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  “And I bet you’ve never been tied and whipped either.” The more she spoke, the harder his cock got. “And I bet we can get pretty crazy with bananas, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup?”

  “Why do I suddenly have a craving for a banana split?” Harrison asked.

  “You’re hard,” she teased.

  “Yes, I am.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. “I’m going to rock your world tonight.”

  Ethan stirred on the blanket.

  “Did you ever have curls?” Angel asked.

  Harrison stepped away from her. “That is one secret I’m taking to my grave. Let’s eat while the baby sleeps.”

  Angel moved down onto the blanket and opened the picnic basket. “I hope you like fried chicken.”

  “I love fried chicken,” Harrison said, following her down on the blanket. “And cherries.”

  Angel blushed. Harrison was so silly.

  ****

  Ethan didn’t put up much of a fuss when he dropped him off at Trudy’s. In fact, he went tearing through the house looking for his toys. Luckily, Harrison had remembered to pack Bunny or he’d have to go all the way home to get him and then drive back.

  Harrison introduced Angel to Trudy and Jeb, even though they had already met each other a while ago. The two women hit it off immediately. He’d been a little worried about that since Trudy was Olivia’s sister. But Trudy didn’t seem to mind. “I’ll come to get him in the morning,” Harrison promised.

  Trudy shook her head. “I’m taking him to church with me,” she told him. “I’ll drop him off after lunch.” She winked at him and Angel blushed.

  After a quick stop at the store for things to make the banana splits and steaks he’d promised to fix her for dinner, he dropped Angel at her house so she could change and shower while he cranked up the grill. It felt good to cook for her for a change and he wanted to show off his grilling skills.

  Angel returned about two hours later dressed in a pretty floral sundress and sandals. She made the salad while he finished the steaks and the baked potatoes. He had a bottle of Chianti chilling to go along with their dinner and he had just taken the steaks off the grill when the first rain drops fell. He’d planned to eat with her on the patio, but he kitchen table worked out just as well.

  After dinner, they moved to the den to sip Chianti and to listen to the rain fall.

  “This is nice,” Angel said. “I like to hear the rain falling.”

  “Me too,” Harrison told her. “But it sounds much better from the bedroom window.”

  “Is that a hint?” she asked, rising and reaching out her hand to him.

  Harrison took her hand and carried the Chianti in the other. Moments later, they were both naked and kissing like newlyweds in the center of his bed.

  The rain came down heavily and lightning flashed in the window the moment he pushed his cock inside her. The Chianti heated his blood and had him in rare form as he made love to her. They moved around on the bed and changed positions a couple of times before Angel ended up on top of him, riding him and not holding anything back. The moonlight from the window cast their shadows upon the wall, giving him an erotic view of them as they coupled. He found it better than any porn movie.

  Angel removed the condom from his cock and mounted him in a perfect sixty-nine position. They had never attempted this before, but he was game to try new things. And she got no complaints from him as she licked and sucked the chocolate syrup from his dick while he dined on her whipped cream-covered snatch. He tried to fight it off, but her warm mouth and flicking tongue proved too much and he exploded, filling her mouth with his hot cum.

  Angel came up for air, swallowing and licking her lips like a trooper.

  “I would say that my ego took a big blow if it didn’t feel so damn good,” Harrison said, cuddling her into his arms. Now I have to recuperate.”

  Angel licked the side of his face. “Whipped cream,” she told him with an innocent little giggle. “I’m okay just being in your arms like this.”

  “But you’ve only come twice so far,” Harrison replied. “Your record is four times, and I had plans on seeing if you could achieve five.”

  Angel rolled out of his arms, crawled off the bed, and disappeared out of the room for a few minutes. She returned carrying a banana.

  “What do you plan to do with that?” he asked.

  “Perform some magic,” she said, climbing back on the bed.

  Harrison sat up on the bed. “What do you mean?”

