CHAPTER THIRTEEN #2
She didn't even have to ask who I was talking about. "No."
"Man, that's wild as hell. His bitch ass still aint called."
"It really aint that wild, His ass been showing me who he is. I just been ignoring it."
I shook my head. "Nah, see, that's different though. Running out on you during a fucking shooting, That's some straight pussy shit, on bro."
She didn't respond, just kept staring out the window.
"You deserve better than that goofy ass nigga," I said, my voice lower now.
She turned to look at me, and even in the dim light I could see her eyes was glossy. "Why you care so much?"
"'Cause I do, shit." I looked at her dead in her eyes for a second before turning back to the road.
She was quiet again, but I could feel the shift in the air between us. That same energy from the club bathroom, from all those lingering looks tonight, it was there, and it was heavy and undeniable.
When I pulled up to her crib, I noticed Yatta's whip wasn't in the driveway.
"He ain't home," she said, noticing the same thing.
"You straight to go in by yourself?"
She looked at me, and I already knew what she was about to say before she said it. "Can you come in? Just... just for a little bit. I don't really wanna be alone right now."
I cut the engine. "Yeah, fasho. I got you."
We got out and I walked with her up to the front door. She fumbled with her keys a little, the pain meds making her movements slower, so I took them from her and unlocked the door.
"You can sit," she said, gesturing to the couch. "I'ma go change real quick."
"You need help wit' that?"
She paused, then shook her head. "Nah, I got it."
She disappeared upstairs and I sat down on the couch, looking around. There was a picture of her, Yah-Yah, and Yatta on the side table, they was younger, All of them smiling. I knew their story, what they'd been through. Sosa had told me bits and pieces.
A few minutes later, Ya'Mya came back down wearing a big t-shirt and some shorts, her braids pulled up into a bun. She'd taken off her jewelry and washed her face. She looked more comfortable now, but I could still see the pain in the way she moved.
She sat down next to me on the couch, closer than she needed to.
"You want some water or somethin'?" she asked.
"Nah, I'm straight. What about you? You take some meds?"
"Yeah, at the hospital. I’ll take more in the morning."
"Aight, bet."
We sat there for a minute, neither of us saying anything. Then she spoke up, her voice quiet.
"Thank you for coming back for me."
I turned to look at her. "Man, you ain't gotta thank me for that."
"Yes I do. You didn't have to—"
"Ya'Mya." I cut her off, my voice firm but not harsh. "I wasn't finna leave you there. That ain't even up for discussion."
She looked down at her hands, picking at her nails. "Rah did."
"'Cause Rah a whole bitch." The words came out harsher than I meant, but fuck it, it was true. "And you need to dead that shit wit' his lame ass."
She looked up at me, surprised. "Trigg…"
"Nah, I'm dead ass. You too good for that nigga. You smart, you fine as fuck, you got your own bag. And he out here bumming bread off you? Running out on you when shit get hot?" I shook my head. "That ain't the type of nigga you s'posed to be fuckin' wit'."
"And what type of nigga am I supposed to be fucking with?" She was looking at me different now, her eyes searching mine.
I held her gaze, feeling that pull between us getting stronger. "One that ain't gon' run when shit get real. One that know what he got and ain't gon' play wit' it."
"You talking about yourself?"
I smirked a little, my dimples showing. "I might be."
She bit her bottom lip, and I felt something shift in my chest. The way she was looking at me, vulnerable but wanting, hurt but hopeful.
It did something to me.
"Trigg..." Her voice was softer now. "Can you stay the night with me? I really don't wanna be alone."
"Where you want me at?"
"Just... lay with me. In my bed."
I nodded slowly. "Aight, bet."
She stood up and I followed her upstairs to her bedroom. It was just as put together as downstairs. A queen-sized bed with a fluffy comforter, candles, string lights hung up along the walls giving everything a soft glow. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air.
She climbed into bed carefully, and I kicked off my shoes before laying down on top of the covers next to her. She turned on her good side facing me, and I laid on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
"You comfortable?" I asked.
"Yeah."
We laid there in silence for a while. I could hear her breathing, feel the warmth of her body next to mine. The energy between us was thick, charged with everything we wasn't saying.
"Trigg?" Her voice was soft, hesitant.
"Wassup?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Go 'head."
"Why you really go back for me?"
I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes was searching mine, looking for something real.
