Chapter 8
MYA
He was tall, at least six five, and his good looks had to be like staring in the face of God.
“Ugh!”
I backspaced all of that out of my document. My mind was still fucked up, but I was trying to write my way through it. This was my full-time gig. I couldn’t afford to sit idle. It had been a week since I’d gotten out of the hospital, and I’d been trying to write for the past couple of days. The shit just wasn’t flowing like I wanted it to. Yesterday, I only typed a thousand words, and today, fifteen hundred.
It didn’t help that it seemed I was patterning my main male character after Christian. I hadn’t seen him since he towed my car home, and it was bothering me more than I cared to admit. He only stayed for like an hour or so before he left. We talked by text every day, and he called every other day to hear my voice. However, he hadn’t last night.
I eased out of my chair and went to the kitchen to put on eggs to boil for tuna then sat on the couch. My motivation was dwindling. I knew I needed to get this book done within the next couple of weeks, but my body was tired. I assumed with the medication I was on, it made me sluggish, and after not writing for nearly two weeks, I was falling into the habit of doing nothing quick as hell.
I fiddled with my phone, debating whether I would reach out first to Christian. He hadn’t sent his normal good morning text either. I guess it was safe to say I missed him. He hadn’t called in the past two days. According to the unwritten schedule, he should have called yesterday evening or last night. We always had good conversations. He really reminded me of some of my favorite book baes. He was rough around the edges… I could tell. Some of the shit he said and the way he said it let me know he wasn’t about games.
Once, while we were on the phone, he was somewhere getting something to eat, and he put me on hold, but I heard him tell someone to get the fuck on. I didn’t ask who he was talking to, but whomever it was got the fuck on like he’d told them to. His tone of voice at that moment had me wetter than water. When he came back to our call, he’d switched gears and gone back to the fun-loving guy I was getting to know.
My mind was at war with my situation though. Christian seemed to be a good guy and just wanted to be in a relationship. If I were honest with myself, I wanted that too, but I was afraid of being hurt yet again. I wanted that with Christian. I found our thread and sent him a text message.
Hey, stranger. I hope you’re having a great day.
After hitting send, I turned on the TV and tried to find something I wanted to watch while I waited for my eggs to boil. Before I could find anything, my phone rang. When I saw it was Christian, a smile invaded my face. “Hello?”
“What’s up? You finally thinking about a nigga?”
“Hey. What do you mean?”
“I didn’t want to be the only one taking initiative in our newfound friendship. I wanted to see how long it would take you to reach out to me. Thankfully, you didn’t let me down.”
He chuckled as I rolled my eyes. I still couldn’t wipe the smile off my face though. “Whatever. I value your friendship, big head. When am I gonna get to see you again though?”
“Damn. You wanna see me?”
“Will you stop it?” I chuckled as he did too. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I miss you, nigga.”
He laughed, and I got a mental picture of what that probably looked like. My face heated up like he was standing in front of me. He had a hold on me, and I hadn’t figured out why. Until I got to know him better, I still couldn’t commit to him. I needed to keep my guard up and my options open until I could make sure this wasn’t too good to be true. A week and a couple of days just wasn’t long enough to determine that, especially since I didn’t see him every day.
“Girl, come open the door.”
My heart started beating erratically as I asked, “Huh?”
“Come open the door. I’m at your door.”
“Christian, for real?” I asked as I stood from the couch and ran to the door.
After checking the peephole to see him standing there with the phone to his ear, I dropped my phone to the floor and quickly unlocked the door. The minute it opened, I jumped into him. He chuckled as he caught me, his hands gripping my ass. I quickly released him and wiggled out of his arms, realizing I’d overdone it.
Not only was I hurting, but I had on boy shorts and a T-shirt. He was getting a glimpse of all the ass I had to offer. Glancing up at him, I saw him lick his lips as he scanned my body. “Come in. I’m sorry,” I said as I walked inside and held the door open for him to do so as well.
Once he was inside, I closed and locked it. When I turned to him, he was standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching me. My face was hotter than it was earlier. I was standing in front of him in this tight ass T-shirt, no bra, and some fucking boy shorts. My hair was all over the place. I slid my hand over my face, trying to gather myself.
