Chapter 15 #2
“I know,” he whispered. He squeezed her meaty clit while flicking it, and Lauren lost her mind.
Why was he strumming her love like this?
She was writhing beneath him like a fish out of water because her body was so stimulated.
“Save that nut for me. I ain’t done eating yet,” he whispered.
“Come here,” he said as he redirected her to the cushion and pulled her thighs to the edge of the seat.
He got on his knees and went right back to work, worshiping between her thighs.
This woman’s work was lethal. He was eating her right into ecstasy.
It felt so good, too good. “I taste you, baby; keep cumming.” He had different tricks because he was handling her body differently than he had last night, and she couldn’t choose a favorite.
This orgasm was so strong that she spread her legs further.
You classless, nasty, trashy-ass bitchhhhh!
She screamed in her mind as she put one hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in deeper.
She wondered if he could even breathe. She was drowning this man, pussy all on his nose.
The part of her that couldn’t take it pushed him away with the other hand.
She didn’t know if she was coming or going.
The smug look he glanced up at her with told her that he knew he had destroyed her.
“That’s what you came here for, miss lady?” he asked.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Nyair was reminded where they were, with the interruption at his door.
“Give us a few minutes. We’re in worship!” Lauren shouted.
“Pastor, your next appointment canceled,” the woman called through the door.
“Give us a bit, Alicia,” he called out. “And cancel the rest of my day!”
Lauren sat up breathlessly as they adjusted their clothes.
“I need to know that everything I’m doing to you is of your free will, Lauren.
It’s important that you say it. I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage in any way because I want to test your body and your limits in ways I’m sure you haven’t experienced before,” Nyair said.
He was bashful, speaking in a tone so low it felt like a warning.
Her breath hitched, and her lips parted slightly in panic.
“In what ways?” She was taken. Mentally enslaved.
Emotionally void. Physically bound by the possibilities.
Were these ways he spoke of more of what they had been doing?
Was he holding back? How could he be? The shit they had been doing was the most pleasurable sex she had experienced in her life. There was more after that?
“I know a whole lot of ways to satisfy you, baby. You got to be willing, though,” Nyair said. “And brave.”
“I’m brave,” she piped up. She sounded like a motherfucking child trying to prove that she could be big and strong.
He smiled and licked his lips at her enthusiasm.
“You’re not in your right mind, though,” Nyair whispered.
“I’m not,” she admitted. “I’m all over the place. Except when I’m with you. When I’m with you, I know exactly where I am.” She sat on the arm of the couch, and he towered over her. His hands were in her hair, caressing her face. “I’m going to have to grieve, Ny. I just prefer to do it next to you.”
“I shouldn’t be compelled by you like this, Lauren,” Nyair stated, shaking his head.
“Your frame of mind should be a red flag, but it’s stunning to me.
Your grief is…” He paused as he searched for the right words.
The teardrop pooling in the corner of her eyes was like art.
The worry lines in her forehead, like sketches under da Vinci’s pen.
“It’s proof that God is an architect, Lo.
He’s making a masterpiece of you, but it’s a messy job, but still so beautiful. You’re a work in progress.”
“You see God in me?” she asked.
“I feel God in you,” he replied. “When I’m inside you, I feel the universe He created inside you. A nigga want to live there, Lauren.”
Mind blown. Lauren didn’t even know what to say. She just knew what she felt, and she felt like fucking this man. “Nyair, you got to stop talking to me like this,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry you’re hurting,” Nyair said. “I’m sorry you’ve lost so much.”
“Is it possible to find something through the grief?” she asked. She placed a delicate hand to his chest, pausing him as she glanced up and into his eyes. “Someone?”
“Feels like it, don’t it?” Nyair asked. She kissed his lips, and the tension and apprehension she felt in his strong back literally melted in her hands.
He was so intentional in the way he handled her.
This wasn’t a leisurely peck. It was a consumption of her soul.
This was romance. His hands were everywhere.
She leaned back in his arms, and his tongue explored the flavors of her mouth.
