Chapter 5 #2
“As y’all know, Donuts expanded to Crescent Falls, but Renny isn’t up for going back and forth to run it. So I’ve been running back and forth these last few weeks. That is because I invested my own money as well, s?—"
“So you’re moving to Crescent Falls full-time to run Poles and Pastries,” Dimitri finished because he was beating around the bush.
I nodded. “Interesting, what inspired this move?”
“Nigga ain’t never been able to sit in one place for too long. He’ll be back, he just doesn’t like to sit down for too long. He gets bored,” Rennix answered, stuffing animal crackers into his mouth.
“Yo, fuck you.” Reminisce flipped Rennix off.
“Did I lie?”
Reminisce waved Rennix off and looked in my direction. Maybe I was wearing my emotions on my face because seconds later he was shrugging and speaking again. “I’ll be coming back and forth but be there most of the time.”
To an extent I didn’t know how to feel about it. We had all just found one another. Now his ass was leaving.
“Bright side? If I don’t like it, I’ll be back here.”
I just looked at him. I was kind of irritated that it wasn’t that big of a deal to him.
It was to me though, because I felt like I had just gotten used to them.
Sure, Reminisce was always on the go, but he also always came back.
Ever since Rennix’s shooting, he had been here constantly. I guess I’d gotten used to that.
“This is a nice ass kitchen, but I know from your lips you don’t utilize it the way you should.” He was standing between my legs while I sat on the island.
I laughed, sipping from the wine glass in my hand. “You’re right, I don’t. I only have this place for the view. I like catching sunsets and rising from my sofa.” I motioned toward the perfectly positioned couch right in front of the floor to ceiling window.
He nodded, backing up and checking on the fish he had put in the oven to reheat.
Then he was back standing between my legs, staring at me.
His massive hands against my exposed thighs created nothing but moisture between them.
As much as I wanted to go straight there with him, a conversation had to be had.
“You ghosted me, why?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t ghost you, but I hate that you feel like I did. But I got some shit with me, and I’m kind of fucked up. I go dark sometimes for my own sanity.”
I just looked at him, common sense in me telling me I needed to leave this man alone because he had literally just given me a whole disclaimer, but I couldn’t.
It was captivating, even though I knew emotionally unavailable men were potentially the worst heartbreak a woman could sign up for.
“Hopefully one day you’ll feel comfortable enough to tell me what that is. ”
No response escaped his lips. Instead, those serious eyes jumped from my eyes to my lips.
I took that as my cue to keep speaking, “Until then, let’s have a code word.”
With confusion clouding his expression, he repeated the last three words of my statement “A code word.”
“Yes, because I don’t let just anybody between my legs, but I like you and I think you like me too. So, a code word will let me know you’re going dark and not ghosting me.”
He was silent and unmoving for a moment before his hands were on my face.
“You can have whatever the fuck you want, Jade.” Then he mashed his lips into mine, the most feverish heat against my lips had me wrapping my legs around his waist. When we parted, I couldn’t help but look.
With him I did a lot of looking, my eyes making sure it was real and not something my mind made up.
My oven going off made him step from my grasp to check the fish. That fast I’d forgotten all about the fish.
“So, about that code word… What are you thinking?” I asked as he pulled the mitts on his hands to pull the pan from the oven.
“You tell me.”
“Well, it has to be something easy, but not too easy. Something that will stand out no matter what.” I babbled on and on until he was forking a piece of fish with heat rising from it and holding it to my lips.
“Blow.”
With full eye contact I did as he asked, blowing the steam away before accepting it into my mouth.
“It’s pan seared bass. What do you think?”
“I think I need not get used to you cooking for me or I may not be able to go back to my girl dinners,” I joked, but I was so serious.
He laughed. “Do I even want to know what girl dinner is?”
“No. And the code word is lavender.”
“Why lavender?” His eyebrow raised and he was looking at me for an answer.
I smiled. “It’s my favorite color and flower.”
He nodded. “Bet. Are you ready to eat?”
“Always.” I watched as he turned and began platting my food. He didn’t ask me once where anything was, but moved around grabbing what he needed. He only pulled one plate out.
“Why one plate? You’re not eating with me?”
“Ate while I worked. It’s cool, my intention was to feed you anyway.
” Within seconds he was standing in front of me, holding the plate and fork out.
The way he forked the meal piece by piece into my mouth, I couldn’t even put my finger on what all I had eaten besides the fish, because he fed me and made eye contact each time.
It was like sex. It was so intimate, so heated that halfway through being fed, I wanted to say fuck the food.
“What made you want to be a chef?” I asked as we lounged on my sofa hours later.
“I realized it was the only thing I could be in the middle of doing and not be thinking of all the other things I could be doing. When I’m in the kitchen, those ingredients and meals are all that matter.”
I felt my phone vibrate in my lap and glanced down. There was no number I recognized, so I ignored the call and focused on him. “So, cooking is your passion?”
“I guess you could call it that.” He shrugged.
“Then what do you call it?”
“I don’t. I just do what I feel.” His hand massaged up my thigh as he answered.
I nodded. “That’s how I feel when it comes to my boutiques. With the growth and new additions, I always go off what I’m feeling and sometimes the numbers.”
“It’s working well for you though.”
“That’s because for so long it has been my everything. All I’ve ever known was my businesses.”
