Chapter 29 Skye
SKYE
I’d been pacing the condo for the last thirty minutes, trying to act like I wasn’t waiting on Ocean. But I was.
I’d cleaned, lit candles, and sprayed perfume on my sheets.
The red lace set I had on was soft, thin, and dangerous. The kind of thing you wore when you planned to make somebody forget how to breathe.
By the time I heard the lock click, my stomach flipped. I didn’t even give myself time to think. I just turned toward the door.
He stepped inside, black duffel bag in one hand, his eyes locking on me instantly. The look he gave me made my knees weak.
“Damn,” he whispered.
That one word was all it took. My whole body went warm.
“Hi,” I said, trying to play it cool.
He dropped the bag right by the door, shut it behind him, and walked straight toward me. “You trying to kill me or what?”
I laughed, a little nervous, but that didn’t stop me from stepping closer. “You said you were coming home. I just made sure I gave you something to come home to.”
Before I could blink, he had me against the wall, his mouth on mine like he’d been starving for days. His kiss was hard, deep, the kind that erased everything but the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.
I tugged at his shirt, pulling it up over his head. His skin was warm under my palms, muscles flexing as he grabbed my waist.
“I missed you,” he whispered against my neck.
I tilted my head back. “Show me.”
The way his eyes changed when I said it…
It wasn’t soft anymore. It wasn’t teasing. It was that deep, dark look Ocean got when something inside him locked in. Like he’d been holding himself back for too long and I just gave him permission to stop.
He ripped off every article of clothing that covered me, and when it was my turn, I did the same to him.
As soon as his dick sprung free, I thought I was going to cum instantly.
“Fuck,” I whined, my bottom lip slipping between my teeth.
He yanked me toward him. “Enough staring at it...I need you to feel it.” His hand slid around the back of my thigh, lifting me clean off my feet and pressing me against the wall so fast my breath hitched. “You know I’ve been thinking about this shit all day, right?”
But he didn’t wait for me to answer. His mouth came down on mine hard. The kiss wasn’t sweet. It was hungry. Like he needed to taste me, feel me, remind himself I was right here.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders automatically, my fingers gripping tight as his body pressed into mine.
I felt him.
Felt exactly how much he wanted me.
A shaky breath slipped out of me, and his hand tightened on my hip immediately, like that sound did something to him.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he whispered.
His mouth moved down my neck, slow at first, then deeper, his teeth grazing just enough to make my back arch against the wall. Every place his mouth touched left heat behind, spreading through me until my body felt too sensitive for my own skin.
He lowered me just enough so my feet brushed the floor, but he didn’t let me go. One arm stayed wrapped around my waist while the other slid down my thigh, pushing it up around his hip.
I was trapped between him and the wall.
Exactly where he wanted me.
Exactly where I wanted to be.
His mouth traveled lower as he slowly sank down in front of me, his eyes flicking up to mine before his mouth followed the path his hands had already started.
The first slow stroke of his tongue pulled a sharp inhale straight from my chest.
I grabbed his shoulders instinctively, my fingers tightening as he settled between my thighs like he had all the time in the world.
And he moved like he did.
Unrushed.
Focused.
Every slow, careful movement of his mouth made my breathing grow uneven, my body reacting before I could even think. My back pressed harder into the wall, my head tipping back as warmth spread through me in waves.
“Look at you,” he whispered softly, voice deep and satisfied, like he loved watching me come apart.
The sound of his voice alone made my stomach tighten.
Then he went back to it.
Steady.
Intentional.
Like he was learning every reaction my body gave him and using it on purpose.
A broken sound slipped from my lips, and his hands tightened on my thighs, holding me right there as he deepened the rhythm, refusing to let me escape the sensation.
By the time he stood back up, his breathing was heavier, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.
“Been needing this,” he whispered.
Before I could respond, he lifted me again, pressing me back against the wall, his mouth crashing into mine as he positioned himself between my thighs.
The moment he pushed into me, my breath caught hard in my throat.
I felt him fill me completely.
Overwhelming in the best way.
He stilled for half a second, his forehead pressing against mine, his hand tightening on my hip like he needed to ground himself.
Or maybe ground me.
Then he started moving.
Slow at first, deep and controlled, each thrust pulling a soft gasp from my lips as my body adjusted to him. My arms wrapped tighter around his shoulders, my fingers gripping into his skin as he kept that steady pace, like he wanted me to feel every inch of him.
“Stay right here,” he mumbled against my mouth, voice strained.
Like he meant it in more ways than one.
My body responded instinctively, lifting to meet him, matching his rhythm without thinking.
That did something to him.
His hands tightened against my flesh, his movements growing stronger, deeper, more demanding.
The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, the wall at my back steadying me as he held me there, moving with a pace that made it impossible to focus on anything but him.
Only him.
Only the way he felt.
Only the way he held me like he wasn’t letting me go anywhere.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as the tension built inside me, tighter and tighter with every steady movement until it finally snapped, a breathless cry escaping before I could stop it.
The sound seemed to push him over the edge too.