This type of kissing led to lovemaking that didn’t end.
“I need you in my bed,” he groaned. “Damn it, woman, it’s the middle of a workday.”
“So, put in work,” she answered. “Take me to your place.”
Day walked into the office of Dynasty Records.
“Yo, get me on the phone with that bitch that own the hip-hop tea blog. Why the fuck they keep posting me with this bitch? I told y’all I ain’t want no cameras at my nephew funeral,” Day barked into the phone as he scrolled through the hundreds of notifications on his phone.
Social media had him linked to Kiara Da’vi again.
He had been recorded leaving the funeral with her, and then she had posted some cryptic-ass stories, insinuating that they had rolled up the partition on the driver.
It must have been a slow news day because social media was eating it up.
The fact that Kiara was leaning into it and fanning the flames made it worse.
She had even posted the brand-new car Day had given her to add fuel to the fire.
The fact that Stassi had liked the blog post made him feel a way.
She was letting him know she had seen it without saying a word.
She wasn’t his girl, but bullshit like this would make it even harder for him to get her to trust him.
He was fed the fuck up with the antics, especially when the shit was manufactured.
The smell of weed lured him into Demi’s office.
No way had he expected him to be here. He could tell Demi was a wreck.
Demi was a creature of habit. Anytime he felt shit was out of control, he would find solace in work.
A blunt to the face and Jeezy’s debut album on low while he ran plays in his mind was Demi’s routine.
A disturbed Demi was a dangerous Demi. He hoped niggas walked straight until the freshness of this loss passed and time made the pain bearable.
“What up, boy? What you doing here?” Day asked.
“Establishing an alibi,” Demi answered as he turned slightly in the swivel chair, blowing smoke in the air. “Besides, business don’t stop.”
“Nah, man. It should stop. It’s okay for things to stop for a little while, while you get your mind right, brody,” Day sympathized. “And if it’s smoke, you know we got that handled. What’s this about an alibi?”
“Nothing nobody else needs to handle. I got it. Just wanna make sure my ID badge is scanned in, and these cameras catch me on a loop for the night before I go body me a nigga,” Demi stated.
“Why you ain’t home with Lo?” Day paused, realizing his misstep. “My bad, I mean, Charlie,” Day corrected. “You out here talking about killing niggas and shit. You need to be where your peace is. You’re unfocused. Now ain’t the time to settle no old debts.”
Demi groaned as he sat up and swiped his face in frustration. “Shit’s all fucked up, man.”
Day sat in the chair across from Demi’s desk and reached for the blunt.
Demi passed it and shook his head.
“How bad was it when you made it to the crib?” Day asked.
“Nigga, she put me out,” Demi stated. “Put me out my own shit. Figure that.”
“That’s rough,” Day snickered. “You real soft on Charlie girl, my boy. She got you whipped.”
“I’m too old for this shit. Lo ain’t bring a nigga these kind of headaches,” Demi stated.
“Young pussy, young problems. That insecurity a mu’fucka,” Day stated. “But she got a point. She ain’t coming from left field with the shit.”
Demi frowned. Men could be so obtuse when they wanted to be. Day continued. “I can’t lie. With everything that’s going on, you and Lo been looking like the good old days. I never knew y’all to be anything other than a great team. Y’all were ‘that couple’ for a long time.”
“Lo’s a partner in life, man. The shit is hard to explain.
I thought that part of my life was over.
I thought Charlie could be that, but Lo was more than my wife.
She was literally 50/50 with me on everything but the street shit.
If I made the deals, she followed up with the paperwork and the enforcement, you feel me?
From everything like a nigga dentist appointment to seven-figure brand deals.
She made the home complete, but she covered a nigga whole life too.
From these events to networking with these fake-ass niggas in the industry, to making sure the suits were pressed each week and the guns locked tight and cleaned in the safe.
She was just my partner, man. That’s all I can sum it up as.
I lost my wife…this week, my partner needed me. ”
“And Charlie can’t be that?” Day asked.