Here With You Forever (Evermore Series Book 2)

by BriAnn Danae

Thankfully, I have a community of people who don’t mind taking some of the weight off, but it’s envious people like you who can’t fathom that they would ever. News flash: they will and always have had my back. If you have a problem with that, that’s too damn bad.”

“Damn.” Terrance scoffed. “All that love you claim you had for a nigga just gon’ like that. Poof!” he said, dramatically demonstrating with his hands.

The dramatics!!!! 😒😒😒

“It doesn’t matter what you think I need to do. I am. So, tell me how you would like me to show up for you since what I’m doing isn’t to your satisfaction.”

The truth was that Leerah wanted to express her deepest throat gratitude to Cree. It was one of the reasons she had to keep looking away from him that day in the hallway outside of the bathroom. Had she not, she would’ve sucked him off until snot was running from her nose and her eyes were leaking happy tears.

Her poor heart. She didn’t know if Cree was trying to mend it or steal it. Either one would’ve been fine, but neither option was safe.

Having a man speak to God about you on his behalf was a different type of love that made Leerah want to cry. Cree did it so naturally that she wondered if it had been the first time.

“Is that your first time praying for me?” Cree shook his head. “No.” His answer was swift, leaving no room for Leerah to think otherwise. But then he added more words, lying to rest whatever wild thoughts were running through her mind, replacing them with what-ifs. “I’ve prayed for you since the day I met you.”

“Don’t ask me why again after today. You deserve everything good in this world, and if that’s me, let me be that for now.”

Grown men take care of what they love. They take care of the home even if it wasn’t theirs to begin with but made it theirs. If you’re in it for the wrong reasons, I think I’d raised a fool.”

“Don’t do him like that,” Sovanna said. “I want to do him, and that’s the fucking problem,” Leerah whined.

When your mind and your pussy are not on the same page

“Yeeeah,” Nae dragged. “He’s definitely the talk you through it type. I’m so sorry, friend. You gotta fuck him.”

Cree was giving out foreplay without touching her. A man good with his words surely had to be better with his mouth, and Leerah wanted to test her theory.

Can we … test the waters first?” His gaze softened. “Of course, Princess. I’m a great swimmer. How deep can I go?”

“That lady ain’t about to keep playing with my child or my grandbaby. Why is she so concerned about what Leerah has going on when her nephew had some whole other chick in the car when he passed away? She better stop playing with me.”

Yes Mama!!!

Cree wasn’t a rebound; he was a reward.

Her body didn’t just tell a story of birth. Its dips and curves narrated growth, love, strength, and, most of all, resilience. Cree felt privileged to bear witness to such beauty, and he let her know it.

He said a quick prayer over her womb, knowing and believing that one day a life created by the love shared between them would reside there.

My goodness

he wanted to lose his mind. Lose complete control. Leerah could become the sole owner of it without thought.

“No. Who are you to me?” he questioned. Leerah’s eyes misted. “Tell me,” he urged. “Your princess.” “And what do princesses get?” he asked. She wiped the tear on her face. “Anything they want.” “Exactly. So, if you want me, I’m yours. Fuck what anyone else thinks.”

“We’re not going back to testing anything. I don’ dove head fucking first in the water and you trying to leave me out here by myself.” “But I’m⁠—” Cree cut her off with a kiss on the lips. “Find you a life jacket and come get me. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

“My idea of you in a committed relationship with me is one where you don’t have to worry about anything I can control.”