Chapter 5
Solé Gardens
“Baby…” Renza said, slidin’ his hand up my leg and rubbin’ it slow, like he already knew what type of mood I was in and was tryin’ to work his way through it anyway.
I didn’t respond. I just kept my eyes down in my glass, watchin’ the wine move while I turned it slightly in my hand. If I focused on that, I wouldn’t focus on him, and right now, that was the only thing keepin’ me from snappin’.
Because truth be told, Renza had me fucked up, and if I really didn’t have no self control, I would’ve cracked this glass right upside his head and dealt with whatever came after.
“Baby…” he said again, scootin’ closer like he didn’t feel that wall I had up. His hand slid higher up my thigh with his thumb pressin’ into my skin in a way that made me realize real quick that I was gon’ have to stand on business if I wanted to stay mad.
“I said I’m sorry,” he went on, his voice lower, but more serious. “I really lost track of time. I fucked up, but I don’t want us spendin’ our night like this.”
That right there was the problem. Everything with him was always supposed to just… smooth over, like sayin’ sorry and touchin’ on me was enough to erase how I felt.
“Renza, shut the fuck up,” I snapped, finally lookin’ at him. “You always sorry for some shit. I told you I was workin’, and you had me take off just to rush home, get dressed, and then you walk in this bitch damn near two hours late like I’m supposed to be cool with it. Are you crazy, nigga?”
My voice wasn’t loud, but it carried enough for him to hear every bit of it.
“If you not serious about me, then stop wastin’ my fuckin’ time. That’s all I’m sayin’.”
He went quiet, and for a second, he just looked at me like he was really listenin’ and tryin’ to catch everything instead of talking over it. His hand slid off my thigh for a second while he ran it over his waves, exhalin’ low.
“I love you,” he said, lookin’ back at me. “And I’m sorry. I’m wrong. A nigga gotta get better with time, I know that. I ain’t even gon’ play with that no more.”
His tone changed just enough where I knew he wasn’t just sayin’ shit to say it, but I was still mad.
“I had to handle somethin’. I couldn’t stand there and watch a piss-head nigga put his hands on a woman.
That shit ain’t in me, and you know that.
Then I stayed and helped Auntie Rue clean her shop up.
I left my phone in the car ’cause I wasn’t plannin’ on bein’ in there that long.
That’s the truth. I really got sidetracked. ”
“Whatever, Renza,” I replied, rollin’ my eyes. “A nigga that really wanna be with me know how to make time.”
He looked at me deeper.
“I get that I ain’t take yo’ feelins into consideration, but don’t sit here and say I don’t wanna be with you. I be with you at least five days out the week, baby. I ain’t finna be nowhere I don’t wanna be. You hear me?”
I lifted my eyes fully to him then, and I hated how real he looked when he said it, ’cause that’s what made this shit harder.
I wanted to stay mad. I needed to stay mad, but the wine sittin’ warm in my system, mixed with the way his hand found its way back to my thigh, had my guard slippin’ whether I liked it or not.
“Can you get your hand off my leg?” I asked, my brows pullin’ together.
He didn’t even answer me. Instead, he squeezed my thigh tighter, then smacked it, and before I could even react, he bent down and kissed it soft, like he was already movin’ past my attitude.
I clenched my jaw. “I feel like you think I’m a joke, Renza.”
That made him pause. He looked up at me with his brows pullin’ together slightly. “You serious?”
“I’m deadass.”
He held my eyes for a second. “Do I look like the type of nigga who would commit to a joke?” he asked. “You think I’mma waste my time like that? Baby, I keep tellin’ you I’m sorry… and I am, so can a nigga please love on you in peace?”
Before I could even respond, he dropped his head again, his lips pressin’ back against my thighs, softer and more intentional.
That’s what always fucked me up about him, because Renza never stayed in shit long enough to argue it out or talk it to death the way a part of me wanted him to. He wasn’t the type to sit here goin’ back and forth, tryin’ to prove a point or drag somethin’ out just to feel heard.
Instead of sayin’ too much, he showed up in the only way he knew how, and that was always through action, through touch and through the way he handled me like nothin’ else in the moment mattered but gettin’ me back right.
But that was the problem because while I be sittin’ here wantin’ answers, wantin’ him to slow down and actually feel what I’m sayin’, he was already tryin’ to fix it in his own way. It was like what he was givin’ me should’ve been enough to quiet everything else.
His hands slid up my thighs, spreadin’ my legs wider while his mouth followed right behind, pressin’, kissin’ and movin’ like he already knew what he was doin’ to me.
