14. Sol
Sol
I woke up to the smell of breakfast. It didn’t just smell like eggs and toast but a real breakfast that was fit for a king.
It smelled sweet in the air, like cinnamon.
My stomach tightened as I sat up a little confused.
She really listened to me. I chuckled, thinking to myself.
The dick must have did wonders for Yeremy, because she was in the kitchen throwing down for a nigga.
I ran a hand over my face, feeling the tightness in my muscles. I got out the bed and walked over to her door, and I heard the faint sounds of music just as my phone rang.
“Yo,” I answered.
“You a wild nigga. Come get these clothes. I’m at the back door and it smell good as fuck. She made enough for me too, right?” Fatz breathed loud into the phone like he had to climb several steps just to get to the back door.
“Nah, she ain’t made enough for you. Knock on the sliding glass and give her my shit. Fatz don’t beg for no food, and I mean that shit. I’m about to jump in the shower, give her my clothes, and I’ll tap in with you in a couple of hours.”
“That’s fucked up, man?—”
I hung up the phone with a low chuckle. I hopped in the shower and did my thing.
I was in disbelief that I actually hit Yeremy raw with no protection.
I had to admit that it felt good sleeping with her overnight.
Even in her sleep she looked perfect as hell.
I never did no shit like that with no chick.
The first girl that I actually claimed as my girlfriend was back in high school.
I learned the hard way about falling for a hoe.
I got my first STD at seventeen and made sure to never hit another bitch raw afterwards.
I shook off whatever I was feeling and walked back into Yeremy’s room with the towel wrapped at my waist. My clothes were folded neatly on the bed.
I quickly got dressed and walked toward the kitchen.
Casper’s house was player as fuck, I could just imagine how the thirsty hoes felt when he welcomed them into his home.
I followed the sound of Yeremy humming and singing offkey to Anita Baker.
When I got to the kitchen her back was to me.
She stood at the stove in a zone, bonnet still covering her head.
She had on a black sports bra with black leggings.
My eyes fell down to her ass and I had to readjust my dick.
Yeremy’s round ass sat up high, it looked sculpted to perfection.
She was shaped with curves in all the right places like God had drawn her just to fuck with a nigga’s discipline.
Her hips swayed as she flipped something in the skillet.
From her side profile, I could tell she had on no makeup like last night, just authentically natural.
That was hard to come by because with most females, they did the most to ensure an approval from a man. When most men truly didn’t give a fuck about the small petty shit like make-up on a woman or even a BBL that a lot of women got just to attract a certain kind of man.
Yeremy hadn’t even noticed me yet. She was moving around the kitchen in a peaceful zone.
She was used to peace, and mornings like this.
Me? I didn’t know a damn thing about it.
I didn’t wake up to pancakes and Anita Baker playing.
Once again, my chest got tight in a way that I didn’t like.
I felt something crawl though my ribs trying to make room.
She turned and finally spotted me leaning against the doorway. I smiled at the way she blushed, her lips curled into a slow smile.
“You slept good, I see.” She batted her eyes my way.
I didn’t speak right away. I took her in, every inch of her.
“You cook like this for all your one-night stands?” I asked.
Yeremy rolled her eyes and turned back to the stove.
“Only the ones that force they way into my space,” she stated over her shoulder.
I let out a quiet laugh and stepped all the way into the kitchen.
“I see you got up and made breakfast like I told you last night.” I stepped behind her.
She stilled for a second, I made Yeremy sexy ass nervous. I enjoyed seeing her sweat. I looked at the plate of pancakes and watched her burn the last two since she was so focused on my words and presence.
“Take them out, Ma. Everything in here looks good. I appreciate you.” I kissed her on the side of her forehead.
She flipped the pancake like my voice didn’t just shake something up inside of her.
“You act like you want more…” Her words trailed off.
“If I want more, I’ll get it. I’m sure you don’t got a problem with giving it.” I chuckled blowing purposely on the back of her neck.
Yeremy’s tone was cool, like she was unbothered. I saw the way her spine straightened and the way her breath hitched every couple of seconds. She felt me, all throughout her.
“From what I learned, Ma…you love when I take that pussy.” I bit at her earlobe.
“Whatever, Sol. Sit down so you can eat breakfast. I know it’s other shit you got to go tend to.”
I laughed under my breath and moved back to give her space. She took the pancakes out of the pan and stacked them on top of the others. She turned toward me with the spatula still in hand, then looked me up and down.
“I really don’t like cocky ass niggas.” She rolled her eyes.
“I feel it.” I tugged at the bottom of my goatee.
“I don’t like broads who act like they don’t want me, when they get up early as fuck to shower and cook me breakfast in leggings with no damn panties on.” I smirked down at her.
Her jaw clenched; I gave her no choice but to turn back toward the stove in silence.
“You don’t got to play tough with me, Yeremy. I’m a cool ass nigga,” I stated loud enough for her to hear me.
I gave Yeremy nervous ass the space she needed.
I took a seat at the island and decided to entertain her a little bit.
