28. Sol
Sol
“ Y eremy, wake up.” I placed a kiss to the side of her face.
She stirred but didn’t budge. I smiled down at her beautiful face then reached underneath the covers to cup her bare pussy. Her eyes shot open, she grabbed my hand and shook her head from side to side.
“Stop, Sol, I didn’t even shower last night after we?—”
“I don’t give a fuck. I like that pussy filthy sometimes.” I chuckled.
I glided my index finger over her clit, her eyes fluttered as her mouth fell open with soft moans.
Today was Yeremy’s first day at the new hospital she got hired at.
It made me happy that she was back to doing what she loved.
Last night, after I fucked her into a coma, I went in her closet and got out her work clothes.
I ironed her clothes and hung it on the back of her closet door.
I called Fatz and told him what I had just done just to get a kick out of his reaction.
“Look at you being all domesticated and shit.” Is what he said before he hung up in my face to smash whatever broad he had at a hotel.
Yeremy just made a nigga want to give her the world.
I couldn’t get enough of her fine ass, even if she did want space.
We were moving fast as hell with all of this shit.
I saw a future with her close to perfect ass and didn’t want to fuck it up.
I wasn’t trying to rush shit; we both went with the flow of everything.
I was either at her house or she was at mine.
“Sol, I’m about to?—”
“Let that shit go and quit stalling, Ma.” I cut her off.
I pulled the covers off of her body and shook my head at the sight before me. Yeremy had the sheets beneath her soaked. I watched her shake, her eyes rolled back like she was possessed.
“That’s a good way to start your first day at a new job. Get up and shower so I can drop you off.” I smirked down at her.
I examined my hand with a hard dick. If I took Yeremy ass down right now, she’d be late to work. I licked my fingers dry and watched her slowly get out of the bed.
“Why are you taking me to work?” Her arched brow went up.
“So all them lame ass niggas can see that you don’t need no work husband,” I stated seriously.
She snorted; her eyes widened in shock like I never heard her ass snort before laughing.
Yeremy doubled over in laughter, her laugh was soft and warm like the kind of music that made you feel good as fuck.
I sat on the bed just staring at her. Her laugh was my confession to the three letter words that I had been reluctant to say.
Even with her hair all over her head, sleep crusted in the corner of her eyes with not a trace of make-up on.
She was beautiful as fuck, every curve, stretch mark, love handle, including the small pouch of a stomach that hoovered over what I considered to be my treasure honey pot.
I picked up a pre rolled blunt and lit it up.
Taking a deep pull from it, I released the smoke from my nose.
I continued to talk shit just to make her laugh more. That shit was a beautiful sight to see. I didn’t even realize that I started to stare at her for a long ass time. All I could focus on was her laugh and how it made something inside of me ache. The good and dangerous kind of ache.
“Baby, why you looking at me like that?” she asked, breathless. She wiped at the corners of her eyes and continued to smile at me.
I took another hit of my blunt then put it in the ashtray.
“I ain’t never hear nobody laugh like you, Ma.” My heart thumped harder inside of my chest.
“I laugh like what?” She tilted her head to the side.
“Like it’s coming from your soul. I can tell it makes you feel good,” I said.
“Sounds like you forgot that the world was ugly for a couple of seconds,” I continued.
Her smile softened; I leaned back, pondering over those three words that were at the tip of my tongue.
My mind started to spin with things that I never done nor said to a woman before.
The high school girlfriend that I did have, really didn’t count.
I never had this feeling pounding throughout my entire body.
I always thought that relationships weren’t meant for niggas like me.
I moved through the shadows of the streets now, and bled niggas of their power. Yeremy felt pure and perfect to a man like me. My heart started to thump; I grabbed my chest then patted it twice before clearing my throat.
“Sol, what’s wrong?”
I opened my mouth, about to say some other shit to try to change the subject but couldn’t.
“I love you,” I uttered lowly.
I blinked, and Yeremy’s mouth fell open. I looked away for a second, my mouth was still slightly opened like the words couldn’t be sucked back in. I meant that shit. My tongue pressed against the back of my teeth, I cursed myself inwardly, thinking that I said that shit too soon.
“Say it again, Sol,” she whispered, stepping close to me.
“I love you,” I said it louder.
“You really mean it?” Her lip trembled, and her eyes glistened.
“Yeah, I do.” I nodded my head.
Her chest rose like she had to inhale the moment to believe it.
“I love you too,” she said softly, voice shaking.
“I just didn’t want to be the first to say it. I really didn’t know if I could trust it, but I feel it Sol…I feel it so much that it scares me.” She casted her eyes down to the carpet.
“Why?”
“Because it’s easy to love someone when they’re perfect. When they untouched…but I come with baggage, fear, trauma…and you…you’re not a saint, Sol.” She raised her perfectly arched brows at me.
I chuckled and shook my head in agreement with her.
“I’m definitely not and will never pretend to be. You shouldn’t either. I love you just the way you are,” I told her.
“I love you because you make me feel safe and seen. You make me feel like all the ugly parts of me got a home with you. The way you look at me, and the way that you challenge yourself to step out of your comfort zone just to see me smile. Besides, who you have to be in the streets, you don’t act that way with me.
You’ve opened up, you talk more, and I could see the love in your eyes every time we together.
I also love you because you not afraid of Casper. ” She giggled and blushed hard.
I scooted closer to the edge of the bed and reached for her hand. I gripped them firmly and looked her in the eyes.
“I love you, Yeremy because I’ve been surrounded by snakes, liars and people who only want what I have.
Not who I am. Not street Sol, the nigga that can make shit happen.
Just me. You’re not afraid to call me out when I’m wrong.
You look me in the eyes and confirm your feelings.
You laugh like the world still got some good in it…
sometimes that shit makes me believe it too.
You are the peace that I learned to appreciate and treasure.
I can’t get that shit from nowhere else but you.
I tell myself every day to not mess this up.
I know I love you ’cause I refuse to lose you.
The very thought of that, makes me experience fear, Ma. ”
I brought her hands up to my lips and kissed them.
“Then let’s never mess this up and make it last forever.”
The End!