Chapter 4 #2
I stopped and grabbed a deep dish and a basic pizza before heading his way. I paid enough attention to know he liked the most basic of foods. He ate different stuff but preferred regular food without any of the extra things that made it extravagant.
When I pulled up to his house, I must’ve met him there because he was sitting in the car. When he saw me, he reached above his head and pushed the button for the garage door to open because he never used the garage. His truck was always parked out front, facing the street, in the driveway.
I got out of the car just as he approached my door. I then went around and grabbed the pizzas from my other seat before finally giving him my full attention. That was before he took the boxes from me and backed up enough so I could enter his space first.
When we entered, I did my usual, taking my shoes off at the door.
He set the food on the center island, then emptied the contents of his pockets there.
His wallet, a pack of gum, and his gun sat there before he moved further in to remove his hoodie and top layer T-shirt.
I paid this man too much attention, so much that I had his routine committed to memory.
While he went to get more comfortable, I pulled my own gun from my side and put it on the island along with my phone. Sometimes attention needed to be pointed and not split. That much I had learned when it came to his space and him.
“What type did you get?”
“Regular and deep dish.”
He nodded, then I felt his eyes.
When I looked up from the napkin I was using to dry my hands, we locked eyes. “You good?”
Concern was etched in his features. Shit, was I good?
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“’Cause I wanted to know. You know you don’t have to be on that tough shit with me, Killa.” He grabbed paper plates from near the sink and handed me one.
“I’m not tough, just detached.”
He nodded. “Aren’t we all? Detachment doesn't mean you don’t feel anything. I tell you what I’m thinking and feeling all the time.”
I understood where he was coming from… a little too well, even though he did kind of a piss poor way of describing it.
I shocked myself when I started speaking, telling him about the things in my day that bothered me.
“I had a conversation with my sister and it made me feel a way because I also had the same conversation with my baby sister about a week and a half ago. I thought my answer sufficed. It’s like they think I’m gonna drop off the face of the earth on them with no warning. ”
“Are you?” he asked, his eyes heavy on me.
“No, I haven’t even answered my boss’s phone call. And before you ask why, I don’t know.”
“Stillness, you don’t know how to admit it, but you like it.” He moved around the counter and stood next to me.
“Maybe, maybe not. I’m not ready to admit that part aloud just yet.”
He grinned. “You don’t have to, but your secret is safe with me, Killa.”
I couldn’t hide the smile that trespassed onto my features. Of course it was.
“You like coming over here … to me?”
I wanted to respond, but couldn’t, so I settled for a nod, almost failing to hide the big goofy grin threatening to show itself. Who was I in this man’s presence?
“Good, because I like you coming here, even though we are just friends and shit.”
The grin popped out brightly, showing all thirty-two like a fucking schoolgirl. Who was I becoming?
“Friends,” I repeated, grabbing the bottle of water in front of me.
He nodded. “Unless this becomes something else entirely. I ain’t looking for it, but if it happens, it happens.”
“If it happens, it happens.” When the fuck did you become a freaking parakeet?
“You got a problem with that, Killa?”
“Nope.” Of course I popped the p. What the hell was going on with me?
Silence surrounded us for a minute as we made our plates.
We ended up eating on the patio, as it was a nice day in Briar, so it had to be a good evening, right?
A nice dry breeze and a sure indication that at some point rain would hit the city.
After our impromptu heavy conversation, that was, of course, the perfect place to settle.
Between a breeze and a storm that hadn’t happened yet.
Just like several other times, we both sat on the same one side of the bench.
We talked while we ate. Iso was naturally quiet, but in a way I made him talk, constantly asking questions that required insight into his thought pattern.
He was sexy when he was quiet, and even sexier when he spoke, that deep rasp inviting dark thoughts. Shit.
We were finished eating before the first drop of rain slapped the table, but neither of us stood to leave, too engulfed by each other’s presence.
This was crazy, borderline maddening, because I didn’t understand how we were able to communicate so vividly through eye contact.
We did though, because the next couple words from his lips sent fire down my spine.
“Come here.” His tone was heavy and commanding.
I didn’t ask why nor did I speak. I was on my feet in front of him within seconds.
His eyes traveled the length of my stature as he pulled me closer by my pants. When I was closer, he didn’t let them go, but instead unfastened them and helped them off my waist. They dropped to the patio floor immediately, pooling around my feet.
I stood there in my underwear, watching him pull his T-shirt off and lay it flat on the table. Then he picked me up like I was a feather and set me on the shirt, pushing my chest back so I was lying on my elbows, legs wide open.
He pushed my underwear to the side, kissing up my thighs.
“You gonna watch me eat this motherfucker or not?” he asked, staring at me with eyes that differed from his normal sad seriousness.
“Are you asking me or tel—” I started, but he pressed against my center with his index and middle finger.
I sucked in a sharp gulp of air, caught off guard by his touch.
He reached up, one of his hands gripping my breast under my shirt. He then flattened his tongue and leaned forward, attempting to swallow my center whole.
I scooted up and he stopped. Those piercing eyes were on me immediately.
“Stop running before you fuck around and get a splinter in your ass.” He let my breast go, getting a firm grip on my thighs before lowering his head back between my legs.
Shit, how could I not?
Another lick and I was ready to scoot up again, splintered ass and all. He was torturing me with pure fucking ecstasy, no drug necessary.
Heat emitted from my body as I bucked against his face, feeling my orgasm build. He must’ve known it as well because he licked faster, sucking my pearl with rhythm.
Then it happened, out of nowhere, water fell from the sky.
He didn’t stop, but continued nibbling at my flesh, even in the middle of a storm, and I didn’t stop him. In fact, I came harder than I had ever cum in my life at that moment.