She grabbed two plates out of the cabinet then stacked three pancakes on mine.
She lined up the bacon like she cared all about presentation then added scrambled eggs with cheese.
After she made her plate, she sat across from me.
Yeremy avoided my stare at first and gave her attention to cutting into her pancakes. She took her time cutting them into tiny perfect little squares then she finally glanced up at me. Her pretty doe-shaped eyes softened as she licked her lips.
“How old are you, Sol?” She took her eyes off of me to put syrup all over her pancakes then passed it to me.
“I’m twenty-eight,” I answered, stuffing my mouth.
“Oh, what sign are you?” Her eyes lit up.
I didn’t know why women thought by asking a man their horoscope could possibly tell them all that they needed to know. I didn’t believe in that shit but I entertained her for what it was worth.
“I’m a Scorpio.” I stabbed at my plate without looking up at her.
“Oh hell naw! Y’all the worse fuckin’ type!”
“So I heard.” I chuckled dryly.
“Aren’t you going to ask me my sign?” She asked.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I don’t believe in that shit.”
“Damn, you gone die an old lonely ass man with the funky ass attitude you got. I’m not trying to be your girl. I’m simply trying to get to know you as a friend.” She rolled her eyes hard my way.
“But you trying to get to know that Dr. Larae nigga.” I raised a brow her way.
“Whatever, I sure am going to get to know him. He might be my future husband. At least he polite and like to talk.” She shrugged her shoulders and started back eating.
“That’s good for you and that nigga. Want to settle just to make Casper happy. Why not give yourself time to be single and get to see what that’s like.” I bit into the side of my tongue.
I didn’t know why the fuck I cared so much about her and this doctor nigga. All I knew was she was starting to piss me off mentioning the nigga.
“I’ve been single for a while now, not a whole year but it’s healthy for me to date. There’s nothing wrong with that like it’s nothing wrong with you being my temporary sex buddy.” She smirked.
“You got me fucked up.” I laughed at her dry ass humor.
“Yeremy, that pussy A-one as fuck, Ma. That shit have the ability to throw a nigga off his p’s and q’s. I ain’t pressed for shit but time and money.”
“So you don’t want me as a friend?” she asked innocently.
“Yeah, I don’t mind being your friend.”
She offered me a big smile that automatically made me smile back at her.
“Are you always so intense?” she randomly asked.
“Only when I want something or handling business, I guess,” I answered.
“So that means…right now?—”
“I want you.” I finished her sentence.
She inhaled slowly and bit into her bottom lip.
“You don’t even know me, you’re not asking questions. It can’t all just be sexual if we getting to know each other.” She complained pushing her plate a few inches away like she lost her appetite.
“I know your scent; I know the sounds you make when you cum. Your body shakes when I put my mouth on you. You get scared when you cum back-to-back because you think you gonna faint. You listen to old school music to make you feel okay the next day after getting the pussy broke in. You an aesthetic type of chick. Small things make you happy. If I was to tell you to get dressed after breakfast to just ride shot gun in my drop top, you’d like that shit.
Your spoiled and got a good ass heart, Yeremy.
You give muthafuckas the benefit of the doubt and it ends up hurting you in the end.
You wear your heart on your sleeve and got a lot of wishful thinking going on in that pretty head of yours.
If I met you in another lifetime where our pieces aligned properly, I’d make it more than just what I’m making it to be about now.
You a good woman, one day you gone make me jealous as fuck.
” I chuckled, not believing how vocal I was being.
“Why would I make you jealous?” She released the breath she was holding.
“Cause you gone allow a square ass nigga into your space while thinking of me and shit. I’m gone respect whatever relationship you got going, but if I want you, I’m gone get you. I just respect Casper enough not to ruin you,” I stated, looking away from her.
Yeremy looked me in the eyes like she could see a nigga’s soul. I suddenly felt fucked up about taking her down in Casper’s house. We didn’t belong. I couldn’t have her, and even if I wanted to try to get Yeremy, it would fuck up the little bit of peace that I had.
“Do you want kids one day?”
Yeremy had a lot of questions, which showed that she was hell of interested in me.
“I do, once I’m out the game,” I answered honestly.
“Wow that’s good! You actually want to get out and not let this define you for the rest of your life.” She looked up at me with hopeful eyes.
“Yeah, I’m just doing this to add more money to my savings for me and my brother Fatz. We already know about investing and got shit put to the side for our exit. Everything be temporary in my eyes, especially this street shit.” I leaned back on the stool and tapped my fork against the plate.
“What kind of woman do you see yourself with when you retire?”
“I don’t know, someone like you probably.” I chuckled.
“I haven’t really thought about no shit like that. Right now, I fuck bitches; if the pussy good, I might drop a band on em’ then I keep it pushing.” I smirked.
Yeremy rolled her eyes so hard that I thought them bitches would get stuck.
“Well, you said my pussy good, so where my band?” She popped her neck to the side.
“Yo pussy worth more than a band. If you want to get tricked on say that shit with pride.” I laughed.
“Go get fly and we can dip up out of here.”