Chapter 7 #3
I stood there for a second, getting my head together before I went over to the table and grabbed my clutch.
This night went from zero to shit real quick.
I was ready to get home and out of this dress and heels any-damn-way.
It was one uncomfortable ride home. Chevy and Ledge had no qualms about fighting in front of me and Frequency.
I guess it was a good thing since we didn’t have anything to say to one another anyway.
Once those two were dropped off, there was enough space for me to move to the opposite side of the car, as far away from him that I could get.
We hadn’t spoken since leaving the dinner, so it was awkward and heavy between us.
“I don’t trust people.” Frequency broke the silence.
I kept my eyes outside the window as we drove.
“Very few. Celine. Knowledge. That’s about it. What I expect from them, they give, and they’re loyal. The one time I let someone else in, I mean really let them in, I gained a daughter and lost my girl,” he confessed. “I can’t undo that shit.”
“No, I guess you can’t,” I agreed. “I had a boyfriend. We were together for two years. He was who I planned on being my first. And then I was taken. And… I feel ashamed that I’m not more pissed off about that.
I definitely should be.” I whirled my head around and raked misting eyes all over him.
“But… I wasn’t happy. I was a twenty-year-old just blowing through life with no real plans.
As long as I got my degree, I figured I would coast. My daddy hated that idea.
He wanted me to put down roots, become something.
Anything good I did was supposed to erase all the bullshit my mother had put us through I guess. ”
“I’ll give you the option right here and now, Harbor. Do you want to give all of this up? Or would you like to boss up on any- and everyone that ever shitted on you?”
“As long as we establish something here tonight.”
“What’s that?” He narrowed his gaze.
“Trust,” I declared. “Given the circumstances, if you want me to trust you, you have to do the same.”
“Trust is earned… and built. You proved tonight that you can hold your own and that you aren’t a flight risk. Next up is enrolling in these real estate courses.”
“What about the rest of my college courses? Can I do that too? I really want to get my degree.” He seemed impressed.
“You think you can handle that workload?”
“I’m sure I can manage it all,” I spoke with confidence, and it either amused or intrigued him because he actually smiled.
Frequency
When Harbor and I walked through the front door, I let her pass first. She went right to the staircase.
I sensed that she was still feeling some kind of way about our interaction tonight.
Rejecting her was the best thing across the board.
There was a chemistry between us that was so reactive that I knew if we got too close, I wouldn’t be able to deny her.
It was hard enough to do so embracing her while dancing. Closing the door behind me, I watched her body move up the staircase until she was no longer in my vision. Footsteps from the living room drew my attention that way. Celine emerged in her pajamas with a book in her hand.
“Hey. Did you have a good night?” she asked, bringing the book against her chest and smiling warmly.
“Yeah. It was good,” I told her, bowing my head and starting toward the staircase myself.
“What’s wrong with Harbor? Did something happen? She blew past here pretty fast.” Celine observed.
I used my index finger and thumb to trace my shadow beard and shook my head. “Everything is fine. Good night, Celine.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek and began up the staircase.
I knew she was watching me, trying to figure out what I wasn’t telling her.
Celine was like my therapist, and I loved her for it.
Sometimes I didn’t want to be made to feel better.
Brooding and wallowing in my own self-pity were allowed for me in small doses.
I took a long, hot shower, and Harbor was on a nigga’s head the entire time.
She looked at me in a way another woman never had before, not even Ivana.
She was so young, which was easy to forget because of the way she carried herself.
Temptation was a mothafucka. My dick stretched just standing there thinking about how she felt pressed into me.
I brushed my teeth when I got out of the shower but couldn’t shake this girl from my thoughts.
Heading downstairs, I decided to have a nightcap, and paused in stride when I found her in the kitchen doing the same.
In gray sweats and a wife beater with my slides on my feet, I stood on the opposite side of the island counter.
A bottle of Chardonnay sat beside her glass that she had filled.
She stood in her nightgown that stopped above her thigh and a matching robe over it.
Going into my pocket, I retrieved her cell phone and slid it across the counter.
