over his right shoulder, impaling his swollen shaft to the hilt. RaShaun’s eyes never left her. He wanted to see every single expression that crossed her face.

“That's it. Take this dick, baby,” he encouraged her as she slapped her pussy up to meet his hard thrusts. “Yeah. That’s it right there. Handle that shit. Show me you like it. How much you want it.”

“You fucking me so good, baby. You just don’t know,” Yvonne panted, thrashing her head from side to side. “Mmmm…I’m there, Shaun. Oh, baby, I’m c-cumming…I’m …Shit!” she screeched.

RaShaun groaned loudly as her delicate softness turned into a hungry feline, tearing into him, briefly knocking his senses off balance. Everyone knew the lioness was better at the hunt than the lion, and in that moment, RaShaun wondered who was the prey and who was the predator.

He mumbled her name in reverence as her warm, rich cream baptized his dick. It had him feeling like a heathen having his sins washed away at the alter. Pure heaven. 


Closing his eyes, he moved faster. Fucked her deeper. The headboard knocked loudly against the wall, rhythmically mimicking their movements. Seconds later his body tensed as he pushed into her one last time. Erupting like an explosive volcano, he tumbled over the edge with her and joined her in ecstasy.

“Von!! Fuck! Oh…fuck!” he growled. Lightning bolts of fulfillment sent him rocketing over the crest. RaShaun continuously pumped his seed deep inside her womb until he was left spent and weak.

His trembling arms giving out, he collapsed on top of her, unable to move for several long seconds. Finally, using the last bit of his strength, he rolled off of her and pulled her in his arms so that her head rested on his heaving chest.

“Damn,” he managed to get out in between deep breaths.

“Damn…is right,” Yvonne replied, just as breathless. She brought her leg over his muscled leg, slowly rubbing it up and down between his inner thighs.

RaShaun kissed the top of her head. Neither said a word as they lay content and fulfilled. As they drifted off into a light nap, he kept his arms firmly wrapped around her body.

About fifteen minutes later, a series of sharp sounds jerked him out of his sleep. RaShaun lifted his head and squinted in concentration as he listened. Then he heard it again. Someone was ringing the doorbell. Still frowning, he carefully eased his body from beneath Yvonne’s.

“Who the hell is that?” he whispered to himself. Grabbing his pants off the floor, he quickly pulled them on and hurried to the front door.

Without asking who it was, he threw the door open with an expression that definitely said whoever it was wasn’t welcome. Seeing the person standing in front of him, his face changed from irritation to thunderous fury.

The last time he’d seen her had not been pretty. There was no reason at all for her to be standing on his doorstep ringing his doorbell…especially at this time of the night.

“What in the hell are you doing here?”


Terri smirked in amusement but her covetous eyes roamed over his bare chest with barely concealed hunger.

“Hello, Rah. Is this how you greet all of your visitors?”

“The uninvited ones, yes.” RaShaun leaned a hand up against the doorframe while he held the door open with the other and sighed with impatience. "Terri, again, what are you doing here?” 

Her face twisted up in annoyance. “You don’t have to be so damned rude.”

“We said everything we had to say to each other the last time I saw you.”

Terri’s look transformed itself into one of smug satisfaction. “Oh, I don’t think so.”

RaShaun’s lips tightened as he struggled to hold his temper. He and Yvonne had just taken an important step in their relationship. The last thing he needed was for her to wake up and find Terri’s ass acting the fool. He stepped closer to her and looked her directly in the eye.

“This is the last time I’m going to tell you. Stay away from me, stay away from my woman, and make this the last time you come by my house.”

Terri burst out with an incredulous laugh. “Your woman? Oh yeah, that’s right. I heard that you had taken her lyin’ ass back.” Terri shook her head and gave him a look of mock pity. “Really, Rah. I expected more from you. There was a time when you would not have put up with being made a fool of. My, my, my. You’ve changed, baby.”

RaShaun opened his mouth to curse her the fuck out but caught himself. He refused to let her take him there. She wasn’t worth it. Shaking his head, he closed the door shut, but right before he did, she managed to wedge a large manila envelope half in and half out the door.

RaShaun stared at the end of the envelope as if it were poisonous. Having just about reached the end of his rope with her, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Yanking the door open, he bent down to pick the envelope up from where it had fluttered to the floor.

“What is this?” he asked quietly.

“Open it and see.” Terri had a look of anticipation on her face. “I promise I’ll leave as soon as you do,” she added quickly.

RaShaun’s jaw clenched and unclenched continuously, conveying his extreme irritation. His eyes held hers as he opened the flap and pulled out the typewritten letter. He sent her another hard look before giving a cursory examination to the paper.

“What is it?” he asked again.

“Read it.”

He glanced behind him, making sure Yvonne hadn’t woke up. Scanning the heading of the letter, he absently noted it was addressed to Terri. Blowing hard through his nose, he began to read it quickly under his breath, eager to get her the hell away from his house.

‘Dear Ms. Johnson:

We are writing to inform you of the results of the pregnancy test that was administered to you on…’

RaShaun stopped as soon as he read the first sentence. He glanced up at Terri then lowered his eyes. He silently went back to reading the short letter until he got to the meat and bones of the correspondence.

‘The pregnancy results are positive. The test show you to be approximately four weeks…pregnant…’

RaShaun continued to stare down at the paper. The words swam in front of him were an absolute blur. He finally looked up at her. “Why are you giving this to me.”

But he knew. He didn’t need to wait on her to answer. Somewhere in the far corners of his mind…he knew.


Terri could tell he had made the connection. She smiled. Rah was anything but stupid.

Except when it came to that bitch, Yvonne, she thought snidely.

“I think you know what this means, RaShaun.” Terri twisted from side to side as her eyes held his captive. A small smile played around the corner of her mouth.

