Chapter Seven- Dior #2
“I’m sorry, the door is right there. Meant what exactly?” I folded my arms, waiting for his half-brain explanation.
“I didn’t mean it literally for you to use it. It’s a hypothetical door.” I narrowed my eyes at him because he wasn’t even making a bit of sense.
“Buddha, you get on my damn nerves,” I said, shaking my head at his nonsense. Bending, I picked up the suitcase, and just as I was about to place it on the bed, Buddha reached for it, snatching it from my hand. His action made his right elbow jerk backward, hitting me in the nose.
“Ouch, Buddha!” I shrieked, dropping the suitcase so I could grab my nose.
“Oh shit, Dior, my bad, I’m so sorry, let me see,” I was so irritated by this man that I pushed his hand away from my face.
Releasing a long, frustrated sigh, I sat at the edge of the bed.
I wasn’t hit hard or anything, but I just felt extremely irritated by this entire situation.
Buddha dropped to his knees in front of me and gently moved my hand away from my face.
“Aye, I didn’t mean to hit you petardo (firecracker),” leaning forward, he placed light, butterfly kisses over my nose, my eyes, my forehead, and the corners of my mouth.
“I’m really sorry. Does it hurt?” He asked, using the back of his hand to caress my right cheek.
I shook my head because it really didn’t hurt at all anymore.
“I wish we could go back to how we were. You have been so different since you all got shot and Lorenzo and Lotus died. I wish you would understand that I lost Lotus, too. It hurt me also when Lorenzo got killed.” I toyed with my hands as I spoke; a feeling of total sadness took over me.
Buddha sat on the floor between my legs, closing his eyes for a couple of minutes.
“Losing Lotus and Lorenzo at the same time really fucked me up. I’ll tell you that much.
Lotus was my one true companion before you came along.
She would keep me company from the moment I walked through that door; she never left my side.
Lorenzo…” Buddha stopped talking and bent his head.
He took a deep breath before he continued.
“Lorenzo was so much more than someone who worked for us. I could talk to him about anything; I could sit and reason with him man to man. I felt like I failed them both. I felt like I failed everyone. The day we were ambushed, I knew something felt off. I wanted to cancel the deal. I should have, maybe then everything would have been different.” I could hear the hurt in his voice and felt so bad that he carried this guilt around for so long.
“Oh, baby, none of what happened was your fault. There isn’t one person who blames you, Buddha.
I wish you would stop blaming yourself. Everything that happened was unfortunate.
I miss Lotus so much, and I know how much you loved her.
I know Lorenzo was more than somebody who worked for your family; I could tell you both shared a special bond.
I’m so sorry for all that has happened, but if you just open up and let me in, I will always be the shoulder you need when you have to vent or talk about all the good times you, Lorenzo, and Lotus had.
Just don’t keep it all bottled up inside because I’m seeing what it’s doing to you,” I said, reaching down so I could gently touch his cheek.
“What did Lotus ever do? They could have done anything they wanted to me but my dog, man. Lorenzo was good people, he didn’t deserve that.
” Buddha’s voice broke, and that broke me also.
I felt my breathing stop when a single tear ran down his face as he grieved in a way I knew he had been fighting for a long time.
Without giving it a second thought, I crawled onto his lap, straddling him as he buried his face in my neck, hugging me so tight I could barely breathe.
We stayed in that spot on the ground for what felt like forever.
Buddha held me close, as I toyed in his hair, whispering every so often that I loved him and I’m sorry they took his dog and friend away.
When I felt the time was right, I held his face so that he could look into my eyes.
No words were needed as I focused on his lips and slowly dipped my head.
Our lips touched gently. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed myself closer toward him.
“I missed you so much, so, so, much,” I said against his mouth.
Buddha grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my face closer to him, his tongue moved in slow circles around mine.
Boldly, I reached between us and eased my hand inside his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his hard dick.
“Mmmm,” he released a manly groan as I adjusted my position so I could pull my thong to one side.
“Look at me,” I said, placing his tip at my opening.
With hooded eyes filled with pure lust, Buddha focused on me as I teased myself with the head of his dick.
Brushing it slightly on my clit, loving the way it felt as my clit throbbed with desire.
Tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Buddha closed his eyes.
“No, baby, keep looking at me and open your eyes. I want you to see how much I missed you,” I instructed. His breathing sped up, his mouth slightly open as he did as I asked. Never taking my eyes off him, I placed his fat tip at my wetness and guided him inside.
“Oh fuckkkkk,” he grunted as he stretched me out. My tight walls gripped his girth as he filled me up.
“This pussy missed you so much. Can’t you tell?” I asked as my hips rotated on his lap. I licked my lips seductively as I watched the love faces Buddha made. I knew I had total control, and I loved it.
“This big fucking dick was made for this pussy. I love it when you fuck me,” I said, using the tip of my tongue to lick his lips.
“Dior, you gonna make me fucking cum,” Buddha said, shoving his tongue in my mouth.
“Yeah, you gonna cum?” I said, pushing back so I could change positions. Turning around so that my back was now facing him, I grabbed the edge of the bed as I bounced and gyrated on his lap, while looking back at him.
“Yeahhhh,” Buddha said, his eyes fixed on my ass before he grabbed it, squeezed it, and then smacked it. My clit rubbed against his shaft; the sensation was enough to bring me close to an orgasm.
“Oh shit, baby,” I gasped when I felt I was about to explode. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back, Buddha’s hips thrust upward, and he grunted repeatedly. Releasing a barrage of curse words, he came hard, clutching my waist as he exploded inside of me.
I closed my eyes, grabbing the edge of the bed as my own release came. I moaned over and over, saying his name as my hips rocked against him. It took us a minute or five to regain our senses and come down from our orgasmic high.
“Turn around,” Buddha said, breaking the silence in the room. Lifting my hips, I turned around to face him. Holding my chin, he looked deeply into my eyes and smiled. That simple gesture warmed my heart so much because I hadn’t seen him smile in what felt like forever.
“I love you, and I’m sorry I kept you at arm's length for as long as I did. I’m not good at expressing my emotions, but I'll try to do better from now on. I missed sleeping next to you and waking up with you drooling on my fucking chest. Shit, I even miss the way you snore like a hibernating bear,” Buddha cracked, and I playfully slapped his chest.
My happiness was short-lived when I remembered he was about to leave me in the next couple of hours. I got a sad look on my face as I tried not to act like a big baby.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, placing a light kiss on my lips. I bent my head, avoiding looking into his eyes.
“I don’t want you to go. I’m so fucking scared you won’t come back,” my tone was low and sad.
“Hey, look at me,” Buddha said, putting his fingers under my chin, gently tipping my head up. I looked at him with sad eyes. “I’m coming back, don’t even think you’re about to get rid of me that easily. I’m coming right back, Snow, and I will be back in one piece.”
“You promise?”
“I promise,” he replied, sealing his words with a kiss.
Resting his hand under my ass for support, he got up from the floor, picking me up with him.
We headed to bed where he laid me down. After a few minutes of us just lying in each other’s arms, we made love a second time.
Then it was time for him to go. I watched him pack a small carry-on suitcase in silence.
I kept my cool when I saw that the last things he packed were his bulletproof vest and a pair of brass spiked knuckles.
Holding hands, we made our way outside to the Mercedes to go to the main house.
When we arrived, Snow was there, along with Sofia, Victoria, and Tomasso, who were seated in the living room.