She caught it right before it slipped off the granite onto the floor.
Bringing her sexy, slanted orbs up, she gaped at me.
“I’ve had that since the night you were brought here. Got a friend to unlock it from the system so that it was no longer traceable under your name. The bill is paid, number is changed, but all of your contacts are still there.” I broke down for her.
“Why?” she asked, studying the phone and then me.
“You said we needed to establish trust. This is where that begins,” I responded. “Don’t make me regret it.”
Gripping the device in her hand, she said, “I doubt anyone from my past wants to hear from me, but... thank you,” she stated somberly before she swallowed her wine.
She walked the bottle back over to the built-in wine cooler beside the fridge and set her glass in the sink.
“Good night, Frequency.”
I drank two glasses of bourbon and still couldn’t get her out of my head. I went upstairs to get ready for bed and somehow ended up right at her bedroom door. Like some supernatural force was at work, I was drawn here. Tapping lightly, I waited for her to respond before opening it.
“Come in,” she said from the other side.
I turned the knob and pushed the door open. She had taken her robe off, and only the slinky gown remained cloaking her frame. She was turning her bed down so that she could get in, and my mind was on some other shit. Like she knew what I was there for, her eyes burned like a flame into mine.
Without another word, I walked up on her and snatched aggressively into my arms. She resisted at first, while my hand cupped her chin, and then my mouth smothered hers in a strong kiss.
Lust, desire, and held-in feelings poured out of us both as we held on to each other.
Her soft moans had a nigga bricking up instantly, and my hands slipped down to her ass, palming both cheeks and keeping her pressed against me.
I shoved her toward the bed, but she didn’t pull away from me as we fell together into the mattress.
My fingers pressed into her flesh and lowered under her gown to her bare pussy that was already dripping.
Her moans were deep and enough to drive any nigga insane.
My lips caressed every part of her flesh—from her collarbone, to her chest, and finally her stomach—while I peeled the sleepwear from her body and admired every inch of her.
She was perfect, a fucking goddess. Every curve was on point.
“Shit,” I mumbled, dick rock hard as I rested between her thick ass legs.
She was shaking, but she didn’t stop a damn thing.
My hands gripped her waist, and I knelt over, still kissing her toned stomach until I was at her pink center.
The way it contrasted with her silky ass chocolate skin was sexy as fuck.
I kissed her inner thighs gently and finally took her sweetness into my mouth.
Harbor bucked on the bed like a defibrillator was being used to shock her to life.
She practically levitated when I latched onto her warm, juicy oyster.
She clawed at the sheets, gripping them between her fingers, while I brought ecstasy down on her.
A warm gush of her honey exploded on my tongue that tasted better than fucking candy.
I lapped up every drop, eating her like I had been starved in the wild for years.
I normally didn’t eat pussy of random bitches I fucked with.
Shit was too personal to me, way more intimate than laying pipe to these hoes.
If I started kissing them or eating pussy all the time, they thought they was in the position to be my girl. Wrong.
“Uh! Oh! Fuckkkk—” she squealed, stomach caving like a deflated beach ball.
A peck to both inner thighs again, and I crept up her body until we were face to face.
She was sweaty, so her smooth ass skin had a glow to it.
Her chest rose and fell heavily, like she’d just finished a workout or dance routine.
She grabbed the back of my neck, luring me toward her.
Our lips brushed one another, then sealed, right before she fed me her tongue and tasted herself on mine.
I came out of my sweats, angling myself sideways while she pulled her gown over her head.
Not only was she showing signs of being nervous, but I was also.
It was her first time. I couldn’t recall ever being a woman’s first. The last thing I wanted to do was scar her in any way.
If another nigga came after me, he would have some shoes to fill.
Her eyes left mine and traveled to the thick rod waiting between my legs.
She bit sexily into her bottom lip, and I scooted closer.
Draping myself over her, I searched her face one last time.
“Ain’t no turning around. This… you can’t undo.” I warned.
“Just… don’t hurt me, okay?” she said innocently, and I swear my shit swelled three more inches.