His body went stiff against mine, his arms wrapping tight around me, pressing me into his chest as his breathing turned rough against my neck.
For a long moment, he didn’t move.
He just held me there.
Slowly, his hand slid up my back, like he needed to remind himself I was still present.
At some point, he lifted me again. My body felt loose, heavy, completely spent as I melted into him, cheek resting against his shoulder while he carried me across the living room.
The couch dipped under us a second later, but he didn’t put me beside him. He kept me close, settling back while I ended up stretched over his chest, skin still warm, breathing uneven as I tried to come back down.
I let out a slow sigh, eyes drifting closed, my head resting right over his heartbeat.
His arm wrapped around my waist, while his other hand moved up my back in slow strokes, fingers slipping gently into my hair.
“You good?” he asked.
His voice vibrated softly beneath my cheek.
I nodded against him, barely lifting my head. “Mmhmm. Better than good.”
His arm tightened just a little, like that answer mattered more than he’d ever admit.
And he didn’t move after that.
It took us a while to climb off of each other, but we finally managed to get ourselves together and head over to Ol’s School’s.
Ocean had told me plenty about him and everything he’d gone through.
I wasn’t nervous exactly, but I didn’t want to make a bad impression either.
“Are you sure he knows I’m coming with you?” I asked, glancing out the window as we pulled into a quiet street lined with old brick houses.
“Yes, he does,” Ocean said. “Relax, Ol’ School loves meeting beautiful women, and he doesn’t bite. Well, unless you disrespect him, then it’s a wrap.”
I laughed. “I’ll try to stay on his good side then.”
We parked, and as soon as we stepped out, the puppy I’d picked raced toward us, tail wagging like we’d never been apart.
“Hey, hey,” I said, crouching down. “What’s up, little guy?”
He sniffed me, then licked my ankle.
Ol’ School came to the porch, wearing a navy sweatsuit and a grin. “Took you long enough to get here. I could’ve taken three naps by now.”
Ocean smiled, walking up to him. “My bad, old man. I had some business to handle.”
Ol’ School’s eyes flicked to me, a cool smirk resting on his face. “I bet you did. Anyway, who’s this beautiful young lady?”
Before Ocean could say anything, I stepped forward, smiling. “I’m Skye.”
“Skye,” he repeated with a nod, shaking my hand. “Pretty name. So, you’re this so-called friend, he’s been—”
I cut in quick, not wanting him to elaborate a second further. “Yep. That’s me. Just his friend.”
“Mmhmm.” The look Ol’ School gave us said he wasn’t buying it, but he didn’t push.
He led us inside, where the place smelled like coffee, dog treats, and some old-school cologne.
I sat on the couch.
“So, Skye,” Ol’ School said, settling into his recliner. “What do you do for a living?”
I grinned. “I dance. Professionally.”
“Oh yeah?” His eyes lit up. “You one of them fancy ballet girls?”
“Not quite,” I said, laughing. “I do music videos, tours, and live shows for hip-hop and R&B artists. I’ve been dancing since I was little.”
“Lord, that sounds like fun,” he said. “Back in my day, the only dancing we did was at the juke joint.”
That made me laugh harder. “I can’t imagine you sitting still when the music came on.”
“You damn right,” he said, chuckling. “I had moves, now don’t let the cane fool you.”
Ocean’s phone buzzed, and he frowned, standing up. “I gotta take this real quick. I’ll be right back.”
“Go ahead,” Ol’ School said. “She’s in good company.”
When the door closed, I turned back to the old man.
“My little Trouble really likes you,” he said, referring to his puppy as he scratched behind his ear.
“Yeah, he’s got good taste,” I said, smiling.
“That he does.”
We talked for a while about life, work, and Ol’ School’s days in the military.
He told me about the neighborhood, and the old days when his wife was still living.
He also mentioned his son, which sounded like it came from a painful place, so I didn’t linger on that subject too long.
I tried to get back on the subject of his wife since that seemed to be a more pleasant topic.
“She used to dance too,” he said softly. “Not on a stage, but around the house. Whenever music came on, she just couldn’t help herself.”
“That’s love,” I said, smiling gently.
“It is,” he said, eyes sparkling.
Before I could say anything else, Ocean came back in, sliding his phone into his pocket. “Everything good?”
“Yeah,” I said. “We were just talking about his wife.”
Ocean nodded, glancing at his phone. “Listen, I need to run over to the club real quick. It won’t take long. Are you cool staying here for a bit?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Ol’ School grinned. “Of course she’s fine. She probably likes me more than she likes you anyway.”
“He might be right,” I said, teasing.
“Wow, that’s cold.” Ocean chuckled as he leaned down and kissed me. “I won’t be long.”
“Take your time,” I replied, smiling.
He left, and I turned my attention back to Ol’ School, Trouble now curled up on my leg.
Despite his sudden departure, I didn’t feel uneasy.
There was no worry. No anxiety. Just…peace.
And that’s how I knew...whatever this thing between me and Ocean was, it was real. Maybe a little messy, maybe complicated. But real.
And for me, that was everything.