  She put the banana in her mouth and sucked on the tip of it. She opened her mouth wide and pushed most of it inside.

  Harrison raised an eyebrow. The clever day lady was full of surprises. Moments later, he watched her peel the banana. She leaned back and aimed it between her legs.

  “You wouldn’t dare,” he said.

  The smile never left her beautiful face as she pushed the banana deep inside her pussy. “Try to find it,” she challenged.

  Harrison jumped at her, buried his head between her legs, and ate every bit of the banana out of her.

  Chapter Five

  There was something about waking up to the sound of pots being beat at five on a Monday morning that just erased the weekend’s banana fantasy right out of his memory. Harrison got out of the bed to investigate. He found his precocious two-year-old sitting on the floor surrounded by every pot and pan they owned.

  The television on the counter blasted the cartoon station at its highest decibel. Harrison checked the lock on the door that led outside. Locked, chained and from all indication, no one had broken in and wrecked the kitchen, so all the evidence led to the blue-eyed cherub looking innocently up at him. Harrison maneuvered his way around the pots, pushed the kitchen chair turned step stool back under the table, and turned the volume down on the television.

  Harrison sat down on the floor and stared at Ethan.

  “Daddy,” Ethan said.

  “Too late to kiss up to the Gunny,” Harrison told him. “One, why are you up? Two, why are you in the kitchen? Three, when did you learn to turn on the television, and four, why did you take the pots out of the cabinets?”

  Ethan crawled onto his lap, stood up, and began jumping on his thighs.

  Harrison shook his head. He didn’t even have the energy to scold. “Hey, watch those big feet,” he said, lifting the child away from his genitals. “I might need those again.” He put Ethan on the floor. “First, I’m going to clean this up and then I’m going to get you ready for day care.”

  The doorbell rang. Harrison rose, picked Ethan up, and carried him like a football to the front door.

  Ethan giggled, obviously enjoying the attention.

  Angel stood on the other side dressed and ready to go to work. In her hand she carried a home baked coffee cake. “I thought you and the fellows might enjoy this while you paint,” she said.

  Harrison stepped back and allowed her to enter.

  Ethan tried to get at her.

  “No,” Harrison said. “You’re punished. No love from the neighbor lady.”

  “Why is he punished?” Angel asked.

  “He destroyed the kitchen.”

  Angel ignored him and proceeded toward the kitchen with the coffee cake. She stopped in the doorway. “What happened to the cabinet locks I had on the list?”

  Harrison shrugged. “The hardware store was out of them. But I will be their first customer this morning when they open.” He righted Ethan in his arms and Ethan kissed him on the cheek.

  “That is so sweet,” Angel said, maneuvering herself around the pots. She put the cake on the counter and walked back to the door.

  “Normally I would love the affection, but he’s trying to bribe me, and he knows it. He’s been very affectionate lately and damn clever. He moved the chair up to the television, turned it on, and put it on the cartoon channel.”

  Angel sighed. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but you might have an exceptionally gifted child on your hands. Maybe you
should have him tested.”

  “I was thinking more in the realm of sending him off to baby boot camp, or maybe a good reform school. Or I could try booby-trapping the house so he can’t get past his bedroom.”

  Angel kissed Ethan on the head. “Don’t pay any attention to Daddy’s threats. I’ll see you at school.” She waved goodbye to them.

  “Hey, what about me? Don’t I get a kiss?” Harrison asked.

  Angel blew him a kiss from the door and left them standing in the kitchen door.

  “Mama kiss,” Ethan said.

  Harrison looked down at Ethan. “Do you know what you just said?” He’d made an almost complete logical sentence after seeing Angel blow the kiss. Maybe she had a point about his intelligence. “Let’s clean up this mess,” he said. “We can discuss your punishment later.”

  ****

  “I think I’m going to marry her if you don’t,” Everett said after he ate his second piece of pecan coffee cake.

  “You’re already married,” Harrison reminded him.

