Chapter Seven #3
For once, Caresha found herself speechless. Danger didn’t let her shyness linger; he kept talking, engaging her. After three more rounds of drinks, she started to drift off against him. Knowing she was tired, he decided it was time to take her home, though he didn’t want their night to end.
Gently tapping Caresha’s shoulder, Danger woke her and they left the clubhouse. At her place, he walked her up the stairs, but before she could say goodbye or unlock the door, he leaned in and kissed her.
The kiss was so good that Caresha couldn’t deny him.
She couldn’t find the words to ask him to stop before it led to something more.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, softly…
slowly. They kept at it, Danger practically groaning against her lips until a man suddenly approached.
And Danger didn’t hesitate to break the kiss.
At the sight of wicks and a tattooed chest clad in a tank top in his peripheral vision, he swiftly pulled his gun from his waist and pointed it at the man, stopping him dead in his tracks.
He would never be caught slipping. Even when a nigga thought he wasn’t paying attention, he was focused.
It was the Knights law. Stay ready, so you didn’t have to get ready.
“Woah, oh my god.” Caresha’s eyes grew wide; she couldn’t believe this was happening. “D, wait. That’s my—”
“Who the fuck is you?” Danger cut her short, eyes locked on the intruder.
The man stood with his hands held high, visibly shaking. “I’m just trying to get in my girl’s apartment, fam. That’s all. I don’t want no trouble.” He dangled the keys in his hand to show proof.
Danger didn’t buy it right away; he had trust issues. He pressed the barrel of his gun against the man’s forehead, studying his face, trying to see if he recognized him from anywhere.
“He’s my neighbor’s boyfriend, D. That’s all. She lives right here. I know him.” Caresha confirmed.
Still, Danger watched the man closely. “Word of advice, if you see me standing somewhere, you wait. Don’t ever walk up on me, nigga.”
The man nodded slowly as Danger chunked his head toward the door, gesturing him to unlock it. Quickly, he did so, nearly dropping the keys in the process. Once the door closed, Danger glanced back over at Caresha.
“D, what the fuck?” She said, going from turned on to terrified in a matter of seconds.
Danger didn’t bother to explain; he simply stared at her with lust in his eyes all over again. He’d encountered many pretty women in his days, but she was the prettiest, a unique beauty that had him fired up.
Caresha deeply exhaled. “That guy is really nice, and you just pulled your gun on him.”
“And I’d do it again. So now what? You mad and gon’ make me leave, or you gon’ play nice and let me in?”
Caresha stared into Danger's eyes until laughter burst from her. “Jesus. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” She whispered, bowing her head and shaking it.
When she looked back up, Danger was focused on her, his finger still curved around the trigger.
“You know what? Just come in. You’re too drunk to be driving.” Caresha said, turning to unlock her door. She genuinely wanted him to sleep off some of that liquor before he ended up in jail for shooting someone or dead from a car accident.
What she didn’t know was that Danger had sobered up the moment that nigga walked up on them. But he’d let her think whatever if it worked in his favor.
Inside her place, Caresha tossed her keys onto the counter and told Danger he could take a seat, promising she’d be back in a second after she changed into something more comfortable.
However, to her surprise, when she came out of the restroom, he had made it inside her bedroom and was seated on her bed instead.
Caresha froze, looking him over. “What you doing in here? I told you to sit on the couch and that I’d be back.”
“I got lonely.”
“Bullshit.” She folded her arms, making sure not to head that way, staying near the restroom door.
Danger noticed her hesitation. “I ain’t no creep, Ree.”
“I don’t think you are.”
“Then why you standing over there, avoiding me like the fuckin’ plague…like a nigga would ever bring harm to you?”
Caresha thought about it, sighing heavily. It wasn’t him harming her that worried her. It was him trying to smoothly talk her out of her panties that gave her pause.
Why the fuck did you let him in?
“Ree,” Danger called, pulling her from her thoughts.
“Hm?”
“Come here.”
Against her better judgment, Caresha's feet moved toward him as she reached for his hand to guide him back to the living room. But Danger didn’t budge. Instead, he intertwined their hands and gently pulled her down onto his lap.
