Chapter 19 Farrah
I didn’t recognize the house. I twisted and turned, my eyes darting around me, looking for anything familiar.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened and my gaze flew there, unable to make out the tall figure that hovered in the doorway, no doubt observing me.
And then it moved closer and closer until I recognized him. All the air seemed to leave my body.
“Hey, pretty girl.”
I flinched as Trell’s cold finger trailed down my cheek. It didn’t offend him. Instead, he smiled, his perfect white teeth a beautiful contrast against his brown skin.
“Don’t,” I pleaded.
“Why? Mekhi wouldn’t like it?’
His voice taunted me. I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I kept quiet. He stepped closer to me, and I sucked in a deep breath, inhaling his expensive cologne before trying to exhale my fear. Trell was undeniably handsome, undeniably fine… and undeniably terrifying.
“Wh-why are you doing this?”
Just as he had in the store, he had me boxed in, one tatted hand on each side of my face, keeping me from making an escape. He leaned down, close enough to kiss me. I bit down on my bottom lip, wondering if he was going to do it.
“You know why I’m doing this, Farrah,” he whispered.
I could feel his warm breath on my lips. My racing heart was about to explode in my chest. I was shaking so hard that I knew that he could see it. I was scared… and mesmerized.
“Tell that nigga I’m still waiting on him to find me. Tell him if he doesn’t, I’m gon’ come see you again. But next time, I’m gon’ take you, Farrah. And there’s nothing he can do to stop me.”
He brushed his lips against mine and—
I sat up in bed, suddenly, the dream still on the edges of my mind. Just as it had in my dream, my heart was pounding. I could feel the sweat cooling on my body.
“It was just a dream, Farrah. A dream,” I whispered to myself, but I didn’t feel any calmer.
Covering my face with my hands, I took several deep breaths, trying to get myself under control.
I couldn’t stop shaking, though, not even when I lay back down and pulled the covers over my chilled body.
I was terrified and I didn’t want to be alone.
Unfortunately, there was only one other person in this house, and he didn’t exactly comfort me.
I tossed and turned, trying to ease my mind and get comfortable but it did no good.
Trell had proven, twice, that he could get close to me.
What if he were outside right now? What if he could get in?
Would I have time to scream? Would Mekhi make the effort to save me?
My mind swirled with worrisome thoughts.
There wouldn’t be any more sleep for me tonight, unless…
I sat up again, my mind made up. Swinging my legs out of bed, I searched around for my furry slippers with my toes.
I found the crazy things and shoved my feet into them before standing up.
Crossing the room, I opened the door and walked out into the hallway.
Slowly I made my way to the door of Mekhi’s room.
Should I knock? What if he doesn’t answer? What if he does answer and tells me to go away? I wasn’t risking that. I counted to twenty before I twisted the knob. It was unlocked and I pushed it open. He sat up immediately and I held back a scream as he pointed a gun at me. My hands flew up.
“Mekhi! It’s me!”
“Farrah, what the fuck are you doing?” he snapped, anger in his voice.
For a minute, I didn’t think he was going to put the gun down. I stood there, waiting and shivering. Finally, he started to lower his arm. I sighed my relief. I could feel his eyes on me, although I couldn’t make out his features.
“Why didn’t you knock?”
I shrugged. “I-I’m sorry.”
He rubbed a hand over his head and sighed. “Why you in here, Farrah?”
Slowly, I walked toward his bed until I stood beside it. The closer I got, the clearer he came into view. By the time I reached him, I could see the aggravation on his face. Suddenly, I was embarrassed. I was overreacting. It was all a nightmare, but I was behaving like the shit was real. Still…
“I… I had a bad dream,” I admitted. “About Trell.”
His face softened a little bit. “I told you I got you. You ain’t gotta worry about that nigga.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I hugged myself. “I know, but…”
“But what? You said you were gon’ trust me.”
“I do!”
“So, why you in here?” he pressed.
“Mekhi!”
“Farrah. Answer my question.”
“I don’t know,” I mumbled.
“What?”
“I don’t know!”
He rubbed his head again. “Go back to bed, shorty.”
“Can I stay?”
We spoke at the same time. My question surprised both of us.
I felt my eyes widen as he looked up at me.
The room was completely quiet, both of us waiting for something.
He was silent for so long that I took a step back, humiliated by his rejection.
Just as I was about to turn around and flee, he pulled the dark blue covers back and slid over.
My eyes tangled with his again, trying to make sure I understood.
He still didn’t say anything, just waited.
Hesitantly, I climbed in beside him. He lay on his back, and I did the same, making sure not to touch him.
But I could feel the heat of his body. That, combined with his presence, was enough to start calming my nerves. Closing my eyes, I sighed.
“You better not slob on my pillows, either,” he warned.
I sucked my teeth and turned my back to him. Snuggling down into his soft covers, I felt the tension leaving my body. More relaxed than I had been in a while, I let myself drift off to sleep.