  “I will divorce her ass for coffee cake,” Everett said.

  Harrison chuckled. “You would not.”

  Jeb has ducked out early to take his pregnant wife to her doctor’s appointment and to check on their stores. But he did manage to take a piece of cake out of the door with him.

  They had finally completed the painting, all the other repairs had been done, and they had been busy all day answering phones and signing up students. So far he had hired on two other teachers, both ex-Marines who were black belts. He hadn’t planned on hiring Marines, but it had just worked out that way.

  Everett had signed up his son Tyrone and had ordered his karate outfit.

  “I’m thinking about taking a couple of classes myself,” Everett answered. “It’s been years since I’ve trained and I’m getting rusty.”

  “Glad to have you,” Harrison said. “Frank, Bill and I will be performing a demonstration on Friday at seven to bring in more students, so you’re welcome to stop by.”

  “Did you invite Angel?”

  Harrison nodded. “She said she might stop by if she’s not busy. What will she be busy doing?”

  “She might still be a little skittish after what she went through with Henry,” Everett said.

  Harrison scratched his head. “I hadn’t thought of that. Martial arts can get a bit rough. Maybe I should ask her not to come, or tell her that she can leave if it gets to be too much for her.”

  “I think I’ll come, even if it’s just to help with the registration. You’re going to be too busy to handle all of this yourself.”

  “Thanks, buddy,” Harrison said.

  “I’ll also bring Tyrone with me.” He paused. “Will Roy and Ethan be attending?”

  “I don’t think so,” Harrison said. “Hopefully young master Roy will be home getting ready for bed around that time. And as for Ethan, he has a date with his teacher. She’s testing him.”

  “For what?” Everett asked.

  “Angel seems to think that he’s gifted.”

  “He could be. You have to admit that he’s done some amazing things for a two-year-old.”

  “He’s been saying sentences and not that baby crap any more. He calls people by their names after only hearing it once, and he’s even coloring inside the lines.”

  “He sounds gifted to me,” Everett said. “Tyrone’s almost five and is still coloring outside the lines.”

  “But only one thing bothers me,” Harrison said.

  “What?”

  “He’s calling Angel Mama and not Angel.”

  Everett stopped chewing. “To her face?”

  Harrison shook his head. “No, it’s always when she’s a good distance away or after she leaves.”

  “Sounds to me like he wants her for his mother.”

  “It’s too soon,” Harrison said sadly.

  “Is it?” Everett asked. “I believe you fell in love with her the day you moved in next to her. And you’ve been a widower for almost two years. It’s time for you to go on with your life.”

  “I understand what you’re saying, but we don’t know each other well enough yet. I’m sure she’s not as perfect as she seems.”

  Everett laughed. “No one is perfect, Hawk. This isn’t a romance book where you have to have conflict between the hero and heroine. There are a lot of couples in the world who never argued or disagreed about money. The Lord took Olivia too soon. Maybe, just maybe, he sent you an Angel to compensate.”

  Harrison smirked. “You are quite the romantic, aren’t you?”

  Everett nodded. “Carrie and I will be celebrating our seventh anniversary next week and I think I love her more now than I did on our wedding day.”

  “I thought you were going to divorce her for coffee cake.”

  “No. I was just teasing,” Everett said. “I’ve found my one true love and I suspect that Angel may be yours.” He waved goodbye and left Harrison leaning against the desk.

  Harrison just didn’t know. He still thought it was too soon.

  ****

  Angel sat at the kitchen table of her older sister Daria’s house sipping coffee while Daria folded towels as she took them out of the dryer. Daria was ten years older than her, and Angel often went to her for adjustment or just to talk.

  “So what brings you over here on your lunch hour? Not that I’m not glad to see you.”

  “I need some advice,” Angel admitted. She had gone to Daria when she contemplated opening the day care center.

  “I figured that much. What are you trying to buy this time?”

  Angel smiled. “Nothing. It’s about a man.”