“D—”
“Ain’t shit in that living room I wanna do or see, Ree.” He cut her off, whispering in her ear.
Caresha swallowed hard as he leaned his head into the side of her neck, relaxing it and breathing heavily, as if his soul had been weary for quite some time and being with her offered him solace.
“I’ma keep it real with you, ma. It’s been a minute since I had some. And with all due respect, I wanna be in you, and only you.” Danger pressed a kiss to the side of her face.
“Oooh, um…”
“Why you so nervous? You want me to stop? If so, say the words.” He gave her another kiss to the nape of her neck. “And I’ll let you be.”
Caresha's eyes fluttered shut as her chest rose and fell, the seat of her panties growing damp. Part of her wanted him to stop, but another side craved him fiercely.
Because she didn’t say stop, Danger continued on his mission, planting kisses along her neck, and things escalated when a soft moan slipped from Caresha's lips. Fully aroused, he placed both hands on her small breasts, massaging them while groaning against her ear. They might’ve been small, but he handled them with a confidence as if they were big.
“Shit,” Caresha squeezed her thighs together, trying to contain herself.
“Nah, don’t do that.” Danger tapped her thigh, signaling for her to open back up, then he squeezed gently.
“I want you,” he whispered once more, slipping his hands underneath the tank top she’d changed into for a real feel of her breasts. “Fuck, Ree. I wanna be in you.”
Feeling her bare skin made Danger’s dick even harder than before. Caresha could feel it stabbing her.
“You feel that?” He asked her.
“Yeah…mmm.” She moaned, lost in the sensation of him twisting her nipples.
“You don’t wanna feel it inside you?”
“I do, but—”
“But what?”
Danger flipped her over, placing her back against the bed.
He took his time, raising her shirt and kissing along both breasts.
He took one nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking it gently before moving to the other, applying the same tender attention.
Once he was done, he moved down to her stomach, kissing there too.
It was perfectly flat, adorned with a diamond belly button ring and a butterfly tattoo on the side. He found the combination sexy as hell.
As he sucked on her belly button ring, he slowly removed her pajama pants. By the time Caresha realized it, they were on the ground, and her panties had been slid to the side.
At the sight of her pretty pussy, Danger let out a low whistle that she found both sexy and alarmingly grounding.
It jolted her back to reality. Caresha pushed herself away from his grasp, backing up until her back hit the headboard.
This new position only fueled Danger's desire further.
He licked his lips, eyes fixated on her pinkness and hair.
Not expecting things to go down like this, Caresha hadn’t bothered to book a wax appointment like Nivéa warned her to, thinking she was in control. But she had sadly mistaken.
Danger didn’t mind her natural state at all, though. His logic was that a freshly waxed pussy often meant a busy one, but one that went untouched nine times out of ten hadn’t been tampered with in a while. If anything, he adored her for it.
“What? Why you running from me, ma?” He questioned, rubbing his dick through his pants. He was ready to give her the business.
Caresha went silent on him, just staring.
“What’s the problem? Just tell me, and I’ll fix it.” His voice was thick with need and lust.
She still didn’t respond, too busy wrestling with her thoughts. The truth was, there was nothing wrong for him to fix. If anything, that was the problem. He was doing everything right, making her want to break her promise to herself.
Danger stared at her, sensing something was off about her energy. Anxiety crept in as he hoped she didn’t have an STD. “What is it? Come on. Tell me.”
Caresha deeply exhaled, then finally let go. “I haven’t had sex in the last four years. I’m celibate, and I plan on keeping it that way.”
Danger kept staring, expecting her to laugh it off, but her face remained serious.
“Stop playin’, Ree.”
“I’m not playin’, D.” She met his gaze, her eyes earnest.
Celibacy.
After meaningless dating with men who only seemed interested in one thing, Caresha had vowed to herself: no more giving pieces of herself away just because she liked someone. No more confusing attention with intention. No more waking up attached to people who never planned on staying.
Celibacy had started as a challenge when she was twenty-two, but somewhere along the way, it became a source of peace. It forced her to learn about herself, to sit with herself, and to stop seeking validation in the wrong places. Now, here Danger was, complicating everything.