Butterflies. Dancing against my skin. I smiled at the warm brushes against my outer thigh, melting into the touch.
The cool, soft pillows I had fallen asleep on had been replaced in my dream by something solid and warm.
I cuddled closer, pushing my body against the source of the heat.
The fluttering moved higher up my thigh, the soft movements turning into strokes.
I moaned softly, not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of the dream as I felt myself waking up.
My eyes blinked open, and I was confused for a moment, searching the room to figure out where I was.
It didn’t take long to realize I was pressed against Mekhi, my head on his shoulder, my hand resting on his hard abdomen.
My leg was drawn up on top of his, my knee dangerously close to his crotch.
His fingers were rhythmically caressing my thigh, but when I looked up at him, his eyes were closed.
“Mekhi?” I whispered.
“What?”
“You’re… um… you’re touching me.”
His hand stopped, and I almost regretted saying anything. But then he moved suddenly, and I squealed as he pinned me beneath him, his body settling between my thighs.
“Is that a problem?”
I didn’t know how to answer that, so I hedged. “It’s a surprise.”
“Why?”
He had lowered his head so that our mouths were not quite touching. I chewed on my lower lip but stayed quiet.
“You can’t talk?” he asked.
My brain couldn’t formulate any words, but I was feeling so much.
Mekhi was hard against my thigh and the heat radiating from between my legs seemed to be causing it to grow bigger.
All of my usual bravado seemed to have vanished and, as I continued to stare at him, I realized… I wanted him to touch me.
“Farrah?”
“I—I just know I’m not your type. Too much work, remember?” I popped off, trying to hide how I was feeling.
He smiled down at me. “I gotta admit your thick ass kinda fine.”
“Kinda?” I scoffed.
“Definitely conceited,” he said, his hand creeping under the hem of my shirt.
I should stop him. If I had any sense, any self-control, I should make him stop right now.
Instead, I moved against him restlessly, feeling hot and needy as the nightshirt slid above my waist. He looked down at me, and I felt his dick jump.
I bit back a smile of satisfaction. “Kinda fine,” my ass.
His fingers moved to the sides of my panties.
I let my eyes flutter close as he eased them down my legs and off my body.
Then, his hand was back, covering my pussy.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded.
I obeyed as his middle finger slid between my folds.
The slight pressure against my clit caused me to moan, a sound he captured with his mouth when he kissed me.
I cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer as he dipped one then two fingers inside me.
His lips were warm and possessive against mine.
Heat rose in me as his tongue stroked my mouth.
He pulled back a little bit to nibble on my lips and my attention split between his talented mouth and his clever fingers.
“Mekhi,” I whimpered.
He rewarded me by letting his palm grind against my clit.
My hips jerked helplessly against his hand, then settled into the rhythm he created between my thighs.
His lips slid to my jaw and nipped me there, before easing down to my neck.
My fingers tangled in his dreads as he bit and sucked the sensitive skin there, making my breath come in short, desperate pants.
I could feel him everywhere, over me, inside me, and it was almost too much.
As if he could tell what I was feeling, Mekhi whispered the words, “Let go,” against my throat.
Instantly, my body obeyed him, my thighs widening for him, my head tilting to the side, inviting his kisses.
His free hand pushed my nightshirt higher, baring my breasts to his hot gaze.
For a long moment, he just looked down at me.
I was suddenly self-conscious. I mean, I was well-endowed, way more than what some guys liked.
I lifted my hands to cover my breasts and he frowned.
“What you hiding for?”
“I’m not… I…”
I realized how ridiculous I sounded, denying his words when my hands were still clasped over my chest. Slowly, I let them fall.
He smiled his approval before dropping his head and nuzzling my nipple.
I inhaled sharply as he covered the hard peak with his mouth.
He sucked gently, then with more pressure.
I moaned again, my back arching off the bed.
His hand moved more quickly against my sex.
The wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out of me should’ve been embarrassing, but I was too far gone.
Already, I could feel pressure building in my lower stomach and between my legs.
“Mekhi…” His name was a plea.
“You like that?” he murmured.
His head was up again, his eyes peering down at me as his hand worked my body into a frenzy.
I was close, so close. But then his fingers were gone, and I wanted to cry.
I almost did until his thumb—his so, so talented thumb—found my clit and rubbed circles against it slowly.
He picked up the pace as I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand until my body seized, caught up in the throes of my orgasm.
He stroked me throughout it, even as I tried to push his hands away from my too-sensitive flesh. Even as I cried and whined his name.
Finally, I was spent, too weak to move. I expected… wanted him to climb over me and take me further, complete what we had started. Instead, he brushed his lips against mine and whispered, “Now, take your ass to sleep.”
I wanted to protest until he pulled me against him, and the heat of his body surrounded me. He felt good against my back, and I felt safe in his arms. My eyelids drooped.
“Mekhi?”
“Hmm?”
But I fell asleep before I could respond.