Ebong tried again, “You could tell them an unfortunate, last minute work travel came up,” he suggested, while lying sprawled on the bed, with only a sheet covering his mid section.
Cecil chuckled, “I can’t” she said, while bending over to pull on her panties.
He bent his head and caught a good view of her ass and growled, “Why did you even make this plan? I can’t imagine the guys are happy about this,” he grumbled.
Biting her lower lip to keep from laughing out right at Usen’s attitude, she explained, “I made the plans before we…”
Ebong raised one eyebrow questioningly at her sudden shyness, “Before we began fucking,” he provided with a mischievous grin.
She cleared her throat and nodded, “Yes,” she agreed in a husky tone, while turning away to pull on her dress when Usen began chuckling.
“Besides,” she continued when she was dressed, “I heard the guys are planning their own sleepover at Morgan’s house.”
“I didn’t know that,” he grumbled again.
“If you hadn’t alienated them these few weeks, you would have,” Cecil pointed out.
Ebong scoffed, “They alienated me when the found their women too. Besides, I didn’t have time, there was a woman I was concentrating on impressing,” he murmured seductively as he got up from the bed, and stalked to her naked.
Cecil swallowed and nodded, of course, the past weeks had been the best times of her life. Usen had treated her like a queen, always having some activity or new food waiting for her when she clocked off work. And he had just alluded to her being his woman; her stomach was all mushy at the moment with butterflies.
“Stay,” he murmured and leaned his half hard erection on her backside, his nose nuzzling her neck. “I had a lot planned for us this weekend,” he enticed
Cecil was sorely tempted, she really could make that excuse, something about work and then she would be free to spend the whole weekend with Usen. A weekend of luxuriating in bed, roaming the house without bothering with cloths…her mouth watered at the possibility.
But she was reminded of the women’s excitement when she’d suggested the overnight weekend. She had said it when she’d gotten to know about their once a month night out and the women had agreed and had said they would fix a perfect date for it.
That had been during Christmas, two months ago. Well, even when they’d fixed the perfect date, she’d not imagined she’d be this tied with Usen; she’d never thought they would ever have this kind of relationship.
Groaning in frustration, she turned in his arms to face him with a regretful look, “I can’t,” she pouted.
Ebong sighed wearily and hugged her, “I know,” he murmured.
“But we can anticipate the next weekend,” she said against his chest.
He chuckled, “I’m anticipating Sunday morning, woman,” and they both laughed.
“Good,” she said, “Because, I’ll need you by the time I’m through with those women this weekend.”
Ebong withdrew from her embrace to better see her face, “Cecil…what are you planning?” he asked in mocked dread. And her only reply was a mischievous smirk.
“I assume you’ll be with the guys this weekend,” Stacey commented casually.
They were on their twentieth date in the last two months. They had just seen a late movie at the Tropicana Cinema and Richard was reluctant to let her go, which was why they strolled on the road, holding hands, instead of boarding a tricycle to get them home.
“Ditto,” Richard replied close to Stacey’s ear and she started with a squeal, bending her ear to her shoulder because she’d not been expecting he’d talk into her ear.
She giggled, “That tickled.”
Richard chuckled and brought her closer to him, his fingers laced tightly with hers, “I know.” He cleared his throat and looked serious, “I’m not going to be with the guys though,” he said.
Stacey faced him swiftly, her heart thumping in dread, “Why, are you leaving town?” she always dreaded when he had to travel out for his work. And in the two months they’d been together, he’d gone twice, both lasting a total of five days away from her and she’d missed him terribly.
Apart from that, a dark part of her mind, a part she’d been consistently ignoring, harbored deep seated fear of Richard discarding her again as though she didn’t matter.
Even though her emotions ran deep for him; possibly resulting in her defying her dad for him or making uncountable sacrifices for him, that fear remained. That fear, born from her teenage experience, persisted. Had the time arrived when he would leave?
She knew it was crazy to have this fear and yet continue being with Richard as though she had no issues. But she was greedy and she had missed her best friend and she believed it would be a sin if she denied herself this wonderful feelings; feelings that no other guy could evoke, just because of the possibility of a break in the future.
The plan was to plunge herself, neck deep in writing her next book when it happened. Maybe, she’d even finally accept that job at Lagos to keep so busy she wouldn’t have time to mourn.
He saw her dread and smiled, “No, but that’s the excuse I gave them. I think it’s time I showed you what I promised.”
Now her heart was thumping for different reasons entirely; excitement, longing and the fact that she so wanted to kiss him there on the side of the road, her mouth watered with the urge.
Then he sighed, “It would have been the perfect time anyway, but you’re going to be with the women, right?”
Her heart dropped and shut up again, “I’ll definitely find an excuse,” she assured. Being with the women on this new adventure and a possible family tradition in the making would have been fun, but nothing compared to being with Richard.
Richard nodded, rounding his arm about her shoulders and prodding them to continue walking. “Then I’ll be by to pick you up, by ten pm.”
