Chapter 8
Not one, not two, but three weeks crawled by before Khiya’s and my schedules lined up. I was currently on my way to Gurnee to see the woman who’d been the center of my thoughts for damn near a month.
We’d spent a lot of time on FaceTime, sometimes talking, and sometimes staring at each other, and the number of text messages between us in less than a month would probably break some records. There was no doubt about it . . . I missed her and couldn’t wait to be in her presence again.
The thought of inhaling her sweet scent, touching her smooth skin, and kissing her soft lips had my dick semi-hard for damn near the entire ride.
I needed to calm down because we had dinner plans, and it would be a few hours before I could refamiliarize myself with her body, not that I needed to because it was ingrained in my memory.
When I arrived, I found her building number and parked in the visitor parking as she instructed. I grabbed the flowers I’d purchased for her, as well as the small gift bag, before getting out of my truck.
After ensuring my vehicle was secure, I headed toward the building.
I pressed the button with her apartment number and waited for her beautiful voice to come over the speaker.
Once she confirmed it was me, she buzzed me inside, and I made my way to the second floor, where she was waiting outside her apartment door.
She looked at least ten years younger than her actual age, with the top half of her hair pulled into a bun, and the back half down, resting at the nape of her neck. She wore a long-sleeved black T-shirt with a picture of Michael Jordan dunking on the front, black jeans, and black socks.
“You’re beautiful as hell, baby,” I complimented with a broad smile because I was so damn happy to see her in the flesh.
“Thank you. You’re looking pretty handsome yourself.”
I wanted to pull her into my arms, but my hands were full, so I followed her inside. She took the bouquet of purple roses mixed with jasmine that I’d gotten from a flower shop not too far from my condo, put them to her nose, and inhaled.
“These are beautiful and smell so good, Sylas. Thank you. Let me get a vase and—”
“That can wait.”
“What are you doing?” she asked as I removed the flowers from her hands.
I put them on the table near the door, along with the small gift bag, then wrapped her in my arms and buried my nose in her neck. I inhaled deeply, relishing her scent.
“Damn, I missed you,” I mumbled, my lips brushing against her skin.
“I missed you, too.”
At least a minute passed before I put some space between us, and my lips found their way to hers. I damn near groaned on contact. After weeks of staring at her beautiful face on FaceTime and not being able to do exactly what I was doing, it felt as if I’d won the lottery.
I squeezed her ass cheeks, pressing her body against mine. It felt good to be close to her again, and the thought of leaving her presence when the time came already annoyed the fuck out of me. I’d never longed to be around a woman until I left Khiya in that hotel room in Denver.
I had no idea how long we kissed like two teenagers in heat, but if we didn’t pump the brakes, we’d never leave her apartment. I begrudgingly pulled away, leaving us both breathless.
“Are you sure you don’t want to order in?” I asked.
She smiled. “I’m positive. What’s in the bag?”
I grabbed the bag from the table and gave it to her. She pulled out the small box and slowly opened it, gasping when she saw what was inside.
“Sylas, what are these for?”
Her expression was one of confusion as she looked back and forth between me and the two-carat diamond solitaire stud earrings.
“I didn’t get you anything for Valentine’s Day, and last week, you were complaining about not having any small earrings to wear on your flights.”
Sable Airlines, like most airlines, had strict dress code rules that included the kind and size of the jewelry the flight attendants wore. Khiya preferred wearing larger earrings because the bob-style she wore her hair most of the time covered her ears.
“Valentine’s Day? We’d just met. You didn’t have to get me a gift.”
“I know.”
“You’re a sweetheart, but these are too much. I can’t—”
“If you’re about to say you can’t accept them, you can and you will. It’s not up for negotiation.”
“But if you bought them for me to wear to work, they’ll still be covered by my hair.”
“I know, but their diamonds, so do you really care?”
She looked at the earrings again, this time with a big smile.
“You have a point. I love them. Thank you so much, baby.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and stood on her toes to kiss my lips. My hands went back to her ass for a quick squeeze before she stepped back.