“I’m excited to see you. I fucking forgot I was half naked. Let me go put clothes on.”
I attempted to walk past him, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me back to him. “You good. Be comfortable in your space. Plus, I like this look.”
“I bet,” I mumbled.
His gaze didn’t waver. He leaned over and kissed my lips, and I couldn’t help but slide my hand to the back of his neck, causing him to hold his position a few seconds longer. When his tongue slid to mine, I could feel the goosebumps invade my skin. This nigga was so damn fine and irresistible. I had a feeling he knew that shit too. A slight moan left me as I pulled away from him.
Clearing my throat, I asked, “Do you want something to drink?”
“Naw, I’m good,” he said in a low voice.
After taking a deep breath, I grabbed his hand and led him to the couch. Once we were seated, I angled my body toward him. “What made you come see me?”
“I needed to see how you were doing, not just hear you say you were okay. I had an appointment earlier, then I went took a shower and made my way to you. I mean, I missed you too, girl. When did your dad leave?”
“A couple of days ago. Once he saw I could get around and do for myself without much pain, he headed back to Mesquite. I was gonna ask you to come see me when you called.”
“Is that right?” he asked as he grabbed my hand and kissed it.
“Mm hmm. You’re fun to be around, and you’re really the only friend I have.”
He nodded. “So how’s the writing going?”
“Like shit.”
“Why?”
“I’m trying to motivate myself to sit there and focus. I just want to lay around. I can’t afford to lay around. This is my livelihood. If I don’t write, I won’t make as much money.”
“When a new book comes out, your readers probably snatch it up quick, huh?”
“Hell yeah. The day of. That ensures I’ll have a good check every month if I release every month.”
He rubbed his hand down the back of his head. “I understand.” He glanced at me and said, “You know, if you were mine, you wouldn’t have to worry about that shit. I’ll still help you where I can though.”
“I’m not asking for help, Christian. I’m just explaining how the process works. I’ve been taking care of myself for a while now. I appreciate you offering though.”
I slid my hand to his cheek as he stared at me. I knew to talk sweetly to him, even when I was shooting him down, because I didn’t want to get on his bad side. If he thought he was being unfairly attacked, he struck back without hesitation. Gliding my fingertips through his beard must have served as an aphrodisiac, because I noticed his erection. That shit was mouthwatering, even through his pants.
He licked his pink lips as he stared at me. I swore he was turning me on so much. “Mya, you on restriction for another week, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Unless you want me to disregard that shit, I suggest you stop.”
Teasing him, I brought my other hand to his other cheek, and innocently asked, “Stop what?”
He bit his bottom lip and swiftly pulled my leg over him, causing me to straddle his lap. I thought my pussy was gonna squirt all over his ass. His hands slid to my ass, and he gripped my cheeks. “Or you gon’ find me nine to ten inches deep inside this gushy shit between your legs. Quit fucking with me, girl.”
My eyes closed involuntarily. I was so fucking turned on. Feeling his erection between my legs was dangerous as hell. I was wanting to say to hell with that restriction. I wanted him so badly. When his lips and tongue graced my neck, I couldn’t help but roll my hips against him. Suddenly, my good sense kicked in, and I slid off his lap.
“Damn. You gon’ make me fuck up my cervix.”
He chuckled. “That’s all you, girl. Surgery or not, though, I’m gon’ fuck that shit up regardless.”
My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. He had a serious erection. I had to taste it at least. I slid my hand over his dick, and he roughly grabbed my wrist, lifting my hand from it. My eyes went to his to see the frown on his face. “What?” I asked.
“You tripping. You know you can’t have it, so why you fucking with me?”
“I want to taste it. You gon’ deny me that?”
“Hell yeah. I won’t have no restraint after that. I’ll have yo’ pussy sliding down my shit immediately after. Give me an inch, and I’m gon’ take a fucking mile. No question about that shit.”
I slid my hand over my face and sat back on the couch. I was so fucking wet. “Okay. Well, please let me go put on something more presentable. This shit is only making things harder for both of us.”