“Okay,” Stacey agreed, feeling like she wanted to jump out of her skin in happiness.
“Pack an overnight bag, though,” he advised and smiled down at her when her eyes widened, “You’re staying the weekend.”
And his comment got her thinking and trying to imagine what he was going to show her that he hadn’t shown anyone else. Stacey had been wondering about it for the past two months, since he had whispered it to her on the first day of the year. Now she was going to see it by tomorrow night…she couldn’t wait.
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That dark part of her mind she actively ignored warned that she was too deep to survive it this time. It silently advised her to break contact now, but she couldn’t, not now that the waiting period was finally over.
Stacey helped her dad and Wana as they prepared to leave on Friday evening. She’d been surprised that they easily accepted her excuse of spending the quiet weekend at home writing.
She had been sure Wana would protest. But contrary to her assumption, Wana apologized for all the disturbances and distractions she had to face from being home. Then she exhorted her to use the weekend and the quiet house to catch up on her writing.
Wana hadn’t really needed help because all she packed was an overnight bag. So, she and Stacey had turned their energies to arranging Tony’s bag, piling the several containers of refrigerated food into her father’s car and listening to him grumble about this weekend being absolutely unnecessary.
“If you can’t do it for me, darling, then do it for Stacey, she needs peace and quiet to write and I enjoy having her home. I think you should offer her a job at the publishing house again,” Stacey had overheard Wana telling her dad.
“You think she’ll accept now?” her dad had asked hopefully.
“She’s been home two months now, that’s pretty long as opposed to her usual three day visits; maybe she’ll reconsider,” Wana had coaxed and then she’d had to step back out of the house when they’d started kissing and it looked like her dad would never let Wana go.
An excited Tony had broken them up when he ran inside screaming that he would leave their dad behind, as though he was the one driving the car.
Wana had laughed with her dad, while hugging Tony fiercely and fixing his seat belt. She’d then kissed her dad again before waving them out of the gate.
Then with a half sad, half relieved look, Wana had hugged her and told her to enjoy the quiet house, “You don’t know when next this would happen again,” she had added with her characteristic mischievous smile as she got into her car and drove out.
Stacey had sighed and stamped down on the guilt of lying to her parents to hurriedly pack her own overnight bag.
Richard had said he’d pick her by ten pm, looking at the clock, the minute hand seemed to crawl dishearteningly from number five to six to make the time eight-thirty pm. Ten pm seemed like a far away dream to attain.
By nine, she was pacing the house and then she made the decision to call Richard. He answered on the first ring and said he’d be there in fifteen minutes and he kept to his word.
When Stacey stepped out of the gate, excited to meet Richard, she’d been expecting to dive into a tricycle and they’d be off on their own weekend adventure.
But then she’d almost dived back into the gate when the dark SUV had screeched to a stop before her; Richard immediately flipped on the inner light and she gasped both in delight and shock.
“Get in,” he called out after opening the door but noticed Stacey was still standing numb by the gate.
“Stacey,” he called out again, before she slowly made her way over and gingerly climbed into the soft leather which received her and caused her to stifle a sigh of pleasure.
“Hey,” Richard grinned at her, flipped off the inner light and leaned in for a bone melting kiss.
“Hey,” Stacey whispered back, licking her upper lip with her tongue.
Richard saw this, groaned and kissed her again, his body practically leaving his seat to lean into Stacey. Her body shuddered with the thrill of the kiss, her bag tumbled off her thighs, landing with a thud on the floor of the car quite unnoticed by the duo.
“Stacey,” he whispered again, his hand caressing her face tenderly, Stacey had never felt so loved like this before. “We better go or else, we’ll cause a scandal,” he joked, smiling though his eyes smoldered passionately.
His eyes expressed his urge to consume her and Stacey shivered again, licking her lips and prayed to be consumed.
He leaned into her to drag her seatbelt into place, and her heart went mushy; Richard was always doing tiny caring things like that and he did it so effortlessly, like it was usual. Stacey couldn’t help reaching up to kiss his strong jaw, currently spattered with overnight stubble.
The tiny mat of hair brushed her lips roughly and she went momentarily wild and bit him slightly.
“Jesus,” he exclaimed, his hand grabbing her jaw and neck and fitting his lips to hers. The sound of their passionate kiss filled the car, their bodies building pleasurable heat that had them gasping against each others mouths.
“We can’t do this here,” Richard grumbled, his hand squeezing Stacey’s blouse just below her the roundness of her breasts.
Suddenly he sat back and breathed deeply, his eyes closed as he valiantly tried to curb his wild desires. But how could he, when he could clearly hear Stacey panting beside him.
He groaned again and gave up trying to control his passion, he opened his eyes to find Stacey sitting sideways and looking at him with an expression that told him his wishes had been granted.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he muttered as he put the car in gear and jerked forward.
“Put on your seatbelt,” she directed in a husky voice and he obeyed immediately.
DUCT SEASON 4 continues
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