Winter

Two weeks later, Dontae and I sat in the sterile waiting area of the paternity testing clinic, surrounded by the muted murmur of other anxious couples. The air felt thick with anticipation and dread, a stark contrast to the brightly colored walls that seemed to mock the gravity of the situation. Dontae fidgeted in his chair, his eyes glued to the floor as he wrestled with his thoughts. I tried to remain calm, my hand resting gently on his shoulder, but my heart was racing.

My entire body tensed when the door swung open, and Sage walked in. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," I said as Sage and I made eye contact. I asked him plainly. "Are you here to get tested for Kesha's baby as well, Sage?" He looked at me, and his eyes darted to Dontae briefly. Then back to me. "Yeah, I am." "Wow," I said with raised eyebrows.

The nurse called Dontae's name, and he went into the room, Leaving Sage and me sitting there. "So it seems you and Dontae have very similar taste, all the way down to the hoes you choose," I said with an icy voice.

Sage took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. "It's complicated, Winter. But it doesn't change how I feel about you. I threw up my hands in mock surrender. "Does Shannon know?"

He sighed heavily, his gaze drifting to the floor. "No." I nodded. "You should probably tell her."

Dontae came back out, his face in a scowl. Sage was called next. He got up with a heavy sigh to take his test. Dontae sat down next to me. We stayed silent. The entire time.

The three of us sat in that waiting room, awaiting the results of the paternity of Kesha's pretty baby girl. That hour was the longest hour of my life. To my surprise, I was relieved.

The nurse returned, her face a mask of professionalism, and handed us our envelopes. Dontae's eyes were glued to his envelope, and I could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest. Sage's hand shook as he took his envelope, the anticipation clearly etched on his face.

Dontae was the first to open his. He scanned the page, and I watched the tension drain from his body. He let out a deep sigh of relief, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "It's not mine," he murmured, his voice a mix of disbelief and gratitude.

But Sage's expression remained unchanged as he stared at his own results. He sat back in his chair, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the paper. His eyes remained glued to it for what felt like an eternity before finally looking up at me. "It's mine." "Congratulations," I said, my voice calm. Dontae and I got up and left the clinic. That chapter is behind us. The Briggs dodged a bullet. Hopefully, the last one. Dontae pulled me closer to his side as I slid my shades on. I know paparazzi are lurking on the other side of these doors,

waiting to snap a pic of our sadness. But we weren't sad. We were relieved.

The ride home was less tense than the ride there. Dontae's grip on the steering wheel loosened, and his shoulders relaxed. We drove silently, the weight of the past two weeks slowly lifting off our shoulders. As we approached the highway, he reached over and turned the radio up, the bass vibrating through the car. "Want to tell me more about this fashion gig?" he asked, his voice sounding lighter.

I took a deep breath, grateful for the change in topic. "Fashion Fux magazine wants me to shoot some local street style in New York. It's a big deal, babe. It could open up a lot of doors for my career." Dontae nodded, his eyes still on the road. "It's for their streetwear edition. I'm pretty excited about it."

He squeezed my hand. "Your photos are nice, love; I can't wait to see what you come up with." He said, smiling. "We should make it a trip. Just you and me. Get out of here for a bit. You know, escape the drama." He glanced at me, his eyes searching for my reaction. "It'll be good for us." The idea grew on me as we drove. A trip to New York could be just what we needed to reconnect and remember why we fell in love in the first place. Plus, I could use the break from the ever-watchful eyes of the town.

As we approached the city limits, the skyline grew closer, and my mind filled with visions of bustling streets, flashing lights, and the excitement of a fresh start. I leaned into Dontae, my head on his shoulder. "Okay," I said, smiling. "We can do the business and pleasure thing," I said, smirking. Since the whole baby drama thing reared its ugly head. Dontae and I haven't been intimate. Looking at his sexy ass right now has me full of desire.

"I leaned into him over the middle console and whispered into his ear, "This trip can be mostly pleasure if that's what you want." I slipped my hand into his sweats. "Eyes on the road, baby." I took his length into my hand, stroking it gently. Dontae started that growling shit I love; it rumbles in his chest. Almost animalistic. His dick hardened. "Can you drive while I--?" I gripped his dick tighter, teasing the tip with my thumb; his slippery pre cum coated my fingers.

"Fuck," he grunted, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "You're gonna get us killed." But his voice was playful, the tension of the last two weeks dissipating. "Maybe," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "But it'll be worth it."

Dontae's eyes flickered to me and then back to the road. "You're playing a dangerous game, Mrs. Briggs." "Good things come to those who dare," I said, sliding down to my knees. I pulled his dick out and slurped the bead of pre cum." "How's that?" With a line of curse words, his hand found my head and guided me to take him deeper into my mouth. The car was moving, but my world had narrowed to the feel of his velvety shaft and the saltiness of his desire.