I glanced down at his erection again. He grabbed it, I assumed trying to adjust himself, then looked back at me. “Yeah, that’s probably best. All that ass hanging out of that shit you got on got me wanting to see what kind of groceries you got on your shelf.”
I literally had to grip my pussy at his words. My eyes fluttered shut as a frown of frustration graced my face. When I felt his hand slide over mine, I released my grip, allowing him to replace my hand with his. I opened my eyes and stared at him as he slid his fingers inside my boy shorts, going straight to my clit. He gently pulled it between his two fingers, stroking it perfectly.
“Christian… fuuuuuuck. Please don’t stop.”
His mouth went to my earlobe, and he bit it then moaned in my ear. “Yo’ pussy so damn juicy, girl.”
He slid his tongue from the base of my neck back to my earlobe as I detonated on his fingers. “Oh shit!”
He flicked my clit back and forth, making my body spasm. When my orgasm started to dwindle, he pulled his fingers from my underwear and brought them straight to his mouth. He sucked his fingers like he was sampling the most decadent chocolate he’d ever tasted.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “This some good shit, Mya,” he said in a low voice.
It was like that muthafucka dropped an entire octave. That didn’t do anything for my libido. Even after experiencing my orgasm, there was nothing I wanted more than to feel him inside of me. I stared into his eyes then pulled my shirt over my head. When I did, he grabbed my thick hair and pulled my head backward.
“You so fucking sexy, but you know I can’t get in that pussy right now. Unless you want me to penetrate yo’ asshole, I would suggest you put your shirt back on. Either that, or I’m gonna have to leave. I don’t wanna leave, baby.”
“We don’t have to wait two weeks.”
His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Ain’t that what the doctor said?”
“Yes, but?—”
“No buts. I’ll get at you next time.”
I poked my lip out and pulled my shirt back over my head. “Christian,” I whispered. “I need it.”
“Mm hmm. I need that shit too, but I’d rather wait until the doctor release you from the restrictions. Once I dip in, I ain’t gon’ wanna stop. As juicy as yo’ shit is, I won’t be able to do without it for long periods of time.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I laid my head against him, wanting to beg for the dick. This was crazy. Before I could get comfortable against him, my phone rang. I realized it was still on the floor by the door.
“I got it.” He stood and walked over to pick it up. He glanced at the screen and said, “It’s Janson.”
“Answer it.”
His brows lifted, but he did as I said, answering it on speaker. “Yeah, what’s up?”
It was quiet for a moment, then Janson said, “Uhh… is Mya available?”
Christian never even glanced at me. I supposed he knew if I told him to answer the phone then I didn’t care what the hell he said to that nigga.
“Naw, she ain’t. Who is this?”
“Can you tell her Janson called?”
“You wanna leave more of a message than that?”
“Naw. Who is this?”
“Her man.”
“Ain’t no way. She told you she was pregnant with my baby?”
“She told me she was pregnant, but that the father was a bitch ass nigga that wouldn’t claim his child. So I guess that was you then. Care to elaborate?”
I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing as Christian stared at me with a smile on his face. Apparently, he was enjoying himself.
“Man, I wasn’t the only nigga she was sleeping with. I just wanna see if we can get a paternity test done. We can go to a clinic here that will do it as soon as ten weeks gestation.”
Christian stared at me, and I nodded. It was like I knew he was asking me if it was okay to tell him the truth.
“Well, you a lil too late. She lost the baby almost two weeks ago. That should be convenient for you. Don’t call this number no more.”
He ended the call and made his way to me. Hearing him say I lost the baby brought a tinge of sadness to my heart. While I knew I wasn’t ready for a baby, I never wished for the baby to die. Relief wasn’t my immediate response to what was happening. It was sadness. I supposed I had subconsciously bonded with the baby. I stood from the couch, and Christian pulled me in his embrace. I closed my eyes for a moment and laid my head against his shoulder. When I pulled away, he tilted my head back and kissed my lips.
“Thanks, Christian. I’m gonna go get cleaned up. When I come back, we can order something to eat and watch a movie or something.”
He nodded and released me to go get myself together. I was feeling too sensitive now, and I refused to let my feelings get involved in what Christian and I had going on. Niggas still ain’t shit.