“Nah,” Danger dragged a hand down his face, still thinking she was fucking with him. But the look on her face, never changed.
“For real?”
“Yes, I’m serious. I’m not against having a good time or going out.
But that part of me? I don’t know. I’m just not ready to dive back into that yet.
Celibacy is something I’m really taking seriously, which is one of the main reasons I’m still single.
Niggas don’t like that. Not that I ever gave a fuck.
I’m good on y’all’s ways.” She popped her shit, even in her vulnerability.
“It’s been a very long time that I even let someone get this close to me.”
Danger held her gaze, and for some reason, he believed her. With a heavy sigh, he buried his face in his hands. “Fuck. I’ma fuck around and murk a nigga tonight, for real.” He mumbled in frustration.
Caresha couldn’t suppress a snicker as she watched him. “I take it you’re mad?” She asked softly.
Danger glanced over, shaking his head. “Nah.”
“You lying. You are, and this is the last time I’m gon’ hear from you. Sure, because of Crown and Niv, I’ll see you around. But you won’t contact me again.”
“That shit ain’t true. Granted, a nigga a lil disappointed I can’t get it. But I’m not mad at you, and I damn sure won’t stop hittin’ you up because of it. If anything, I respect you even more than I did before.”
“You promise?” She asked, swallowing hard, wondering why she felt so vulnerable. But she couldn’t help it; the desire to connect with him was overwhelming.
“I promise. But if I find out you lying to me and giving it to someone else…”
Caresha swallowed hard at the intensity in his eyes. It wasn’t that she was lying; it was the dangerous glint that scared her. He looked like he would go to any lengths over the matter.
“You lying to me?” Danger narrowed his gaze, picking up on her fear. “You fuckin’ somebody else?”
“No,” Caresha quickly shook her head.
“Promise me, Ree.”
“I promise you. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Why, though?”
“Why what?”
“Why choose celibacy?”
“Because niggas don’t want nothin’ real. They just want to feel. Sex doesn’t impress me; I won’t do it just for the sake of doing it.”
“Nah, I want something real.” Danger told her.
Caresha giggled, thinking he would say anything to get her to give in.
“I ain’t playing with you.” He added, his tone firm.
“Then show me… show me you want something real.”
“Aight,”
Leaning over, Danger kissed her all over her face, and unfortunately, his dick throbbed even harder, but he worked hard to ignore it.
“I’m sorry.” Caresha said sympathetically, surprising herself.
She had never apologized to a nigga, especially not for something like this. This was serious to her.
For Caresha, abstaining from sex was one of the best forms of therapy.
It opened her eyes to a lot of the bullshit.
She had become adept at sensing when something was off about a man, making it harder for them to lie and sell her dreams. Often, sex clouded good judgment, but not hers.
She was completely in tune with herself and the world around her.
Throughout her journey, Caresha learned that many men were carrying bad energy and burdened with demons they refused to deal with and that shit transferred over.
They also were careless, jumping from one woman to the next without regard for their health.
So no, they didn’t deserve any pussy from her.
Sure, it was annoying and frustrating because she had needs at the end of the day, but sex wasn’t worth sacrificing her sanity and well-being. Caresha played about a lot of shit, but her value wasn’t one of them. She knew her worth and was determined to protect it.
“It’s all good.” Danger replied with a shrug, and he truly meant it.
With bated breath, Caresha watched his every move, curious about what he would do next.
To her surprise, instead of leaving, Danger came out of his clothes, climbed under the covers, and positioned himself on top of her, locking his arms around her waist. She didn’t fight him on it; he earned another point in her book by being able to control himself.
With his head resting between her breasts, they settled into a comfortable silence, cuddling as Caresha ran her fingers through his locs.
“I wanna stay with you tonight, Ree. Can’t sleep when I’m alone.”
“Great, ‘cause I don’t want you to go.”
Nodding, Danger eventually drifted off against her, and they spent the night enveloped in each other’s warmth. It was the best sleep he’d had since before Lil Mo’s death.