38. Corinthians #2
He smiled, reached across the table, and lifted the cover to show me my plate.
I laughed so hard that tears filled my eyes.
The other night I told him that even though I enjoyed dressing up and going out to fancy dinners, I preferred to eat a greasy bacon cheeseburger with the works, some fries, and drink a milkshake.
Seeing that exact meal sitting in front of me was beyond perfect.
“You remembered, huh?” I asked once I got myself together.
“I remember e-e-e-e-e-e-e-everything,” he answered with a shrug. “Now eat before your food gets cold.”
***
“Judah, open the door,” I said from the kitchen. I looked at the security cameras and saw my family standing outside the door, waiting. I was in the middle of cooking and didn’t want to stop. He ran from the living room to the front door. I watched to see if he did what I taught him.
“Who is it?” Judah asked with his hand on the knob. No matter who told him to open the door, he always knew to ask if there was someone there.
“Silver Tooth Gang Member!” Krude yelled. “Open the door. I gotta pee!”
He looked over at me and lifted his brow. “You think if I wait, he will pee on himself?” he asked with a sneaky smile. The door shook, but Judah didn’t move.
“Why would you want Krude to pee on himself?” I asked, trying not to laugh.
“Because he told GiGi that I still wear pull-ups to sleep,” he told me. “Now she calls me Pampers at Karate.”
I dropped my head, not wanting my kid to see that I was laughing at him and shook it. “Open the door, Judah. I will talk to Krude about him telling GiGi that.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled. I looked up in time to see him open the door. Krude rushed into the house; Judah stuck his little foot out just as he passed him to trip him. Krude stumbled but didn’t fall.
“Silver Tooth, Ima jack you up later!” Krude yelled as he rushed to the bathroom down the hallway.
Judah laughed, dapped up my male cousins, hugged my women cousins, and then he and Deuce headed to his room to play. They wouldn’t come back out until they were ready to eat.
“Hey y’all!” I called from the kitchen. “The food is almost done. I need to put the corn on the grill.”
“You said the food would be done by the time we got here,” Krude fussed as he came back into the kitchen. He finished wiping his hands on a paper towel, then put it in the trash. “I came ready to eat, then take a nap on the couch.”
“I really wish you would stop thinking my couch is your favorite napping spot,” I said, shaking my head.
“First off, it's not my favorite,” he said, then went to the fridge. “It’s like in my top ten, but it ain’t the number one spot.”
“Whose got the number one spot?”
“Oh, Megan’s titties are my favorite place to nap,” he answered as he took a water bottle out and opened it. “I get my best sleep there.”
“Please stop asking him questions,” Judge said from his seat in the living room.
“Don’t matter if y’all ask me; I’ma still tell y'all,” Krude replied. And he was right, because most of the time we didn’t ask, and he still ran his damn mouth. “Now for why we are here.” He sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen. “You dating Stutter?”
“I…don’t know….” I slowly said as I finished making the salad.
I wasn’t putting a label on something without talking to Uri first. Did he act like we were dating?
Yes. But we hadn’t made anything official, nor had I talked to Judah about the possibility of me having a boyfriend.
Not that I needed his permission, but I wasn’t blind to the fact that our lives would change if I did.
It had always been us; adding another person to the dynamic would be an adjustment.
“It doesn’t matter what you say, that nigga already said y’all together,” Krude said. I looked up in time to see him wave me off.
“He said what? When?” I asked, confused as hell.
“Stutter came through, sat us down, explained to us that y’all were together, and that was it.
” Krude shrugged. “He said if he ever did anything to hurt you, we wouldn’t have to worry about killing him because he’d kill himself.
” He drank some of his water then set the bottle on the island.
“He hella dramatic just so that you know.”
“When did this conversation take place?” I asked, looking around the room. No one said anything. “Hello?”
“It doesn’t matter, just know we talked to him,” Krude answered. “All of us, and yes, before you ask, that includes Madea, OG, and Psalms.”
I looked over at Bug to see her sitting in the corner of my couch. She laughed, then nodded. Besides Judah’s, hers was the only other blessing I needed.
“Now, how much longer is this food going to take? I’m hungry,” Krude said, then clapped.
