Chapter 8
Eight
This disdain on her face, in conjunction with the pain in her eyes, as she faced me was still fresh in my mind. Yes? She’d asked, waiting for more than I could give her at the time. Brisk, at that moment, was obviously ready for any amount of instructions that came from my lips pertaining to the duration of her night, but I gave none. I simply asked a question that pained her to release the answer for, which left me even more fucked up than I had been since the last day that I’d seen her face.
I tossed back the third shot of Hennesey and stood to my feet. “Ahhh,” the intensity of the brown liquid caused me to grunt.
Digging into the pocket of my jeans, I removed a hundred dollar bill from the clip that held my cash in place, then slid it on the counter underneath the glass. What had started as an alright night quickly went south after seeing Brisk. If I’d followed my first mind and gone back to the loft, I wouldn’t have been down at the hole-in-the-wall bar tossing back shots that I could’ve taken at home.
She’d led me right to her. The feeling brewing in my gut on my drive home wouldn’t let me rest and insisted that I stop by for a late-night visit at Trinity’s. I passed my exit and continued toward Edgewood, where I found her. Right in the driveway, hunched over in her groovy ass van while simultaneously making my dick stand. The minute I saw her, I knew why my instincts had led me there. It had been a hell of a week not seeing her or at least trying to get to know her. But, I had concerns and her readiness was one.
Though I was a fresh twenty-eight, birthday barely being three months prior, the difference was a source of sourness. Bitterness. Brisk wasn’t even old enough to drink. But, she possessed the power to bring my ass to my knees if that’s where she wanted me. The thoughts and feelings that she brought out of me, not even the cougars I fucked were able. To make matters worse, I’d only seen her clothed. I was dead fucking meat and if I could prolong the death of me for another few days, then I sure as hell would.
The shots I’d taken in addition to the lows of my night haunted me as I prepared to exit the bar. Still, beside my seat, I waddled in the sadness of spending another night alone. Though Brisk had been with me mentally since our departure all those days ago, it was physically that I craved her the most. Not sexually , but her body pressed against mine as we made light conversation on the way to sleep. And, there when my eyes open and the sun peeled back its, layers on the rise.
“Going somewhere?” the familiar voice caused me to turn in the opposite direction in search of the face it belonged to.
“Home,” I responded once my eyes were on her.
“Can I come?” she pouted.
After the shit she’d pulled at the airport, I had every intention to deny the request. However, the lingering thoughts of Brisk - or her absence and my need for patience rather - had me in a fucking frenzy. Since she couldn’t be home with me, I’d take the next best thing.
“That depends, Cash,” I warned.
“On what?” she questioned, posting a hand on her hip.
It poked out without effort. She had the type of ass that you could see from the front. Though she was built to perfection naturally, she’d had enhancements. I was against the changes, but she loved them. They suited her and the lifestyle she led, but she was just fine without them.
“Where your head is. As far as I’m concerned, this one is for the road. Nothing more, nothing less,” I broke it down to her.
“For the road?” she hissed, “Since when?”
“Since seven nights ago,” I informed her, “No feelings. No strings. If you can’t handle that then I’m not sticking my dick inside of you.”
“It’s me you’re talking to, Bello. I just hope you can handle it.” Sarcastically, she replied with a wink.
Darkness shaded the uneasiness I felt as Cash and I stepped into my place. She’d followed me from the bar after I’d made it abundantly clear that I wasn’t bringing her back to get it in the morning. Her heels knocked against the floor, announcing our presence before we entered any section of the loft.
She was the epitome of sexy, undoubtedly. Cash possessed an overwhelming amount of pride that only a woman fully confident in herself could. And for the longest, that simple trait had drawn me to her time after time. Her nose and chest pierced the air of any dwelling she occupied - mine included.
We wasted no time unclothing. I was much quicker than her, utilizing the extra minute to stroke my dick as she rid herself of the extras that consumed her skin. Blemish free. Ass, titties, and the stomach. Perfect everything. She was flawless. But, she isn’t Brisk , a little voice in my head yelled. I silenced it with my own words.
“All fours,” I coached.
“But, I want to suck it,” Cash opposed.
“I said all fours,” I reiterated. Unraveling the condom wraps, two at once.
She knew and so did I that she wasn’t running shit in my bed and nowhere else. Whatever the fuck I said was final. That’s why she couldn’t let go of me. It was the sole reason she wouldn’t even after all these years. She walked the rest of the niggas she encountered like dogs, but for me she submitted. She had no other choice.
“Belloooooooooo,” she started to protest, again, but was silenced into submission with my hammer as I tried knocking the bottom out of her pussy on the first stroke. That’s what she craved. Rough, hard sex.
I’d doubled the condoms on my rod, refusing to allow the tiniest possibility of her pussy touching my skin come to fruition. I was off limits and after the first stroke, I knew I was out of line. Fuck, I chastised.
The third and fourth strokes proved difficult as my dick softened by the second. By stroke five, it was impossible to continue, forcing me to pull out.
Plop.
The sound her pussy made when I exited it was glorious. Cash was drenched. Pussy dripping and desperate for a pounding that I simply couldn’t supply. Biting the inner corner of my mouth, I had to admit that maybe she was onto something back at the bar.
I can’t handle it . Cash was correct.
“What’s the matter with daddy?” She referred to my dick, turning around and falling to her knees, “Let me kiss him and I bet he perks right up.” She offered. Gently, I pushed her backward, but she still managed to fall on her ass.