“You’re welcome. You gon’ give me a tour of your apartment?”
She giggled. “I assure you, there’s not much to see, but come on.”
She took my hand before pointing out the spacious living room to the right of us, and the large kitchen to the left. We walked down a short hallway and stopped at what she said was a guest room, but it definitely looked more like a place to display her sneaker collection.
“You didn’t tell me you were a sneakerhead,” I teased.
“Because I’m not for real. I’ve only been into sneakers for about a year, so this is a very new addiction.”
“You’ve done well in such a short time.”
“Thank you. It’s been a few months since I’ve added to my collection due to a lack of disposable income. I’m not addicted enough to dip into my savings, although I was tempted a few times.”
“You’re a smart woman.”
The next room was the primary bedroom, which had a bathroom inside. She had a queen-sized bed, a chaise in the corner, along with the rest of the basic bedroom furniture, and the room didn’t feel crowded.
Her décor was very much her. She used a lot of neutral tones with pops of color like red, yellow, and green, depending on the room. Khiya was somewhere between a girly-girl and a tomboy, and her apartment reflected that with soft yet edgy décor.
“It’s nice.”
“Thank you. I like it. I was thinking about buying a house but had to put that on the back burner for a while.”
“That’s understandable. The housing market is kinda wild right now.”
“I know. Mena has been looking, and she complains about it all the time. I hate paying rent, but it is what it is right now. If I hadn’t gotten the job at Sable, I was prepared to move back in with my parents at my big old age.”
“Hey, a lot of people are doing it, and if you have parents who are willing to let you do it, I don’t see nothing wrong with that.”
“Me either, but thankfully, I don’t have to do that. Are you ready to eat?”
As soon as she spoke the word ‘eat’, my mind went straight to the gutter. I licked my lips at the thought of devouring her pussy.
“I’m always ready to eat your pussy, baby.”
She playfully pushed away from me, but I stopped her by wrapping her in my arms.
“You’re nasty.”
“I’ve been called worse. Let’s head out because I got plans for you when we get back.”
“Wait! Let me put on my new earrings.”
I leaned against the door and watched with pride as she excitedly donned the gift I’d gotten for her. Once she slipped on her Chicago Lost and Found Jordans, we headed out.
A few minutes later, we were in my truck and headed to a place called Eleven19 Kitchen & Cocktails. From the research I’d done after she told me the name of the restaurant, it was a soul food spot with good reviews.
We made small talk while R&B played softly in the background.
She pointed out different places and talked about how much things had changed since she was a child.
I thought it was funny that we started in Gurnee, drove through Waukegan, and ended up in North Chicago, but Waukegan was across the street.
“It takes more than twenty minutes to drive through the southside of Chicago, and we drove through three cities that damn quick. That’s crazy.”
“Are you making fun of where I was born and raised?”
“Nah, baby, just making an observation.”
“Well, Tenth Street actually runs through Waukegan and North Chicago, and niggas don’t play over here just like they don’t play in Chicago. Don’t be talking too loud and crazy about my city,” she warned.
All I could do was laugh because she was serious about her city. I parked and walked around to the passenger side to help her out. We held hands until we reached the building, where I opened the door and let her enter first.
The restaurant was small but welcoming, and the food smelled good as fuck. My stomach growled as we were seated and given menus. While I read through the food options, my mouth watered.
“Damn. I didn’t know y’all did it like this in Wisconsin,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes. “You gon’ stop coming for me and where I’m from. Do you know what you want?”
“Catfish and ribs, with greens, yams, and mac.”
“Well, it’s Thursday, so I’m about to get one of these alfredo specials, but I want some yams and mac on the side. Is that greedy?”
“It is greedy, but I won’t judge you.”
“Forget you. I’m getting it.”
We placed our orders, and while waiting for our food, we talked and enjoyed the music. The atmosphere reminded me a lot of restaurants in the city, with a variety of people from all walks of life coming in to dine or pick up their food.
