Coming Home for Love

Prologue

“Move your hands, Wyn.”

“I can’t. You’re too deep,” I cried.

“Oh, now I’m too deep. You were the one that said, ‘go deep, Si.’”

I wanted to laugh when Osiris mocked me, but I couldn’t with his dick buried deep inside of me.

Osiris grabbed my hands and let out a low chuckle as he locked them behind my back. I told him to go deeper, but that was before I realized what that really meant. This was only my second sexual encounter in life, and apparently, the first guy I was with didn’t have enough dick, because it felt like Osiris was in my stomach.

“Si,” I whined. I was on the brink of an orgasm that felt like it would knock the wind out of me. My stomach clenched when he switched from pounding to slow strokes. His dick hit a spot I didn’t know existed, and fluid shot out of me.

“Damn, Wyn. I didn’t know that shit would be like that.” He released my hands and pushed me down flat onto the bed.

I cried out when he licked my back, and at the same time, he hit my spot again. “Fuck.”

I wasn’t sure how I ended up in his bed, face down, ass up in the first place, because we were supposed to be studying.

Osiris licked and sucked on my back, shoulders, and neck as he continued fucking me slowly. His hips moved in a circle, touching every inch of my walls.

“That feel good to you, Wyn?”

My hands tightly gripped the sheets. Our skin slapped, and moans filled the room as the rain beat against the open window. The breeze that flowed through the window caused chill bumps to rise on my sweaty body.

“Yes, Si. So damn good.”

The mattress springs creaked as he pounded into me.

This was our first time having sex, and this man was fucking me like he loved me. I could see why the other girls around the Creative Culinary campus acted like that about him. Osiris had dick for days, brains, and he knew how to cook. He came from a family of cooks and food critics.

“I’m glad you like it.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear the teasing tone in his voice.

Like was an understatement. I loved it but knew there was no point. I wasn’t anything more than another notch under his belt, and nobody could tell me otherwise. Osiris probably fucked half of the girls at this school. At least that was what I had heard. I never asked him because I didn’t care. Yeah, he was fine and all, but I kept my distance as much as possible. We ended up being partners in one of our classes, and I found out he was a cool dude, but his love life wasn’t my business.

So, I had to ask myself again, how the hell did I end up in his bed getting thoroughly fucked.

The weed and drinks.

My conscience reminded me of the two blunts we smoked and the couple of shots we took. We were studying, and at some point, Osiris convinced me that if we were high, we could study better. I guess he meant studying each other’s bodies because our flash cards and books had been abandoned and tossed on the floor. I wasn’t sure how the liquor came into play, but it did.

It felt like we had been going at it for a while because Osiris was like the damn energizer bunny.

When he sat back on his knees and pulled me up with him so my back was against his chest, and gripped the front of my neck, I almost lost it.

This man was performing some type of sorcery on me. He used his other hand to play with my clit, and if I could have died at the moment, I would have.

Was he trying to make me fall in love? If he was, the shit was working.

“You gonna cum again for me, Wyn?” He whispered in my ear.

When he sucked on my earlobe, my juices flowed out of me like a waterfall. I didn’t know a vagina could get that wet.

“O.” I moaned as his finger moved faster on my clit.

“That’s right. Give me that shit.”

I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. I wouldn’t be surprised if Osiris pretended it never happened once I left.

I gave him what he asked for.

“I’m about to cum.” He stopped playing with my clit and gripped my waist as he pumped harder into me. “Fuck.” I felt his dick jerk inside of me before he pulled out and dropped to the bed.

I thought he would make me leave as soon as we were finished, but to my surprise, he didn’t. Instead, he said, “Lay with me, Wyn.” His honey nut brown eyes were low and red as he peered at me.

I was glad he said that because my legs would probably give out if I stood. I rested my head on the pillow, unsure if he meant to cuddle with him or just lie next to him. I didn’t want to make things weirder than they were. But it seemed like I was the only one who thought it was awkward in the first place.

“Come lay on my chest,” Osiris said and pulled me closer.

I put my head on his chest and listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat as it slowed down. He put his hands in my hair and rubbed my scalp.

We lay there in silence, as the rain continued to fall harder than it had earlier.

Listening to his heartbeat relaxed me, and I had almost fallen asleep until his voice cut through the silence.

“I know you probably heard some shit about me, and some of it may be true.” He chuckled. “But not all of it. I’m not the player everyone thinks I am. I’ve fucked a few chicks on campus, but not as many as people like to say. Some of those chicks lied because that’s what some females do.”

I lifted my head to look at him.

