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of Georgia and her pregnant belly than I had of Lincoln. Now that the baby was here, she hadn’t been around as often. No one saw Lincoln unless in passing or while he was sitting in his car when he picked her up from my parent’s home.
    I understood why Lincoln was in love with that woman. You couldn’t help but to love Georgia and protect her. She has a heart of gold and an honesty that was refreshing. She’d told me on many occasions, “My husband is a fucking idiot, but he loves you like a brother. Hell, like more than a brother because he hates his real one. He’ll come around, Angel, just give him time.”
    I would just smile at her, not really wanting to crush her dreams. Again, I knew my cousin, and he’d come around when hell froze over.
    What boggled my mind was that the infamous Drake Lincoln was married with a kid. When I thought about it more, I couldn’t believe he met a phenomenal woman like Georgia, the woman that had him by his balls, in a damn club. You couldn’t write a better script for one of those sappy chick flicks. That shit doesn’t happen in real life, but, for him it had, so maybe hell had frozen over.
    I motioned for Darrell, who was standing a few feet from me, to bring me a beer from the bar. Out of my peripheral, I suddenly caught sight of her walking from the back of the club to the large bar I was sitting closer to.
    Shit, my dick feels like a damn brick and I’m only looking at her.
    As always, just watching her was driving me crazy. It made me contemplate murder in cold blood with witnesses, as she flowed through the place with every male’s eyes on her ass.
    It had been a long time since I’d seen her and she looked just as beautiful now as she did back then.
    How long has it actually been?
    I thought when I first saw her that she didn’t remember me, but as her brown, almond-shaped eyes met mine from across the bar, I saw the look come over her. I felt the heat radiate from her eyes, even from this distance and in this lighting. I would know her desires for me if I were fucking blind. My body never reacted to any woman the way it had for her.
    It took three nights, three fucking nights exploring her body, tasting her pleasures, for that woman to be embedded in my memory forever. Those nights were by far the most erotic nights of my existence.
    She was my… Damn, I can’t say that shit.
    I’ll just say that she’d affected me in ways no other woman has ever managed to do.
    Shit, she’d grown up since she’d been gone. The curves of her spectacular body just deepened with hills and valleys that I wanted to explore and reacquaint my hands with perfection.
    I’d had my fair share of beautiful women, not as much as Lincoln would accuse me of, but enough to know when I’ve experienced paradise. Let me put it to you like this: there was one woman that I have given myself to, one woman that I’ve let my guard down with, who I craved to touch, who I desired like no other, the only woman that I would bleed for, and she was now sitting directly across from me.
    I felt my tongue imperceptibly sweep across my hungry lips.
    I wonder if she tastes better now than she did back then. Yeah, I know she tastes better now. I can feel it.
    She smiled at some fucker as he sat down at the bar next to her, her face lighting up the way I remembered. My heart suddenly started to beat as if it was going to burst out of my chest. My lungs began to work double time to replenish the breath that I was losing every second that I watched her. This shouldn’t have been a shock to me. She’d always had that kind of effect on me with just a simple look, smile, and the slightest touch.
    I know you want to know who this woman is, but give me a minute. I just needed to relish in her beauty. Damn , she was beautiful, and that’s putting it mildly. She was stunning as hell, and I wanted nothing more than to sink into her heaven and confess all my sins, but I didn’t move. Yeah, even though I missed the