The vibrations of the car's engine were a constant thrumming beneath us, mingling with the sounds of our breathing and the occasional slap of skin against skin. The thrill of the risk was a heady aphrodisiac, and Dontae's grip grew tighter, his breathing more ragged as I worked him over. He was driving with one hand, the other in my hair, and I could feel his body tensing as he approached the edge. "Give it to me, Dontae." He was moaning so loud. I felt the car swerve a bit. I had to let up. He grunted in protest, but I knew he was close. "Wait till I get your sexy ass in this house, Winter, he said, cursing under his breath. I sat back in my seat, smirked at him, and threw my foot on the dash. "Fuck" He growled as he pushed that Maybach GLS to its limit to get me home.

When we finally pulled into the driveway, Dontae wasted no time parking and turning to me with an animalistic hunger in his eyes. "sexy ass," he said, his voice thick with lust as he yanked me out of my seat and into his arms. We stumbled into the house, kissing passionately, leaving a trail of clothes as we went. It was like the flame smoldering between us had suddenly been hit with a gust of wind, igniting into an inferno that neither of us could control.

In the bedroom, Dontae led me to the bathroom and to the shower and turned it on. "Wanna get wet?" He said seductively

I nodded, feeling the heat rising between us.

We stepped into the shower, the water cascading down our bodies as we kissed deeply, his hands roaming over my curves with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. His touch was urgent, his kisses demanding, as if he were trying to erase the last two weeks with the sheer force of his passion. I melted into him, letting him take control as his hands found my tits, his thumbs brushing over my hard nipples.

"You're so beautiful, Winter," he murmured, his voice gruff with desire. I nodded, my eyes locked on his as I felt the warm water wash over us. The scent of our combined arousal filled the steamy space, mingling with the faint smell of his cologne and the clean, soapy scent of the shower gel.

His hands slid down to cup my ass as he kissed my neck. "What did I tell you on the flight home from Saint Lucia, Winter?" he whispered against my skin. The memory of that night rushed back to me, his words echoing in my mind. "You're mine now," I said, his voice filled with certainty. "Fuckin' right," he quipped.

He turned me around, pushing me against the cool marble, and his hard dick nudged against my ass. "\Forever," he said again, this time with a bite. His hand slid between my legs, his fingers slipping into my wetness. I gasped as he began to pump into me, his other hand reaching around to tease my clit.

The heat of the water was nothing compared to the fire burning inside me as he claimed me, his fingers moving with purposeful strokes that had me moaning his name. I felt the orgasm building, my body tightening around his digits as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. And when I came, it was with his name on my lips, my body shaking with the intensity of it.

He spun me around, lifting me back into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist again. His dick was at my entrance, and he looked into my eyes for a moment before pushing into me. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that made me gasp. "Gah, look at that face." He said with awe. He was gentle at first, his movements slow and deliberate, but soon he picked up the pace, his hips driving into me with a passion that matched the pounding of the water. R Kelly's 'Slow Wind' played through the sound system as if on cue.

He had my back pinned against the wall of the shower, thrusting into me with delicious desperation, "Dontae, it feels so good." I guess that was a trigger for him. His hips thrust into me smoothly in time with the beat of the song in a circular motion. I thought I was about to lose my mind. "Winter, I'm going to fuck a baby into you." "Would you like that?" he whispered in my ear. All I could do was call on the most high and nod eagerly; he chuckled darkly.

Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the slap of skin echoing in the tiled room. The water pelted our bodies as we made love, mixing with the sweat of passion. It was a dance we knew so well, a dance that had been interrupted by the storm of lies and doubt. But now, we were reclaiming it, making it ours again.

As he fucked me, Dontae whispered sweet nothings into my ear, reassurances of his love and promises of forever. His breath was hot against my neck, and his teeth grazed my skin as he nipped and kissed me. And all the while, his dick filled me, stretched me, and claimed me. It was like he was trying to reach the very core of my soul to show me that no matter what happened, we belonged together.

I came again, screaming his name, my nails digging into his shoulders. And when he followed me over the edge, his warmth filling me up, it was like we were one person, united in our love and passion. We stood there for a moment, his cock still buried deep inside me, our hearts beating as one.

The water grew cold, but neither of us moved. We just stood there, holding each other, our breaths mingling in the steamy air. It was a moment of peace in the chaos that had become our lives.

As we stepped out of the shower, Dontae wrapped me in a towel, his eyes never leaving mine. "Now, get your fine ass on that bed, put that ass up. so I can continue." My eyebrows shot up. "oh no, baby, don't be scared, he said, slapping me on the ass." "You play sexy games, you win big dick prizes." He said firmly as I padded towards the bedroom. Shit.