  Daria stopped folding and sat down at the table. “What about a man? Are you seeing someone?”

  Angel nodded. “Yes, his name is Harrison Calloway.”

  “Calloway? Calloway? I know a Harrison Calloway. I went to school with someone with that name. He was a jock, but he was a white guy. Oh! Are you dating a white guy?”

  Angel nodded again. “He’s my next door neighbor. He just retired from the Marine Corps and he moved into Mr. Moto’s house.”

  “So other than the obvious, what’s the problem?”

  “I don’t care that he’s white. He has a child. A two-year-old named Ethan who attends my day care center.”

  “The child’s the problem? What is it? You don’t like him? Or, he doesn’t like you?”

  “No, I like him. He’s a beautiful child with blond curls and big blue eyes. The problem is I think I like him too much. I just want to hold him and feed him, and make sure he’s safe.”

  Daria lifted her coffee cup. “Oh, the motherhood, biological clock thing. I’ve been there a couple of times.”

  Daria had two precious little girls, Julia and Consuela, ages five and seven.

  “And how does Ethan feel about you?”

  “He likes me too. He’s always glad to see me and wants me to hold him. And he likes to fall asleep in my arms. His eyes light up every time he sees me. And I get this warm feeling inside whenever I’m around him.”

  “Where’s his mother?” Daria asked.

  “She’s dead. She died of breast cancer not long after she had Ethan. For the first year or so of his life, he was raised by his mother’s sister until Harrison retired from the Marine Corps.”

  “I see. So how do you feel about the father?”

  Angel lowered her head. “I think I’m in love with him.”

  “You think? But you’re not sure?”

  “No, I’m sure. He’s a very nice man, kind and generous. And he’s very dedicated to Ethan even though Ethan gives him a run for his money.”

  “Oh, the terrible twos.”

  Angel nodded. “You should see him. He gets out of everything you put him in. Harrison has baby proofed the house, but Ethan still manages to get into things.” She laughed. “He destroyed the kitchen this morning.”

  Daria laughed. “Let me guess, Daddy forgot to put locks on the cabinets.”

>   “Yes.”

  “So how is Daddy in the sack?”

  Angel blushed.

  “That good, huh?”

  “Phenomenal, for a white guy. He’s generous that way too. I’ve never been happier.”

  “So what’s the problem?” Daria asked.

  “I just think everything is happening too fast. Henry’s barely been dead two years.”

  “Ah! You’re feeling like you’re betraying his memory.”

  “Yes.”

  Daria got up and refilled their cups. “Well, if I can remember right, you and Henry were having some problems before he died. Don’t let the bad times you had with him scare you from having a serious relationship with Harrison just because he was also a Marine. All men aren’t abusers.”

  “I know,” Angel said. “I went through hell with Henry so I just don’t want to set myself up for that kind of drama again.”

  “Does Harrison drink heavily or fuss at you for no apparent reason?” Daria asked.

  Angel shook her head. “No, I’ve never heard him raise his voice or get angry. But he’s a martial artist. He’s re-opening Mr. Moto’s dojo in the neighborhood. That would mean he’s a trained fighter and he might…”

  “Might what? Beat you up?”

  Angel nodded.

  “Don’t be silly, girl. You’re just trying to find excuses because you’re afraid of getting hurt again. If you’re in love with the man, go for it. You have my blessing. You deserve to be happy and you already love his child. I think you’re doing an honorable thing by taking on the responsibility of helping to raise him. And I’m not saying you won’t have any problems being in an interracial relationship, but you’re strong enough to get through that. For what I can remember, Harrison was a beefcake and real easy on the eyes with all that curly blond hair.”

  Angel smiled. So, he did have curls. “I guess you’re right. I’m just letting the past stop me from having a future.”

  “Has he told you that he loves you yet?”

  Angel shook his head. “No, but I know he does. I can see it in his eyes and by the way he holds me after we finish making love. And while we’re making love.”