I leaned back into the couch, my grip tightening around my glass while I watched the top of his head for a second before my body started givin’ in.
Renza always knew how to shut me up, and I hated that shit so bad.
By the time he got lower, pressin’ his mouth against my panties, I was soaked. His lips dragged slowly over the front of them with his tongue pressin’ through the fabric while he licked me in long strokes. I could feel that wet already spreadin’ and soakin’ through until the material clung to me.
My thighs twitched when he went back over the same spot again, but slower this time, like he was enjoyin’ it, and like he could taste me through it.
He kept goin’, lettin’ his tongue slide over me through my panties until they was damn near see-through and stuck to my lips, outlining every part of me. The more he licked, the wetter it got, to the point that I could feel it slick between my thighs.
He finally slid my panties to the side with his mouth, and when his lips finally pressed against me, I let out a low sound I couldn’t even hold back.
He didn’t let up. His hands stayed on me, squeezin’, spreadin’, and holdin’ me exactly where he wanted me while he sucked my clit. His tongue pressed in, slid over me, then flicked right back to my clit, suckin’ it hard enough to make my whole body jerk.
“Fuck…” I cried, my voice breakin’ while my thighs tried to close on his head, but he wasn’t havin’ that shit. His arm locked around my leg, holdin’ it up while the other hand gripped my ass, spreadin’ me wider so he could get deeper and messier with it.
That wet sound started buildin’ every time he moved his mouth. It was slick and loud, and he ain’t shy away from it either. If anything, that shit made him go harder. His tongue dragged through me slowly before pushin’ back in, lickin’ me like he was eatin’ every drop I gave him.
My hips lifted off the couch without me even meanin’ to, grindin’ against his mouth while my fingers tightened in his hair.
“Renza… fuck… stop—” I tried, but it came out weak ’cause I didn’t want him to stop for real.
“Stop playin’ with me and cum,” he muttered against me, his voice low and rough before goin’ right back to suckin’ my clit, deeper and harder this time like he was pullin’ that shit out of me.
My whole body locked up, my back archin’ while my legs lifted higher, shakin’ as that shit hit me hard as hell.
“Ahh—fuck!” I cried, my voice breakin’ while I came, my hips pushin’ into his mouth like I couldn’t get enough.
He licked and sucked me through it. He kept his mouth movin’ while my body shook under him, chasin’ every last bit of it while I damn near lost my breath.
My thighs trembled around his head, my fingers pullin’ at his hair while I tried to come down, but he kept goin’, draggin’ it out and makin’ it last longer than I was ready for.
“Fuck, baby…” I whimpered, my body softenin’ but still twitchin’ every time his tongue moved.
Even when it started to ease up, he didn’t rush off me. He kissed over my thighs and licked me softer now, like he was cleanin’ me up.
By the time I finally came down, my chest was risin’ and fallin’, and he was still kissin’ on me like he was makin’ sure I felt it all the way through.
Then he moved up my body slowly, pressin’ kisses along my stomach before finally reachin’ my lips and kissin’ me deep.
I didn’t even think about it when my arms wrapped around his neck.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his hand comin’ up to my face, and his thumb slidin’ along my cheek.
“Come spend time with me tonight,” he said, his voice low. “Come to the crib with me. Everybody over there, but I want you there too, and I want you to stay with me tonight so I can finish takin’ care of you, baby.”
I looked at him for a second, still in my feelings, and tryin’ to hold on to that little piece of attitude I had left.
“You need to do better with your time,” I told him. “And your communication.”
He nodded right away, leanin’ in to kiss me.
“I know,” he said against my lips before lookin’ back at me. “I’mma do better, baby. I promise.”
“I love you,” he added.
I held his eyes for a second, then let out a breath.
“I love you too.”
He stood up first, then reached for my hand and pulled me up with him like it was nothin’.
As we started walkin’ toward the room, he smacked my ass, lookin’ me up and down.
“I see yo’ ass ’bout to put them clothes back on,” he said.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Don’t make me change my damn mind, Renza.”
He smacked my ass again, lighter this time. “A’ight, I’mma stop, baby.”
I shook my head and went to get dressed while he sat on the edge of the bed, rollin’ up like he didn’t just turn my whole mood around.
When I stepped back out of the bathroom, he looked up at me. “You look good as hell, baby.”
He put the blunt out, stood up, walked over, and kissed me again like he meant it. Then he grabbed my hand, picked up the box of cookies from the livin’ room table, and led me out the door.