The Deed to a Gangsta’s Heart

Chapter 12

12

C allie

I was nervous. I shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t a date. Me and Remedy hung out all the time. We lived together for God’s sake. Tonight felt different. He asked me if I wanted to go to the country with him because there was going to be a car show and race. Of course I agreed.

We always had a blast when we went to the country. There was always an abundance of food and moonshine, and it was the best atmosphere to really let loose to have a good time. People were freer out in the country. I couldn’t really describe it. It was just something you had to experience on your own.

I couldn’t pinpoint why I felt so nervous. Something was different. The air was thick with something that had me hyper aware, and I didn’t know how things would end once the night was over .

“Damn.”

I jumped slightly at the sound of Remedy’s voice. “Jesus, Rem. For someone who doesn’t like people sneaking up behind him, you sure are quiet.”

He gave me a sexy smile as he slowly walked over to me. Unintentionally, we matched. I had on a white crop top, black shorts, and cowgirl boots. Remedy had on black jeans and a white tee with black and white Dunks. Instead of his usual snapback, he had on a cowboy hat. And that grill…

“I can see the bottom of your ass,” he commented, voice low and strained.

“Is that a problem?”

“You want somebody to die tonight?”

With a roll of my eyes, I turned and was about to grab some longer shorts. A low yelp escaped me when he grabbed my left ass cheek and used it to pull me forcefully into his chest. He’d never done that before. At the feel of his hardened dick against me, I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning.

Okay.

Something was definitely different between us.

“You feel that?” he asked, and all I could do was nod. I was too afraid to open my mouth. My heart raced in anticipation of what would come next. “If you cool with knowing you do that to your best friend, keep them on, but I will not be responsible for what I do if a man says or does the wrong thing to you.”

“I’d hate to see how you will act when you get married if you’re this possessive of me,” I said, shoving his arm away from me.

“You’ll find that out too.”

When I turned to look at him, he winked.

That cocky smile made my pussy throb .

“Remedy…”

“Are you ready?”

“So we’re just going to breeze right by that?”

“You think you have the courage to actually have that conversation with me?”

That was true. As strange as things had been between us, I was too scary to talk about it. With a huff, I fluffed my curls and ignored him as I turned to spray my perfume. He laughed as he walked out of the room.

A Few Hours & Drinks Later

I was having the time of my life. Remedy ended up racing and I was in the car with him. The speed and wind had my curls blowing. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning out of the window and extending my arms as we crossed the finish line. He won, which was no surprise.

After the race, we danced and drank until I was at my limit. His tolerance was higher than mine, but he’d consumed enough to feel the alcohol but still be sober enough to get us home safely. As we walked to the car, we held hands. I giggled and pulled him closer. Each time his arm brushed against mine, my skin heated.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked, opening the door of his Challenger.

“Yes, but I always enjoy myself with you.”

His right hand pushed a few curls out my face as he looked down at me. “Good.” I turned, and instead of getting in the front seat, I pushed it up to get in the back. “What you doing? ”

I remained quiet as I climbed inside. His eyes were on me as I pushed my shorts and panties down.

“Callie…”

“I’m horny and I need to cum.”

“Right here? Straight like that?”

Tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, I nodded as my fingers worked my center. Just having the slight pressure on my clit after almost a year gave me instant relief, and I hadn’t even cum yet. I couldn’t imagine how good it would feel if he replaced his fingers with mine.

“You gon’ remember this in the morning?” he asked, getting in the back seat and closing the door.

“Probably not,” I admitted with a laugh, but it turned into a moan.

He pushed my legs back, arching me slightly and giving himself a better view. Pressing two fingers into my pussy, I moaned. I was already so wet the sound of my cream slathering my fingers filled the car.

“Slow down,” he commanded. “Let me savor this.”

“I can’t. I’m about to cum.”

“ Shit , Callie. You wet as fuck .”

My spine tingled and back arched as my cum coated my fingers. Tweaking my nipple, I hissed. My walls pulsed and legs shook as I hummed. I waited until my climax subsided to pull my fingers out. When he lifted my hand and sucked my fingers, I got wet all over again.

“You’re so nasty,” I slurred, feeling drunker than I was before I got in the car as my head started to spin.

“Yeah, you’re fucked up, pookie. It probably didn’t hit you as quick because we were dancing. Let me get you home.”

“Mm… mhm.”

I loved him .

I trusted him.

I had no fears or cares with him.

I didn’t even have to think with him.

I also wanted him.

Craved him.

Loved him… maybe in a way I was too afraid to admit.

“Rem,” I whispered as I felt him pull my panties and shorts back up.

“I got you, Cal. Go to sleep.”

“K,” I replied, instantly dozing off.