It was near 1 a.m. Monday morning when Hunter turned through the gates of the affluent community of Paradise Blvd. And with her home being not too far down on the manicured strip, in no time she cruised the Jag into its parking spot. She was excited to get home anyway so that she could knock out something in the kitchen for Drake and Sasha to eat. It was time to celebrate and give God thanks for not only freeing Drake from those false rape allegations, but also for restoring the broken relationship between Drake and Sasha. It was more than Hunter could ask for from a God she was learning to trust for the first time in her life. She looked over her shoulder and saw that Sasha’s head was comfortably resting against Drake’s chest.
“Aww, that is so sweet,” Hunter teased. “Maybe I should have dropped you two off to get a room at the motel.”
Sasha sat up, grinning. “Maybe you should…I like the idea of a second honeymoon.”
Drake chuckled. “I second that…” He gave Hunter a hesitant look. “And since we are talking about finding a place to stay…”
Hunter knew where Drake was leading the conversation, so she shut him down right away. “Do you see this big old house that I have? Well, it’s not that old, but it has plenty of room, enough for fifteen people. I even have a two-bedroom guesthouse, where Sasha has been staying for the last six months. So Sasha, please tell your husband to relax and go with the flow.”
“My wife and I appreciate your kind gesture,” Drake persisted. “But we can’t intrude; you’ve done enough for us already.”
“Wow…you are such a gentleman,” Hunter singsonged. “But your nice manners aren’t going to win you huge points with me. You and Sasha can stay in the guesthouse as long as you want and that is final.”
“But…”
“No buts, Drake. Get out of my car before you really see the white side of me.”
Sasha let out a boisterous laugh. “Your white side? What in the world are you talking about? I’ve never known you to have any other side.”
Hunter was in stitches over her own corny little joke. “Well, now you know,” she quipped. “I love supporting the people I care about. So don’t you guys dare get in the way of that.”
“But seriously,” Sasha said, finally curbing her laughter. “We can’t stay with you forever. Drake and I will soon have to look for a place to call our own.”
Hunter waved Sasha off. “Honey, you and Drake have plenty of time to figure that out. For now, I just need you two to relax and enjoy this glorious moment. I am so happy for you guys that I could jump up and click my heels together.”
Sasha had seen Hunter get excited many times, but tonight, she was a bit bubblier than her usual self. And Sasha believed she knew the reason why. She cocked her head to the side and gave Hunter a perceptive smirk. “When is Kevin coming back to Devin’s Cay?”
There was a brief pause before Hunter suddenly burst into laughter. She couldn’t control it, couldn’t hide the fact that Sasha had hit the nail on the head as to why there was extra pep in her step. Hunter pushed open the driver side and quickly escaped to the pavement. She hurried toward the front door without looking back.
Drake looked at Sasha confused. “What was that all about?”
Sasha smiled, opening her side of the car door. “Come on, handsome, let’s go inside…I’ll explain it to you later.”
****
The guesthouse was more spacious than Drake could have imagined, looking to be well over 600 sq. ft. in size. With twenty-four inch Italian, porcelain tiles throughout the space and custom-designed furniture to match, Drake could see why Sasha had stayed in this place for six months. It was as beautiful as it was inviting. But even though Hunter had unselfishly extended her kindness toward him and Sasha, Drake knew he would not be completely at ease until he was turning the key to his own house. However, to avoid dampening the moment with his concern, he would wait a few weeks before he brought up the subject again to Sasha.
His gaze followed the gentle sway of his wife’s hips, as she walked ahead of him into the bedroom suite. So focused he was on admiring those two perfectly-formed buns of flesh that he almost collided into the wall. Sasha looked behind her shoulder as if she’d sensed what was going on behind her.
“Are you okay?” she asked in a coy manner.
“Yes…” Drake tried to clear the rasp from his voice. “This is a nice place your friend has here…reminds me of how you two met.”
Sasha turned to face her husband. “At a jewelry showcase in Lakeland, Florida…why is that of interest to you now?”
Drake shrugged and then confessed. “I caught myself staring at you from behind and I couldn’t think of anything else to say. You look good…real good.”
Sasha smiled. “That is so sexy of you to say.” She beckoned to him with her index finger. “Come here, let me reward you for being such a good boy.”
Drake chuckled. “We better not start something we can’t finish. Hunter is waiting on us to return to the kitchen.”
Sasha pulled Drake’s arm around her, giving him soft kisses on the mouth. “I haven’t been intimate with my husband for six months. I’m sure Hunter won’t mind waiting for a few extra minutes.”
“I love this audacious side of you, but I want to take a shower so that you can have a nice smelling man to feast upon.”
“Well,” Sasha grinned, “I have a better idea. Why don’t I join you? That way we can kill two birds with one stone.”
Those were the exact words Drake needed to hear – a reminder that Sasha had completely forgiven him every offense. He drew her in for a deep kiss, which seemed to last for a while. He eventually pulled away, unable to break his intense stare away from her.
“What’s wrong?” she inquired.
“Nothing’s wrong, babe…I just want to thank you.”
“For what?”
“For giving us another chance. Several hours ago, I thought my life was over, being locked up in that holding cell. It was hard for me to imagine this moment, you kissing me, loving on me like this.”
“It was hard for me too,” Sasha admitted. “But let’s not talk about that now. Forget the past. Forget what Yasmine did to you and just focus on me, because right now, I need to feel you in a special way…if you know what I mean.”
Drake did not need to be coaxed into his wife’s pleas for intimacy. He wanted it, dreamt of it and was now about to fulfill it in the deepest way he knew how. Their clothes were stripped off their bodies, way before they even thought about making it to the shower.