On Friday, Millsap spent a quiet evening at Cami’s now fully furnished place. Besides making fervent love twice in her new cherry wood high-post bed, they didn’t do anything else exciting. Instead they simply enjoyed each other’s company over takeout food and watched a couple of hours of cable television.
Around , Millsap took another shower, dressed in the changing clothes he’d brought over and hung up in the second closet that was designated his, and then made ready for the club. He was hanging out with his friends tonight.
“I have only one complaint about you going to the club tonight,” Cami said, lounging on the bed watching him try to tame his long locks with a thick black rubber band.
Millsap turned away from the mirrored dresser to look at her. “And that complaint is?” he inquired with a raised left brow.
Was Cami about to turn into a nag already? Was she going to be like some other women and try to limit the amount of time he spent with his friends?
“That you ditch that Mr. Wrestler #2 belt.” Cami chuckled, sitting upright in bed. “That gold buckle is so big that it looks like you just won a world championship title or something.”
Though shock initially entered Millsap’s eyes, his funny bone quickly took over, causing him to throw his head back and laugh. Oh, how he loved Cami’s sense of humor. Oh, how he loved all that was her.
“Whatcha know about Mr. Wrestler #2?” Millsap replied, chuckling in between words. And yes, his oval-shaped belt buckle was a bit too big for the outfit he was wearing tonight.
Cami grinned. “I know that his real name is Johnny Walker and that he is my daddy’s favorite wrestler of all time.”
“Right, right. But he had nothing on Tony Atlas. That was my boy there. Me and my cousin Kenny couldn’t wait to get old enough to have muscles like his.”
“Yeah, Anthony White was fine,” Cami replied, revealing that she knew even more wrestling trivia by calling Tony Atlas by his real name. “I had the biggest crush on him until I saw Hulk Hogan punk him out a few times in the ring.”
“But to his credit, Atlas was the first man to ever press slam and pin Hulk,” Millsap debated good-naturedly, loving this easy rapport between them.
“True that, but Hulk’s foot was on the rope at the time. The referee just didn’t see it,” Cami countered, loving their rapport, as well. Come to think of it, they were fluent in nearly every area of their relationship. The hardest part had been getting together.
Millsap burst out laughing again. “You got me there,” he conceded, removing the belt that started this lively discussion. “I guess you do know a little something-something about wrestling after all.”
“I couldn’t help but know about wrestling.” Cami laughed. “My father took me to every major match in the city during my visits and we watched it on TV all the time. That’s probably why I’m so attracted to men with big muscles.”
“That you are,” Millsap replied huskily, remembering how she’d traced his chest muscles with her tongue earlier. Now he may never give up weightlifting. “Who’s your favorite wrestler now?” he asked, walking to the second closet to exchange the belt in his hand for another.
“I’m still kinda hooked on The Rock, although he hasn’t wrestled in years.”
“Dwayne Johnson is cool,” Millsap replied, calling The Rock by his real name. “Even I was going around quoting that crazy slogan he used to say all the time.” He grinned.
“Me, too.” Cami chuckled, springing to her feet. “Let me see how it went.” She paused briefly to get in character. Then she said, “If ya smelllllll…what The Rock…is cooking!”
Millsap threw his head back again and laughed until it hurt this time. The sight of Cami standing there in a black lacy bra and tanga set, acting like her favorite wrestler, complete with the trademark rolling of the L’s and the one arched brow at the end was hilarious. Beyond hilarious.
Cami couldn’t help but laugh, too. The sound of their joint mirth filled the room just as much as their cries of passion had earlier.
“Girl, you are truly a trip,” Millsap said, bringing his chuckles to a satisfied end as he moved to hug her. “Sexy as all get out, too.” He tapped her lightly on the bottom before giving her an affectionate squeeze there. “I should be back home no later than , okay? Then if you’re up for it, we can do a little wrestling of our own on them sheets over there.”
“Oh, I’ll definitely be up for it,” Cami replied, thrilled that he’d called her place home. She offered her lips to him for a goodnight kiss.
If that kiss wasn’t enough to make Millsap second guess his decision to hang out with the boys tonight, the sight of Cami’s onion in that tanga as she walked back to the bed was. That flimsy piece of material barely covered the top of her generous derriere, which left plenty of jiggling room at the bottom.
Though tempted to stay, Millsap decided to keep his word to his friends after all. However, he made up his mind to end the evening a few hours earlier than expected. The sooner he got back to Cami, the sooner he could rip that bra and tanga off her body and get to the supple treats underneath.
Who cares that that lingerie set cost him just over five hundred dollars at a fancy boutique in town? Millsap could afford to replace it several times over…and would tomorrow.
© 2008 by Suprina Frazier
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