Chapter 4
“Wassup?” I asked when I answered my brother’s call.
“Shit. What are you up to?”
“Headed to Skye’s house.”
“Hold up. I don’t think I heard you right.”
“I’m headed to Skye’s house.”
He was quiet for a moment before asking, “Did you forget to tell me something?”
“No. She wants me to look at her backyard and give her a patio estimate.”
“That’s right. I forgot all about that conversation. I’m surprised she reached out.”
“Me too, honestly. Especially with how she’s been acting.”
“Yeah. She seems very intentional about avoiding you lately. What the hell did you do?”
“I ain’t done shit to that woman. I told you we ran into each other at the bowling alley when she was with that young ass nigga.”
“Right.”
“When she was looking at the pictures of some of my work, Lorianna sent a pic of her pussy.”
“You ain’t tell me that, but I do remember you leaving in a hurry. I’m sure that wasn’t something she expected to see. Imagine seeing a dick pic from one of her niggas.”
I frowned, even though my brother couldn’t see me.
“You got a point, but she’s not my woman, and I’m not her man. Neither of us really has the right to feel any kind of way.”
“True.”
“I’m pulling up at her place now. Maybe I’ll talk to her about her recent behavior. It’s cool if she don’t wanna fuck with me on no relationship shit, but neither of us is going anywhere.”
“Good luck. Let me know how it goes.”
The call ended, and I got out of my car with my workbag and phone. It took her a minute to answer the door, and damn did she look beautiful when she did.
“Hey,” she greeted with a nervous smile.
Since when is she nervous around me? I thought.
“Wassup.”
She stepped to the side, giving me room to come inside. I looked around at her simple but elegant decor in shades of brown. The house had an open concept, and you could see into the family room from the kitchen.
“Umm, if you don’t need anything before you get started, I can take you to the backyard.”
“Do you have any pictures of what you want to do?”
“Oh yeah. Let me get my phone.”
She disappeared down the hall and returned less than a minute later. After moving her fingers around on her phone screen for a minute, she gave it to me.
“Just swipe to the left,” she told me.
I looked through the pictures, making a mental note of the similarities between each patio.
“I can create any one of those you want. Let’s go to the backyard.”
Once we were outside, I took in the entire yard. It was spacious, and she hadn’t done much with it.
“How long have you lived here?” I asked as I looked around.
“Ten years. As you can see, I haven’t done much with the yard.”
“I noticed. Why not?”
She shrugged. “Stokely was about twelve when we moved in, so he was too big for a playset or stuff like that. The only people who visit are Nyomi and my parents, so I don’t entertain much. It never seemed important.”
“Makes sense, I guess. I’m gonna take a look around and get some measurements. You don’t have to stay out here with me unless you want to keep me company.”
“No. I’ll wait for you inside.”
About forty-five minutes later, I had what I needed, but I had a few questions for her before we went any further with the project. I went back inside and saw her sitting on the couch, reading a book.
“I didn’t think you’d call me,” I told Skye, gaining her attention.
I was shocked when I received a phone call from her asking me if I had time to come and check out her backyard.
“Why?” she asked, putting her book down and heading my way.
“Things have been a little awkward the last few times we’ve been in the same space.”
She watched me as I placed the clipboard on the table near the patio doors and slipped out of my shoes.
“You think so?” she asked, playing coy.
“Yeah. You completely ignored me when I saw you at Elm Street Blues.”
When I walked into the restaurant with Gwen, I spotted Skye and Stokely right away. I noticed her looking in our direction, so I waved, and she looked away. The hostess led us to a table not far from hers, and when she saw us coming her way, she went to the bathroom.
“You were on a date, so I didn’t want to be rude.”
“It was just a date. She’s not my girlfriend.”
“I apologize for ignoring you. I didn’t think you’d care.”
“When I saw you at Nyomi’s parents’ house for Sunday dinner, you gave me a dry ass hello and didn’t look in my direction for the rest of the day.”
“What? You’re making shit up now.”
Again, she knew I was telling the truth, but I didn’t press her. She went to the kitchen, and I followed her, leaning against the counter as she looked in the refrigerator. I couldn’t help but notice her long, toned legs and plump ass in the spandex she wore. My dick had noticed too.
“Nah, I’m not making up a damn thing. Things have been cool between us since you shot me down because I don’t hold grudges. Don’t switch up on me now.”
“Switch up?”
She retrieved a bottle of water, closed the refrigerator door, and leaned against it. My eyes traveled the length of her body, and I noticed her nipples were hard underneath the fitted T-shirt she wore.
“Skye, I realize we want different things, but I can’t get the idea of us out of my mind.”
“Oh . . . I . . . umm . . . thirsty?” she finally asked.
I reached for the bottle, and my hand grazed hers, causing goosebumps to cover her arms. I slowly removed the cap and took a huge swig.