From one minute to the next, it could be a nigga with his pants sagging to his knees, a woman in heels and a business suit, and everything in between. I definitely felt at home.
“I forgot to tell you the wait would be long, but the food is worth it,” Khiya said.
I nodded. “That sounds about right. I know how we do. At least we got our drinks.”
We laughed just as a woman approached our table.
“Khiya, is that you?” the woman asked.
Khiya looked up at the woman, and her expression wasn’t welcoming.
“Hey, Harmeesha.”
“That was dry, but anyways. I thought that was you when I came in. How you been?”
“Good.”
“For real? I heard you got fired from the dealership and they hired the owner’s daughter to replace you.”
“Oh yeah. Is that what you heard?”
“It’s not true?”
“It’s whatever you want to believe, Harmeesha.”
Harmeesha smacked her lips. “Is this your new man? He fine as fuck, and I know he can’t be from around here. What’s your name?”
“His name ain’t important. We’re trying to enjoy dinner, though. It was good to see you.”
“Y’all don’t even have your food yet. Khiya used to date my brother. At one point, I thought they would get married, but my brother wanted to keep his options open,” she explained to me as if I gave a damn.
“Can you give us some privacy, please? I’m trying to have a conversation with my lady.”
Harmeesha pulled her head back as if she were offended.
“My bad. Khiya, I’ll tell Harlan you said hi.”
“But I didn’t.”
Harmeesha shrugged. “I’ll tell him anyway. It was nice meeting you, I guess.”
Khiya shook her head as Harmeesha walked away. I could tell the whole interaction annoyed her, but hopefully, it wouldn’t ruin the rest of our night.
“Her parents really named her Harmeesha?” I questioned, trying to lighten the mood.
We shared a good laugh at Harmeesha’s expense.
“I haven’t seen her anywhere since me and her brother broke up, so seeing her while I’m out with you is extra wild.”
“Maybe your ex needs to know you’ve moved on, and who better to tell him than his sister, . . . Harmeesha.”
We laughed again and were trying to contain ourselves when our food finally arrived, along with drink refills. I blessed our meal, and we immediately dug in. From the first bite, I knew it was worth every minute we waited and the interaction with Harmeesha.
“Baby, this shit right here is good as fuck,” I said.
“I told you it would be worth the wait.”
When we got back to her apartment, we began removing our clothes as soon as we hit the door.
By the time we made it to the bathroom in her bedroom, we were both naked.
She opened the glass door to the shower and turned it on.
While we waited for it to get warm, I lifted her onto the counter and covered her mouth with mine.
Her legs went around my waist, and she used the heel of her feet to bring me closer. My dick brushed against her stomach, as her breasts rubbed my chest. She moaned into my mouth, and it sounded so sexy my dick throbbed.
The bathroom filled with steam, and we parted long enough to step inside. I immediately picked her up and pinned her against the wall. Her legs returned to my waist, allowing my dick to align with her pussy.
I buried my face in her neck, kissing, licking, and sucking her soft skin. My mouth grazed her shoulder on the way to her breasts as I caressed them, lifting one to my mouth while pinching the other.
“Sy, give it to me,” she whined.
“You ready?”
Her response was to reach between us, grab my dick, and guide the head to her center. I slowly pressed my way until my full length was inside her. Simultaneously, we released a breath, as if we’d both been anticipating this moment.
“Whew, shit. I missed this,” she whispered.
“Don’t be alarmed if you snatch this nut quick. Feeling your raw pussy is lethal.”
I wrapped my arms around the top of her thighs and stroked her deep. I wanted her to feel every inch of me, from the head to the base, and the veins along the way.
“My God, Sy!”
“I feel that pussy pulsing around my dick. I hope your birth control works because I’m about to fill this pussy up.”
The stronger the contractions from her pussy became, the closer my nut got to the tip of my dick. She reached her peak, screaming my name, and I exploded, growling hers.
“I’m claiming you and this pussy.”
“As long as you know who this dick belongs to.”