Chapter 6 #2
My jaw tightened and I looked ahead to cool down what I wanted to say to him.
“But we can make all of that go away if you go to dinner with me.”
I turned and looked him up and down. I could’ve popped his bubble in the worst way possible, but I considered my sister and the fact that this man was at her dinner parties every damn week. “I’m seeing someone, so go ahead and write the ticket.”
He was stunned, completely taken aback by my response.
As a matter of fact, I was taken aback too because was I? Well yes, I was seeing someone unofficially, huh.
“Well how about I let you off with a warning and trust you’ll let me know when he fucks up.”
I faked a smile because that shit was so corny my stomach was doing freaking somersaults. When he finally walked away from my car, I pulled off, turning right into the parking garage.
Damn, was I actually seeing somebody?
The sheets beneath me were cool and a deep storm blue while his body hovered over mine, holding me in place.
I should have taken my ass home, one night where I slept in my own bed, but I hadn’t.
I was under him, both physically and mentally.
I was too comfortable and I knew it, but I couldn’t make the necessary steps to become uncomfortable. This wasn’t me.
“What you over there obsessing about?”
I blinked a few times, coming out of my thoughts and my eyes were on his as he dropped his body, becoming comfortable on top of me.
“You really wanna know?”
“You really wanna tell me?”
“I had contact with my boss.”
He lifted his head and looked me in my eyes, something in his I couldn’t quite place. “You going back?”
“Not in the same capacity.” I was holding on to each word I said, watching his reaction and gauging my own.
“Meaning?”
“More stillness. Here more than anywhere else. Probably won’t be on the ground as much. It would be more like oversight.”
“Does that bother you?”
“I don’t know. Lee and Sissy have been on my case about not disappearing. I’d like to say I’m not for them, but it’s more than that, right? More than for them.”
He lowered his head, his ear against my chest and hands gripping my sides. “You tell me, Killa.”
Who was I kidding? It was for more than them. More than me. Somewhere along the line it became for him too, even though I didn’t say it.
I just looked at him.
“Open up for me, Killa.”
I didn’t know which way until I felt his hands between my legs, pushing the seat of my underwear to the side.
“Shit,” I mumbled; the word damn near fumbling from my lips.
Then his lips were on mine. A couple pecks later he fed himself inside me, his long, thick appendage still had the ability to take my breath away.
“I don’t have shit to offer you, Liora, but I want you in every capacity I can have you.” He thrust into me so far I felt his words from the tip of his girth. “You say more stillness, I want that, but only if you want it.”
He pulled back then rocked into me again.
Another pause.
“Don’t give up shit for me. Go for everything you want ’cause I’ma be here.”
Between his words and the way he stroked me I couldn’t respond. My body was downright betraying me and my mind was empty.
“You hear me?” he asked, his face now against mine and his lips at my ear.
“Mhmmm,” I groaned, feeling like he was fucking my soul, damn my body.
“Tell me you hear me, Killa, and you like the way this dick feels inside you.” He cradled my head in his hands, lifting his head so I could see his eyes. They were so intense.
He wasn’t blinking; he was fucking my soul.
My eyes slammed shut as pleasure ripped through me. “Fuck.” I buried my teeth in my bottom lip.
“Look at me, Liora.”
His use of my name and not the one he’d made up for me made me look directly at him.
“Iso,” I whined, unable to maintain any type of eye contact when he rocked into me slowly and rough, making sure I felt everything he gave.
My eyes closed again, my orgasm preparing to wreck my entire being.
Intentional.
So fucking intentional.
“What did I tell you, Liora?” He lowered his lips onto my open mouth, swallowing my moans.
Fuck, he was talking. Everything in me was on edge while he thrust between my legs, pushing me to the end.
“I’m… shit…shit, I’m coming,” I whined into his mouth and he still didn’t slow up.
He pressed on. “Open your fucking eyes,” he growled and once again my eyes were open, doing the opposite of what I wanted, like this man ruled me.
Who was I kidding? Right now he ruled every fucking thing.
Every fucking thing.
“I can’t hold it,” I moaned, feeling pressure bursting inside me.