He smirked and pushed my head back down. “I said some. On some real shit, Wynter, I like you. I have since the first day of class, but I was too much of a pussy to approach you. The day Mr. Thomas put us together, I was psyched. I’d finally gotten the chance to talk to you without making shit weird.”

I wanted to look at him again, but I didn’t. His admission made my stomach flutter. I couldn’t believe Osiris liked me and was intimidated by me. I wasn’t anybody special. I mean, I thought I was cute but nobody to be afraid of.

“So, was your plan to fuck me all this time?”

“Yes and no. Have I had dreams of fucking you? Of course, but I wanted more. I wanted this. Us lying here relaxing and vibing. Simple shit.”

“I’m surprised.”

Osiris’s fingers continued to massage my scalp, and I guessed he thought he was helping me relax, but there was no way I could now. Not with that revelation. I liked him, too, but I just chalked it up to a little crush.

“You shouldn’t be. You’re pretty and cool as hell.”

I was moved by his words as heat crept up my neck.

“Thank you. What does all of this mean?”

“It means I fucks with you. We can see where shit goes if you want.”

I chewed on my bottom lip as I thought about the possibility of dating Osiris. Could he be exclusive? Or did he plan on dating other people too?

“Like, exclusively?” I had to ask before I agreed and was walking around campus looking like a damn fool.

“Hell yeah. I don’t play that sharing shit, Wynter. I can’t expect you to give me something and I’m not doing the same in return.”

“Okay, we can try.”

I didn’t know if I was setting myself up for heartbreak or not, but I was willing to give it a try. That was what people did when they were young, explore relationships and shit.

“Good shit.”

For two months, Osiris’s and my situation was solid. People tried to come between us, but he always assured me I had nothing to worry about.

We had sex all the time and were pretty much glued at the hip. We studied together and were still getting good grades, so I didn’t see anything wrong with what we had going on.

One day, I woke up sick as a dog and realized I hadn’t seen my period in a month. It was then it hit me that Osiris and I never used a condom, and he came inside of me almost every time we had sex unless I was giving him head.

I raced to the bathroom and threw up everything I ate the day before. Before I overreacted, I went to the drugstore not too far from campus.

The culinary school we attended was in a small town, so it only took me a few minutes to get there on foot. I purchased a few tests and went straight to the bathroom in the store. My anxiety wouldn’t let me wait until I got back to campus.

My heart stammered against my chest as I peed on the stick. My hands were so shaky, I almost dropped the stick in the toilet.

When I was done, I placed each stick on the counter and set a timer on my phone. I paced the small bathroom, biting my top lip as I waited.

I thought my heart would leap out of my chest because of how hard it beat.

I jumped when my alarm went off and wished I had someone else with me to look at it because I was afraid of what I might see.

Taking a deep breath, I walked to the counter. Tears sprang to my eyes as I looked at the three positive signs staring back at me.

I started hyperventilating, and I wanted to call my mom or my best friend, but I couldn’t until I told Osiris.

Leaning over with my hands on my knees, I took deep breaths to calm my nerves. A few minutes later, I wrapped the tests in a napkin and left the pharmacy.

I tried to call Osiris when I left, to tell him we needed to talk, but the phone kept going to voicemail. I knew he didn’t have class, so I figured he might have still been asleep.

I walked to his off-campus apartment in a daze. I didn’t know how he would react to the news. I wasn’t sure how I even felt about it. We’d only been messing around for a couple of months.

His car wasn’t in his usual parking spot, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t home. He could have parked it somewhere else or let one of his friends hold it, because he did that sometimes.

I walked up to the door and knocked. And knocked. And knocked. I swear I must have stood there for at least twenty minutes, knocking on his door. I tried calling again but still got the voicemail.

When my knocks continued to go unanswered, the tears came back. I cried hard because something in my gut told me that some funny shit was going on.

“Young lady, are you looking for Osiris?” some older woman asked as my body shook from the sobs that escaped me.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She walked closer to me. “Aww, sweetheart, I don’t know what’s going on, but whatever it is will get better.” She pulled me into her arms and hugged me, making me cry even harder. I didn’t know this lady from a can of paint, but her hug provided the comfort I needed.

“Do you know where he is?” I asked the lady after a few minutes.

She released me and looked at me with sadness in her eyes. “Something about going somewhere. I can’t remember where.” She scratched the top of her head. “I just know his parents came and paid the rent for a few months since he was breaking his lease. Nice family.”

She rambled on about how nice his family was while my heart shattered in my chest. Why would he leave without telling me? And where did he go? I had so many questions, and the only person who could answer them was sending me to voicemail.

“Thank you.”

I went back to campus with a heavy heart and a tough decision to make.