Chapter Fourteen Solae Diamond Santiago
Two weeks went by, after the fight and it felt like my heart was in a chokehold.
The guilt of ruining history, memories, and years of a bond that I didn't think could be broken weighed heavily on me.
I cried so much I was exhausted, throwing my phone across the room after watching my notifications like a baby mama waiting on that child support check.
Laying in bed for three days straight, not a meal, shower, or anything.
The room was just as dark as I felt, and I knew then I had slipped into depression.
The only person that could bring me back from such a dark place was Crown.
Every time I thought about how he was ignoring me and the weight of rejection on me, tears drew from my eyes.
"Solae, get your ass up!" I yelled to no one but myself and all the pink fuzzy shit that decorated my room.
Running to the shower, I knew I had to pull it together. After an hour of getting lost in the shower, I felt a little better. My stomach rumbled so loud I decided to head out to my favorite restaurant.
The little Jamaican spot, and Trelin crossed my mind, two glasses of wine and some bomb ass oxtails later, I was ready to head back home and tune the world out again.
Turning my key to the door...
The bag of leftovers hit the floor with a thud.
My hands started trembling, and those damn tears nagged at the corner of my eyes again.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Bouquets of pink roses covered my living room like they lived there.
Crown's eyes met mine and stayed there...
No words needed to be said. All the years and time we put into our friendship I could hear him speak without one word.
Our souls spoke to each other.
My best friend of years, Crown Corlin Alexander, was all that my mind, body, and soul yearned for. He walked over to me and without missing a beat.
He cupped his big hand under my chin.
His lips met mine, making every worry I had about us disappear.
My mind was gone, and my body was on fire.
Crown's hands hooked under my ass. On instinct, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist.
With one hand holding me up, he swiped his hand across the wooden dining room table and gently laid me on my back.
The man that I called my best friend made love to me like no one ever has...
He peeled off my clothes one by one, his eyes still locked on mine.
His full lips brushed against my sensitive skin.
Putting soft kisses on my collarbone that made my back arch, giving him all the access he needed.
"I been waiting for this moment, Lae," he mumbled into my inner thighs.
When his lips met my clit, I melted in his hands and in his mouth.
The slow strokes from his tongue had me convinced he had met my body before. The sound of the rhythm of slurps, sounded like music.
He slid his hands up my middle until his fingers found my nipples, applying the right amount of pressure.
Moan after moan left my lips and his too. I was losing control.
My body filled with so much pressure I couldn't handle it.
"Lae, is this what you want babe?"
He stopped for a second, stood up between my legs, and grabbed my hand with a leading hand.
I nodded my head slowly, and it was a wrap from there.
Picking me up again...
"Hold on tight."
I did exactly what he said do.
He carried me up the stairs into my room.
Throwing me on the bed, he looked at me with intensity.
I pulled up on my elbows, matching his stare.
"Crown, once we cross this line, ain't no going back."
He chuckled.
"Wasn't no turning back when I put your whole pussy in my mouth."
Locking fingers like we had been doing for years, I had no idea that I had everything I needed in front of me this whole time.
Including twelve inches of chocolate dick.
I admired Crown's sculpted chocolate body. My hands roaming all over him.
He pulled me to the edge of the bed...
Put my legs in the crook of his arms.
His warm tip brushed across my sweet opening, making my clit jump.
I was ready, and there was nothing I could say.
"You ready to take this dick forever, Lae?"
"Mmhhmmm..."
I felt the first inch followed by the ones after that, and I knew Crown would be my new addiction.
He made love to me all night into the morning.
Pulling my hair. Bouncing me on every inch of what I had been missing. Smacking my ass making it jiggle.
Orgasm after orgasm I rode...Just like I rode him hard and long.
The next morning, I woke up wrapped in his arms, and for the first time in my life, I finally knew what home felt like. Home wasn't a place. It was the heart of the man lying beside me.
Who would've thought the man who had everything I had been searching for, including a delicious dick, had been standing right in my face the whole damn time?
All those years wasted on fuck boys, foster niggas, and men who swore they were the prize, when my greatest love story had been calling me "best friend. "
Funny how life works.
Sometimes your forever isn't someone new.
Sometimes...
You've been claiming everybody else when you should've been claiming your best friend.