"'Cause I couldn't leave you," I said simply. "I wouldn't be able to live wit' myself if somethin' happened to you."
"That's it?"
I was quiet for a second, then decided fuck it, might as well keep it a hunnid.
"Nah. 'Cause I been feelin' you for a minute now. And seein' you wit' that nigga Rah been eatin' at me, real shit."
She looked surprised. "You been feeling me?"
"Man, you ain't know?" I turned onto my side to face her properly. "I thought I been making that obvious."
"I thought you was just... I don't know. Flirting."
"Nah, it's more than that." I reached out and tucked one of her loose braids behind her ear. "Been more than that."
She closed her eyes for a second when I touched her, like my hand on her skin did something to her. When she opened them again, they was darker, filled with some other shit. Lust…
"Trigg..."
"Yeah?"
"Kiss me."
I didn't need to be told twice. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, soft at first, testing. She responded immediately, her good hand coming up to grip my shirt, pulling me closer. I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting her mint from her toothpaste.
She moaned softly into my mouth and I felt it straight in my dick. My hand moved to her waist, feeling the curve of her body through the thin T-shirt. She was so soft, so warm against me.
When we finally pulled apart, we was both breathing hard.
"We probably shouldn't..." she started, but I could see in her eyes she didn't really mean it.
"You want me to stop?" I asked, my hand still on her waist.
She was quiet for a second, then shook her head. "No."
"Then I ain't stoppin'." I kissed her again, slower this time, more deliberate. My hand slid under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach, her ribs. She gasped against my mouth.
"Your arm…" I said, pulling back slightly. "It's fine. Just... be careful."
I nodded and kissed down her jaw to her neck, finding that spot that made her breath hitch. I wanted to mark her, let every nigga know she wasn't available no more.
My hand moved higher under her shirt, cupping her breast. Her nipple was already hard against my palm and I rolled it between my fingers, making her arch into my touch.
"Fuck, Trigg..." she breathed out.
"You like that?" I asked against her neck, my voice low.
"Yeah..."
I pushed her shirt up, exposing her breasts. They was perfect, full and soft, dark nipples peaked and begging for attention. I took one into my mouth, sucking hard while my hand worked the other one.
She moaned louder.
I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, my tongue swirling around her nipple before sucking it between my teeth. Her hips was moving now, restless, seeking friction.
"Trigg, please..." she whimpered.
"Please what, ma?" I looked up at her, my mouth still on her breast.
"Tell me what you want."
"Feel on me baby,"
I kissed my way down her stomach, my hands hooking into the waistband of her shorts. I looked up at her for permission and she lifted her hips, helping me slide them down along with her panties. The string lights cast a soft glow over her body and I just stared for a second, taking her in.
She was perfect. Smooth brown skin, thick thighs, and her pussy was pretty as fuck. It was neatly trimmed, already glistening with how wet she was.
"Damn, ma..." I breathed out, spreading her thighs wider. "Look at you."
She was breathing hard now, watching me with hooded eyes. I settled between her legs, throwing them over my shoulders, and just looked at her pussy for a second. I could see how swollen her clit was, how wet she was for me. It made my dick throb in my jeans.
I started slow, kissing the inside of her thighs, working my way closer but not quite there yet. She was squirming now, her good hand gripping the sheets.
"Stop teasing me nigga," she breathed out.
I smirked against her thigh. "You want it that bad?"
"Yes, fuck—"
I didn't let her finish. I licked a long stripe up her pussy, from her entrance to her clit, tasting her for the first time. She was sweet and tangy, her flavor coating my tongue. She cried out, her hips bucking up into my face.
"Shit, you taste good as fuck," I said, doing it again, slower this time, really savoring her.
I focused on her clit, circling it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. She moaned loud, her thighs trembling around my head. I slid two fingers inside her and she was so wet they went in easy, her walls clenching around them immediately.
"Oh my god, Trigg—" she gasped, her hand flying to my head, gripping my hair.
I started moving my fingers in and out, curling them up to hit that spot inside her while my mouth worked her clit. She was dripping now, her juices running down my hand, soaking the sheets. The sounds she was making had me harder than I'd ever been.
"Right there, right there, don't stop…." she was babbling now, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers.
I didn't stop. I kept the same pace, the same pressure, feeling her getting closer. Her pussy was clenching tighter around my fingers, her thighs shaking harder. I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue over it rapidly while pumping my fingers deeper.