“No. Why don’t you enlighten me?” RaShaun’s eyes narrowed. His voice was low and controlled as he waited on her to confirm his suspicions.

Terri looked at him innocently. “Okay. I’m pregnant.”

RaShaun’s demeanor was still calm, as if nothing she had said so far had affected him, but she knew it had. How could it not?

He folded his arms and gave her a blank stare. “You’re telling me this…why.”

“Alright. Let me rephrase that. We’re pregnant, Rah. We’re going to have a baby.”

“You’re saying that I’m the father of your baby…” His entire attitude was one of skepticism and mistrust. “You expect me to believe that. Just take your word for it.”

“Of course not, silly. I know you better than that. Give me some credit. I already knew you would demand proof, although you’ll have to wait a little while. I’ve checked with my doctor. Paternity can safely and accurately be established as soon as the second trimester."

RaShaun quirked an eyebrow. “Which would be…”

“Mmmm…two and a half, three months from now. They’ll withdraw a small amount of amniotic fluid and perform the test.” She leaned her head to the side, her eyes never wavering from his. “It’s as simple as that, baby.”


RaShaun turned his back to her and closed his eyes. He had known Terri since high school. For her to volunteer to be tested in order to establish his paternity of her child, she had to be positive that he would be proven the father.


He suddenly turned around and shot her an accusatory look. “I thought you said you were on the pill.”

Terri shrugged and seemed to consider his statement. “Nooooo. I didn’t. If you think back, I never did confirm or deny it.”

RaShaun’s hand that held the letter curled into a fist and crumbled the paper. His chest rose and fell in deep heaves as his anger reached a high pitch.

Terri glanced down at his tightly clenched fist and then back at him. “You don’t intimidate me, Rah. I don’t care how mad you get. You would die before you ever struck a woman.”

“I’m thinking about making an exception,” he said his teeth, but they both knew it was a lie.

Terri’s unconcerned laughter proved it. “So. Where do we go from here? I have a prenatal checkup next week. Would you like to come?”

He looked at her as if she were a mental case–which he was beginning to think she was.

“Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?” he yelled, forgetting about waking Yvonne. “What in the hell is wrong with you?”

Terri grinned, loving the fact that she’d finally gotten a reaction out of him. That made him even angrier. 

“You bitch! You tricked me!”

RaShaun walked back and forth a couple of times, fury pouring out of every fiber of his being. He turned around and punched the wall, caving a hole in it.

Terri jumped. Eyes widening and suddenly fearful, she took a step back. “I didn’t do this by myself, you know,” she said once she was a safe distance away. “You could’ve just as easily used a condom”

“I trusted you, you no good, sneaky little–”

“RaShaun? Who are you yelling at?”

RaShaun’s heart dropped when he heard Yvonne’s voice behind him. Jaw clenched, he turned around and saw her standing several feet away wearing his shirt with a look of concern on her face. From where she was positioned, she hadn’t seen Terri yet.

RaShaun glanced over his shoulder at the other woman with a look of warning in his eyes before turning back to Yvonne. He walked towards her, his limbs stiff and his features tense.

“Baby, I…” He cupped her face in his hands and then leaned his forehead against hers. How the hell was he going to tell her this?

“RaShaun?” Yvonne whispered, fear in her voice. “You…you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”

She looked around him to see who he had been arguing with. When she saw Terri standing there with a look of superiority displayed on her face, her entire body grew rigid. Yvonne pulled away from him and took a step back. She reluctantly moved her eyes away from Terri and back to RaShaun.

“What…what is she doing here?” Yvonne’s voice was low and accusing.


Terri gave Yvonne a fake smile. “Hey, girl. How are you?”

RaShaun slowly turned around and glared at her. His hands twitched as his eyes went to her neck. Maybe there was a way he could hide her body if…

“RaShaun. RaShaun!” Yvonne reached up and turned his face away from Terri towards her. She sent Terri a quick, but intense glare, before focusing on RaShaun. “Talk to me.”

But Terri cut in before he could speak. “Well, I guess my mission here has been accomplished for the night. I'll even let you do the honors,” she sang out cheerfully, smiling at RaShaun. Then she added under her breath so that only she and RaShaun heard the last word: "Daddy.”

Although she giggled with glee, Terri quickly turned on her heels and left. She wasn’t crazy. She knew she was pushing her luck.

Yvonne raised an eyebrow as she watched her walk away. RaShaun slammed the door as hard as he could before locking it. Eyes closed, he turned around and leaned back against the door, softly beating his head against it. What was he going to do. What the fuck was he going to do. 

“For the last time, will you please, please tell me what’s going on? What did she say to you that got you so angry?” When he remained silent, Yvonne’s voice rose sharply. “I want an answer, and I want it now, RaShaun! What were you fighting about?”

RaShaun opened his eyes and looked at his baby. He heard the fear in her voice and knew she was more scared now than she was angry. He pushed away from the door and slowly walked over to her. Wrapping his arms around her body, he hugged her tightly to him. Yvonne’s arms trustingly encircled him around the waist.

“Baby, you’re scaring me,” she said, voice trembling.

RaShaun sighed heavily, then leaned back and looked in her eyes. He cleared his throat. “I have to tell you something.”

He reached down and took her hand and tried to lead her over to sit down, but she held back.

“No! Whatever it is, tell me right now, or I swear to God I’ll get in my car and drive over to that bitch’s house and find out from her. I have a feeling she’ll be only too glad to tell me.”

RaShaun tilted his head and stared up at the ceiling. He took several deep breaths. “She, uh…she came over to tell me….”

He turned away and took a few steps. Putting his hands on his hips he stared down at the floor for a moment before facing her and spitting it out.

“Von, she’s pregnant.”

© 2017 S.K. Hardy

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