“Thank you. Can I ask you something since you won’t address my confession?”
“Sure.”
“When did your attitude toward me shift? Was it after the bowling alley, or when you saw the picture of Lorianna’s pussy?”
I waited for her to deny that her attitude toward me had changed, but I hoped she would take this opportunity to express her true feelings.
“Knox.”
“Be honest, Skye.”
She took a deep breath before saying, “Both.”
“Does the idea of me with other women bother you?”
She nodded.
“Use your words, beautiful.”
When she didn’t respond, I reached for the front of her shirt, pulling her against my body. She looked up at me, and I was mesmerized by her beauty.
“You’re not gonna answer me?” I questioned.
“I, umm, what was your question again?”
“Does the idea of me with other women bother you?”
“Yes.”
“How does it make you feel?”
“Jealous.”
“Why?”
“Because . . . I like you,” she confessed.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and let my hands slide down to her ass, pressing my hard dick against her stomach.
“I know you feel that. Do you know how hard it’s been to keep my dick from bricking up when I’m in your presence? I like you too, Skye. In fact, I more than like you, but it’s too early for that discussion. I don’t want to scare you off.”
“Yeah. Let’s table that convo for a bit.”
“The facts remain . . . I’ve yet to find a woman who makes me feel like you just by being in the same room.”
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
“If I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop myself from—”
“Kiss me!” she demanded, louder this time.
My lips crashed against hers, and I picked her up, turned around, and sat her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around my waist as our tongues met for the first time. We kissed as if we’d been waiting our whole lives for this moment.
The passion, desire, and longing we’d been suppressing exploded.
Our hands moved frantically over each other’s bodies, and the desire to taste her was overwhelming.
I tore my mouth from hers and caressed her neck with my tongue.
I’d never wanted a woman like I wanted Skye, and the feeling was foreign.
As I sucked on her neck, intentionally leaving marks, I lifted her from the counter and left the kitchen. I had no idea where her bedroom was, but I found it on the first attempt. When we landed on her bed, I lifted my head and looked into her eyes.
“This is your last chance to change your mind,” I stated plainly.
“I want this just as much as you do.”
“I’m talking about more than just giving you this dick.”
“I know.”
She remained on the bed as I stood, and we undressed in a frenzy. When we were naked, I grabbed her legs, pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, and got on my knees.
“Feed me!”
I let her legs fall to my shoulders, damn near growling before burying my face in her pussy.
“Oh, shit!” she screamed.
I’d been waiting too long to taste her, so I didn’t waste a second. As soon as my tongue made contact, I went crazy on her pussy, reaching up to play with her nipples while my tongue touched every part of her nether region, from her asshole to her clit.
“No running allowed!” I barked, with my mouth still on her pussy, when she tried to squirm away.
“Oh God, Knox, please. I’m cummin’!”
“Wet me up, baby!”
And that was exactly what she did. When I stood, I held her legs around my waist. Her chest heaved up and down as she caught her breath, and she only had one eye open, looking up at me as I stared down at her.
I didn’t bother to wipe my face off, so her juices dripped from my beard. I noticed her looking at my dick, licking her lips as the precum seeped from the tip.
“You ready for this dick?”
“Been ready.”
“Once I enter these walls, ain’t no turning back, and you gotta cut them other niggas off.”
She nodded.
“Nah! Fuck that. Let me hear you say it.”
“Can I at least see if the dick is good first?”
“Oh, you got jokes, huh?”
Without waiting another second, I bent my knees, put her legs back on my shoulders, and entered her swiftly.
“Knox!” she screamed.
“Shut that shit up and take this dick like a good girl.”
At first, my strokes were hard and fast, and she shut her mouth and took it like a good girl. When I slowed down, taking my time to ensure she felt every inch, every vein, and every pulse from my third leg, she screamed my name.
“Knox! Oh my, fuck! Knox!”
“Damn, Skye. This pussy feels like home.”
“Knox! Oh my God!”
“This my pussy, and that ain’t a fucking question,” I declared through gritted teeth.
“Mmm.”
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“Mmm,” she moaned again.
“Nah. That ain’t the answer I’m looking for.”
I buried my face in her neck, and my thrusts became stronger. I alternated between biting and sucking her neck as my loins crashed against hers.
“Fuck, Knox! I’m about to—”
My head popped up.
“Hold that shit! Don’t fucking cum until you tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
I stopped moving, and she damn near had a fit. I knew her orgasm was close, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wouldn’t give her what she wanted until I heard what I needed to hear.
“Please, Knox.”
“Fuck that begging, baby. Let me hear it.”
“It’s yours! This pussy is yours!” She damn near cried.
A few strokes later, our juices collided, and you couldn’t tell me all wasn’t right with the world. If Skye thought this would be a one-time thing, she’d better think again because there was no way in the world I could move forward with my life without regular doses of her pussy.