“Let that shit go then. I got you, Killa.”
Everything in me was ruled by him and he knew it.
I was good and asleep when I felt the heaviest slap on my thigh. My eyes popped open and I reached for my gun, but it wasn’t under my pillow. Shit, it was in the kitchen on the island.
I immediately locked eyes with Iso. Amusement danced in his while I was pretty sure mine just told him that had I been near my gun I would have shot him.
“What did you do that for? I moaned, snatching the covers and turning over to go back to sleep.
The covers were then snatched from my grip.
“Iso, stop,” I whined like a straight bitch. The way he’d worked my body until the wee hours of the morning had earned that response. I felt like we had literally just gone to sleep.
“Come take a ride with me.”
I sat up and mugged the shit out of him. No the hell he didn’t just wake me up to take a ride? And where the hell was this ride to? “We just went to sleep, Iso. I’m going back to sleep.”
“Nah, you ’boutta come with me.” His voice was demanding at first, then it softened with the next word from his lips. “Please.”
That threw me for a loop. “But I—”
“C’mon. I got you after.” He exited the room, leaving me alone to curse him in silence. I didn’t though. I surprised myself when I didn’t offer any extra lip but instead scooted to the end of the bed.
When he returned to the bedroom, he was carrying my duffle bag and his phone. “You got about fifteen minutes, Killa.” He dropped it on the bed and left me alone.
Not only was he making me get up to go with him, but he was also rushing me. This nigga.
It took me a minute for me to get up, but once I was up, I was moving. My first stop was to grab a pair of cargo pants from my bag and a fitted tee. I went to the washroom, took care of my hygiene, and prepared for whatever ride this would be.
I was dressed and seconds from re-braiding my hair when he walked into the bathroom, eyes scanning me before his finger trapped a few strands of my hair.
“Soft as fuck. You always keep it braided down like that?”
I nodded. “Easier to manage.”
“Don’t braid it. Leave it down.”
I looked at him through the mirror and his expression was serious mixed with something. “Why?”
“’Cause I like the way it crowns your face. You beautiful as fuck, even though you be around here tryna’ look all hard.”
I smiled and turned around, staring into his eyes. “I don’t.”
He hoisted me onto the bathroom counter then stepped between my legs, tugging at his hoodie I had conveniently thrown on. It smelled like him, the deep flannel musk mix had my body in a frenzy. “You do.”
My arms wrapped around his neck, eyes locked on his. Communication that made words optional.
“It’s okay, though ’cause I like it. All of it.
” He lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine.
What started as a quick peck turned heated, my hand at the buckle of his jeans and his tongue down my throat.
Then he pulled back, giving me one more look before pulling me off the counter. “Now bring your ass before we be late.”
About thirty minutes later we were in the car headed toward the city at four in the morning.
“You know I could have driven, right?”
He laughed immediately. “Nah, Killa. You drive like you wanna get pulled over.”
I laughed. “I actually did get pulled over yesterday. Too bad the nigga was more interested in asking me out than doing his actual job.”
He cut his eyes from the road to me. “What you tell him?” His deep voice demanded an answer.
“That I’m seeing somebody and I’m not interested,” I responded coolly, the words feeling foreign to my lips.
He nodded. “You’re doing more than seeing me, Killa.”
“And I know that too.” I grinned.
“Good.”
“And another thing. You have much more to offer than you think.” My hand landed on his, gripping his index and middle fingers in an intimate way. For the life of me, I didn’t know who I was becoming with this man. It both scared and intrigued me.
We pulled up to a small storefront. Instead of parking out front, he pulled into a vacant lot on the side. Without another word, he got out of the car, moving to my side.
“You trust me?” he asked after opening the door.
I nodded. “Should I not?”
He laughed. “You already nodded. Can’t take it back. It don’t work like that.”
“Clearly.” I put my hand in his and got out of the car.
A few seconds later he was using a key to get into the side door of what I now recognized as a barbershop.
I wondered what the hell we were doing here but didn’t ask. I took a seat and watched him move around the dark space before speaking.