A few hours later, once my cousins, sister, and Judah, who had decided he was spending the night with Deuce, were gone and I’d cleaned up, I was standing on Four’s porch waiting for him to open the door.
Knowing that he had talked to my family meant something.
I pressed the doorbell, stepped back, and crossed my arms.
Seconds later, the front door opened, and he stood on the other side with a smile on his face.
“Hey,” he greeted me, then opened the door for me to come in.
I walked into the house and went straight into his arms. Uri held me close, and I rested my head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat sped up, but his bracelet didn’t sound off.
I looked down to see the green light rapidly flashing, but that’s it.
“Why isn’t your bracelet going off?” I asked, touching the small device.
“Nine muted the sound,” he answered with a chuckle.
I looked up at him and lifted my brow. “When?”
“Nine?” Uri said out loud. “When did you turn off my alarm?”
“When I left Corinthians house,” he chuckled through the speaker near the door. “I had a feeling she would show up since Judah is here with us, and I didn’t want to hear that muthafucka go off all night.”
I buried my face into his chest and laughed.
“Later,” Uri said, then walked backward towards the living room. He sat on the couch, then pulled me down to sit in his lap. “You alright?” I nodded. “Alright.”
That was one thing about Uri that I loved.
He didn’t rush me to talk. Just asked questions to see where my head was and let me be until I was ready.
We sat there in silence, the TV on but muted, lost in our own thoughts.
I closed my eyes, not ready to go to sleep, but comfortable in my spot on his lap with his arms wrapped around me.
I didn’t know what time it was when I woke up, but I knew it was late.
It was still dark outside, and sometime while I was asleep it started to rain.
I lifted my head to see Uri wide awake, staring out of the window.
When he felt me move, he looked down at me; his eyes searched mine, and I smiled. “Hi,” I softly said.
Without waiting for him to respond, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
The feel of his lips against mine ignited a hunger in me that only he could.
I moaned when he pushed his tongue into my mouth and led our kiss.
His hands went from my waist to kneading my ass through my shorts.
I could feel our hearts beating, and I found peace knowing they were in sync.
His dick instantly swelled, and I could feel it jumping through our clothes.
Uri pulled back but didn’t stop rubbing on my ass. “You ain’t gotta do shit you don’t want to,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m good with just holding you.”
“I want to,” I breathlessly said as I stood.
I quickly took off my shorts, and Uri reached for my shirt, but I pushed his hands away.
“Leave it on.” He sat back, rubbed his dick through his shorts, and nodded.
The hungry look in his eyes damn near made me melt.
I licked my lips and continued to watch him. “Tell me what to do.”
Uri’s brow lifted in surprise, then he smiled. Even that simple ass gesture did me in. He stood, cupped my jaw, and kissed me slowly. It was intense, promising, and so damn sexy. I held on to the front of his shirt to keep my balance. This man was too much in the best possible way.
Was I still scared? Yes. Was there a chance I was going to back out? Absolutely. Did I want to? Not at all. I felt safe with Uri, always had, probably always would, and I wanted to do this.
He pulled back from our kiss, stepped back, and took off his shorts.
His dick was long, veiny, and had girth.
He grabbed it, rubbed it, then sat back on the couch.
“Come here, Cori,” he demanded. That was the only word that I could think of to explain his tone.
He wasn’t rushing or controlling, and it went beyond a request. In this moment, he was in full control, and I was willingly participating.
I stepped between his legs, and he let his dick go to rub up and down mine.
His touch was soothing yet set my soul on fire.
“All you gotta do is say stop, and I won’t hesitate.
You understand?” I nodded, and he shook his head.
“Nah, baby, let me hear you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He kissed my right leg and then my left before looking up at me. “You want me to eat your pretty ass pussy again?” his fingers gently grazed over the top of my pussy.
“Yes.”
“I meant to tell you this the first time, but it’s a camera up there.” He pointed to the corner of the room. “I’m the only one with the passcode; not even Nine has it. There’s a video of me eating your pussy saved to my computer. If you want, I will delete it.”
“What do you plan to do with it?” I asked.
“Watch it,” he answered. He licked his lips.
I thought about it for a moment. Knowing he had a video didn’t scare me; if anything, it turned me on more. He could’ve never told me about it and kept it to himself, but he didn’t. Would I have rather known in the beginning? Yes, but I couldn’t change that.