He tucked his top lip beneath his bottom lip. “Understood. Tunnel vision can be a motherfucker. All that going along to get along can be exhausting.”
“Tell me about it.” I sighed, sitting back on the sofa just thinking about it. Once again, my phone was vibrating but I didn’t move to check it.
“Who keeps calling you?” he asked. It was close to impossible for him not to hear the vibrating against the sofa. It was loud.
“Would you believe me if I told you I don’t know? It’s a number I don’t recognize and I don’t answer those.”
He held his hand out for my phone seconds later, and to my surprise, I handed it to him.
He grabbed both my wrist and the damn phone, pulling my body into his with the phone. By the time he had it, it had stopped ringing.
He dropped it onto his chest and just looked at me. “I don’t know why you had your ass all the way down there anyways.” By now I was sitting in his lap like it was Christmas and I was about to drop a nice ass list.
I laughed. “Because I was not only seated first but I was comfortable.” I couldn’t hide the smile on my face as I spoke.
“Get comfortable on me, Jade. I prefer it that way.” He sat back and his eyes were closed while I maneuvered to where I was straddling him and not sitting across his lap. I just looked at him, feeling his hand at my sides and ass. My phone slid down between us and landed on his lap.
“You’re tired.”
“As fuck,” he responded, never opening his eyes but still caressing my sides.
“Then why not go home and chill? You didn’t have to go out of your way to come feed me.” I didn’t mean that at all, but I said it because it was the right thing to say… right?
“Shidd. You ’ont mean that. You wanted me to be here just as much as I wanted to be here. I’m good.” He then leaned forward and met me with a kiss.
I laughed. “Okay maybe I didn’t, but you can get some sleep in my bed. I won’t bother you.”
He chuckled. “I’m not worried about you bothering me. Just because I’m tired doesn't mean I’m sleepy. I’m up with you to spend som—” His sentence was interrupted when my phone started ringing out of nowhere.
It was the number I didn’t know again. I just knew it.
He didn’t hesitate to answer it on speaker. “Yeah.”
I watched intently as he peered down at the phone, waiting for whoever to answer on the other end.
They didn’t though. It was just heavy breathing then whoever it was hung up.
It was so weird, but at that moment, it didn’t matter.
My body was flush against his and his lips were nearly conjoined to mine.
Within seconds he was standing and carrying me.
He spoke into my neck. “Bedroom, Jade.”
“Last door to your right.”
He got to my bedroom so fast, I couldn’t catch my breath. My hands rested at the hem of his shirt while his lips assaulted mine. He was so cut and built that I just knew this nigga was about to shatter me just like he had last time.
I helped him out of his shirt and he did the same for me.
His body was against mine in seconds, picking me up and carrying me over to my bed.
He took a seat at the foot of the bed with my body in his arms, making sure I felt every part of him.
I could feel the thick mass beneath me and all I wanted to do was free it, shit, free him.
So I did, scooting my body back a little and stuffing my hands into his sweats until I had my hands wrapped around his girth.
Shit, I’d missed it and only had it once.
“What do you boutta do with that, love?”
I didn’t verbally answer his question but instead leaned forward, easing my dress up and underwear to the side. I needed to feel him no matter how reckless it was.
His hands grasped my waist, struggling not to pull me down fully on top of him, because of course I was taking my time. Oden was not only blessed with the length of a fucking giant, but also the thickness. He was the true definition of splitting a bitch in two.
I buried my teeth in my bottom lip, attempting to brace and pace myself. “Fuck,” I cried out as he leaned forward, kissing my neck and chest.
He spoke into my skin. “You got it.”
Greed took over my motion and the thrill of having all of him inside me had me propelling lower. “Shit.”
“You so fucking wet,” he complimented, almost like he was verbally rousing me to go further. “So, fucking wet.” His repetition had me shoving my body forward against him.
“Mhmm,” I cried out, craning my neck upward before I felt his hand leave my side and find my neck. He pulled my face down, mashing his lips against mine as he began to control my movements, plunging deeper into me.
“Look down. You see how wet you are, how sopping that shit is? Only for me, Jade.” He spoke through clenched teeth, never mind he was ramming nothing but agreement and hard dick into my soul. “Look at it, love.”
I did as he requested, finding myself completely fucking mesmerized seeing where we connected. “Odenn,” I whined, closing my eyes, trying to be as close to him as I could.
“Tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what I’m doing, baby,” he instructed, sending his arm under my thigh and getting a grip so wicked I just knew I wouldn’t be able to walk. I shivered, feeling ice travel along my spine as my body began to shake.
“I can’t. It’s coming,” I cried as he leaned forward, sure to seize hold of my lips. I didn’t recognize the pitch or octave of my voice; this man had me singing.
“Then let that shit go. I wanna see you come. Let it go, Jade.”
I didn’t know if it was his tone of voice or that last thrust upward, but my breath hitched, as the whole room felt like it was spinning and my legs began convulsing.
“That’s right, good girl. Give it all to me.”
I came so hard at his insistence that I saw stars—drawn, two-triangle stars, while he continued to plunge into me with no urgency, just a need to have me sputtering because no words would come to me.
I was so stuck all I could do was take it, holding on tightly until he came too, pushing my body to orgasm yet again at his insistence.
My mind was spinning, trying to make sense of the moment without overthinking it, but one thing was very clear. I never had a man push my body the way he had. Shit, this man is built differently and I can’t tell if that is a good or bad thing.