“I’m good, Cash. Get up,” I instructed, extending my arm to help her from the floor. “Wash yourself up and you can take the bed.”
She was intoxicated. That, I knew as much and didn’t want her endangering her life trying to make it home. She’d swerved the entire drive back to my place. I’d imagined she was busy texting on her phone, but she assured me it wasn’t the case on the way up. Without a doubt, I knew I wasn’t letting her out of my sight until she sobered up.
“What?” She shrieked, confused.
“I’m just not feeling it, Cash.”
“What did I do that was so terrible that you can’t even keep your dick hard long enough to fuck me all of a sudden?” She asked, much calmer than she had at the airport. This Cash, I could handle.
“This,” I pointed to my limp dick, “has nothing to do with you, so don’t sweat it.”
After a moment of silence, she continued, “Who is she, Bello?”
“Nobody you know,” I confessed, helping Cash up from the floor.
She said nothing more, instead following me to the bathroom so that I could give her a towel to clean herself with. Once she returned to the bed, I headed for the bathroom. I needed a fucking shower to empty my balls and clear my head.
When I returned, Cash was fast asleep under the sheets. I headed for the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and then made my way out onto the balcony. My thoughts were spiraling as I took a seat and unlocked my cell. I dialed one of the only numbers in my contact list. Something within me knew that she was awake, too.
“Bello,” Trinity answered, concern lacing her tone.
“I’m good, Trinity,” I chuckled.
“Oh, good,” she sighed with relief.
She was the closest thing I had to a mother and she took her job seriously. She worried much more than she had to, but I got it. It was just something that women did, especially when it came to the people they loved.
“What are you doing up this late?” I uncapped the water in my hand and sipped it.
“Melonie’s friend, the one with the birthday coming up, wants a hotel room for this weekend and I’m having trouble securing one. Everything is booked and she specifically requested Huffington Hills. You called at the perfect time because I was wondering if you had any connections to get her booked for the weekend?”
My heart swelled at the mention of Brisk. Though her name wasn’t mentioned, I knew that she was the topic of discussion. It would be hell getting a spot in the Hills so soon. Everything was booked for months in advance. Luckily, I had a solution.
“She can have the loft for the weekend,” I suggested.
“Your loft?” Trinity asked, as stunned as I was but at this point, there wasn’t too much I wouldn’t consider for the girl I barely knew.
“Yeah. I have plans this weekend and don’t mind lending the keys as a favor.”
It wasn’t a favor. Helping make Brisk birthday meaningful was a priority and this was simply my way of contributing. Even from a distance, I wanted to be involved.
“Oh, wow. This is the best news I’ve heard all day. Melonie is going to flip. She’s been so worried we couldn’t pull this off,” Trinity celebrated.
“Tell Melonie, uncle Bello to the rescue,” I chuckled before having another sip.
“Now that we’ve gotten my issue resolved, what’s yours?”
Silence followed as I wondered how I’d say the next few words. Trinity waited in silence, too, but I could still hear the even breaths she took on the other end of the line. She was mother in so many ways, which made it incredibly difficult to spit out anything pertaining to Brisk. But, I had to.
“I met a girl,” I admitted, leaving out a few details that she’d possibly wanted to know. But, still.
“And…” She encouraged me to continue.
“We’re not dating or no shit like that but I met her. And, I like her. Like, Trin… I’m talking some shit beyond my comprehension.”
“And…” She kept me talking.
“And, there’s another woman in my bed right now. I tried having relations…”
“You tried having sex with her. Talk to me like a human, Bello. I’m not your mother and I’ve told you that a million times,” she fussed.
“Then why does it feel like it and why are you fussing at me?”
“Continue, please. And, talk to me like you sister and friend, the roles I take pride in most.”
“I went soft. As soon as I slid in her, Trin. That has never happened to me. To make matters worse, I doubled up on condoms. The thought of her touching the skin of my mans was repulsive. Thing is, I’ve been involved with this girl on and off for years. Sometimes - maybe once or twice - even running in her without a glove.”
“Oh wow,” she stressed.
“Now, guilt is killing me. I feel like I’ve fucked off on a girl who I don’t even know.”
“Your heart knows her,” Trinity revealed, “And, that’s why you feel like you’ve betrayed her. Honestly, Bello, you have. If you know just how you feel about her, then you’ve got to stick it out until you do know her and vice versa.”
“I’m almost positive she isn’t involving herself with anyone,” I admitted, “which is fucking me up, too.”
“I get it. Trust me. My advice to steer clear of temptation - not that it works anyway - and follow your heart. It seems to be leading you in the right direction. And, hopefully, you can finally settle and bring someone to the family functions. You’re getting old, kid,” she joked.
“The lies you tell.”
“Maybe it’s me, huh?” She yawned.
“It’s definitely you. I’m going to let you go. You sound like you could use some rest.”
“Ok. It was good talking to you.”
“Same.”
“I love you, Bello, and I’m glad you’re home.”
“I love you, too, Trinity. It feels good to be back.”
With that we ended the call. Seven more days . I accessed my email box immediately and shot a message to my interior designer. I needed new everything before Brisk stepped foot into my spot. I didn’t give a damn how much I loved what she’d done to the place. I’d love the next layout, too. Another woman’s presence had tainted the entire place. I needed a do-over.